When a girl turns 18 all she can think about is living the free life of adulthood, to face the new horizon and new endeavors of the single life, so restless and carefree. Don’t we all want to have a taste of that too?  Yes. Have to admit we all do, to be able to sleep as late as we wanted to. To eat the food we like all the time, order deliveries, all the Chinese food and all the pizza. No one to say no, all is yes, yes, yes. Days, weeks, months, years will pass by and you shall be forgetting how it felt like to live with someone. You are so accustomed to living alone already, when one time he comes. Out of nowhere he was right there swept you off your feet and voila! You were together now, married or not, he moved in and is part of your life and your daily house encounters. First few days, weeks, months are okay until you get fed up tidying up the closet, fixing the toothpaste tube, putting the toilet seat down, and wiping the glass circles on your antique-varnished center table. That is the start of domestic issues. You  have wanted it, you have it, take it. You do love each other anyhow, so it is ok to be patient and let things pass. But it does not mean you have to endure it forever, patience runs out as well. And if it does, it’s time to make a change. Voicing out what you wanted, and implement what you believe is right. It is a start of your domestic life… a taste that somehow you become keen of it for the longest time possible. And if the end of the rope of patience has come to its last inch, you shall have to decide. Read the lines that were not written, think of those what are not said. 

~Shaz