The Friend

Written by Vic Peters


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The fact that we are both married now has changed everything about our relationship. No longer do we write or call one another with any kind of frequency. I have never forgotten what it felt like to be friendless, and I sometimes worry about how my life would change if something happened to her. No replacement could fillrepparttar break in my heart. I dare not imagine how alone I would feel. If you haven’t guessed, my best friend is my wife; they are one andrepparttar 111671 same.

The time will soon come when our children will move on and leave us with one another. What my wife and I have cultivated overrepparttar 111672 years goes beyondrepparttar 111673 boundaries of marriage. I still laugh when I hear that phrase, “Marry your best friend,” because I don’t believe that it can be done. It takes a lifetime to create a best friend. Best friends have scars where they have cut each other and healed each other. The proof I see inrepparttar 111674 eyes ofrepparttar 111675 old, who have firedrepparttar 111676 metal of friendship longer than I have been alive.

The physical appearance of a couple that has remained married for untold years is but an illusion. What I failed to recognize for so long is how time has honored them. Skin soft and worn that hangs loosely isrepparttar 111677 reminder that they have resistedrepparttar 111678 pull of adversity. Weakened legs and swaying backs are not from age, but from carrying one another through difficult times. They are not deaf; rather, they simply understand that no other voice is as significant as that of their spouse. It was my ears that were deaf, forrepparttar 111679 whisper of their words speaksrepparttar 111680 language of wisdom. Our elders are proof of strength so great that even Death cannot part them.

Marryrepparttar 111681 person you love. Hang on to one another as you ride through allrepparttar 111682 ditches life throws at you. Don’t quit, and, God willing, you’ll find what I have: a real best friend.



Vic Peters is the author of Mary's Field, a new Christian novel from Millennial Mind Publishing. More information is available at www.marysfield.com.


Unloved and Unwanted

Written by Gail Fonda


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My parents doted on their son and he grew to become more and more selfish, inflexible, hostile, arrogant, money-loving, verbally abusive, mentally abusive, materalistic and more. He married a woman withrepparttar same qualities.

I had to be on my own emotionally and searched for attention and love outsiderepparttar 111670 home. There was no love at all at home. My grandparents providedrepparttar 111671 material things for all four of us to survive. But I was empty, suffering from severe anxiety, depression, and zero self-esteem.

When it came time for me to finally marry, and I had had multiple bad relationships with men because I gravitated toward losers like my father and men who physically and emotionally abused me, like I was used to at home.

For once in my life I was with a man who could make a living on his own without help from someone else, who was kind and trusting and uplifting, and he actually cares about me. For me that's a miracle. I thought I was doomed to sit in front ofrepparttar 111672 television withrepparttar 111673 lights off like my useless mother.

They were not happy that I married. They gave me no gift and no wedding. Two years ago I had major surgery and my mother didn't even call.

She's had many surgeries throughout her freakish life and I visited her nonstop. Then my father became ill and I visited him every day.

But inrepparttar 111674 background their son was worried my husband would "steal" my parents' home and his "inheritance." My mother inherited money from HER mother. That's what my parents lived off of.

Their son had spent so much overrepparttar 111675 years and accumulated miles of debt from his extravagant lifestyle, he constanly needs more and more. He found a way to get their house and savings.

Now they are elderly and living in his home because they have lost everything they have to their viscious son. And they have forgotten they have a daughter, or they choose to forget.

They never paid me much mind anyway overrepparttar 111676 years. They thought of me as a useless drone who could possibly help take care of them in their old age but of no use in any other way.

I am now alone with my husband. But you know what? I am lucky to finally be free ofrepparttar 111677 noose around my neck. I catered to their every whim in their old age demands. Now their beloved son has to figure out how to get rid of them as he lavishly spends their savings.

And that will be Part Two. Until then....

Graduate of Kent State University, 1976 Over 100 published articles in the Journalism genre, meaning articles were assigned


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