When I was young and I was thinking about getting married, my mother insisted that I marry a religious and veiled girl who would be my companion and helper for the rest of my life. With these same criteria, she offered me every girl she knew from her neighbors and relatives, but unfortunately, I was only looking for a beautiful companion.
Some time passed, and one day I saw the person I was looking for on the street and fell in love with her at first sight. I followed her and found her house. We moved under the same roof. My wife was beautiful, but she was neither veiled nor religious.
I loved her and would do anything for her. When she said that our house should be in the upper city neighborhoods, I accepted. She said that I wanted to study, I accepted and tried to make it easy for her to study. I even gave her my motorbike and bought my wife a car. The days passed like this, but she changed more and more every day.
She had become an excuse and would get angry with me for any reason. He was busy with his mobile phone and I was expecting him to be my wife again, but one night he sat down opposite me and proposed a negotiated divorce, which later turned out to be because of his love for his classmate. He said we were no good for each other. He considered me illiterate and skinny. Naturally, I objected. I even crushed my male pride and begged him. For the sake of our child and myself, I begged him not to talk about our separation, but he got upset and after slapping me, he left and…
Now it became clear what the mother wanted to say. A friend should be a helper. He was only my beautiful friend for a while, not my helper, and now he wants to be someone else's friend.
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