Do I really let my wife go for good this time?

Five years ago, I got married at the age of 26. I met a woman whom I loved and wanted to change my life for. I did have a problem with commitment, but I wanted to show her I could love her the way she deserved to be love. Unfortunately, I proved to be not ready for such a commitment like marriage. My wife and I split after almost a year of marriage. The split was hard and we still loved each other and spoke everyday, but it’s what I felt I needed. After months and months of separation and heart break, she finally asked me to stop contacting her since I was the one who left the marriage. I did what I was told.

I have always seen my wife as the love of my life, and I knew one day by fate, we would be together again. One of her best friends passed away who was also like a best friend to me. I attended the funeral and reconnected with my wife. We started speaking again in November.

Since then, I have fallen in love all over again with my wife. I have been trying to take everything with her slowly. I want her to see how I have matured and I’m ready to be the man she always saw deep down inside of me.

We have been involved with other people since our separation, but I never had a steady girlfriend because that was not my goal. My wife has been involved with a man for almost a year now. I know she cares for him, but she cannot and will not love him the way she has loved me.

I told her I wanted to get back together. She’s my wife, and I want to make our marriage work. The time I spent apart from her showed me how much I needed her, and with the death of our friend, it has just shown me life is too short to live another day without my wife.

She told me she is now with a man who wants to love her, raise children with her, and be a man for her. She says she deserves love and I was to fearful to love her the right way.

I know she still loves me. We speak every single day. She asks me how and why I miss her. I told her the other day how everyday I think about her carrying my child and giving me the greatest gift, and she started crying. She’s just so angry with me.

Do I let her go or do I fight for her? I was selfish before, but now I just want what will make her happy.


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Can anyone tell me what grade you'll give this essay (its not finished yet)im trying for aA- A*?

How is the Audience Kept Interested During Act 3 Scene 1 of William Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’
William Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ is doubtlessly one of the most easily recognisable and well known pieces in all the Shakespearean works, if not the whole of English literature. "Romeo and Juliet" is a tale of two young ‘star-cross’d lovers’ who, amidst the turmoil of their feuding families, manage to sustain a relationship of true love which, ultimately, is destined for destruction. This play still has modern appeal because it is the ultimate love story and adaptations of the play still exist all over the world in many different formats. The themes which are explored in this play are violence, forbidden love and fate.
Act 3 Scene 1 opens with Benvolio and Mercutio speculating the chances of a conflict because the ‘capels’ were around. Tybalt approaches them and issues a challenge with Romeo. Romeo enters and refuses Tybalts challenge. Disgusted at his friends effeminate nature, Mercutio affronts Tybalt. Tybalt slays Mercutio and enraged Romeo slays Tybalt. The scene ends with Romeo being banished from Verona.
The Elizabethan audience could have related with this scene because it was commonplace for the Upper class nobility to pull their swords out to settle disputes. To further add to my point, skill in fencing was a requirement for all Upper class nobility, so it was usually a contest of skill , not so much strength.
Also there are several aspects that make this scene interesting for an audience; dramatic tension, dramatic irony, its relation to the rest of the play and the portrayal of the characters and their language.
Act 3 Scene 1 greatly contrasts with the scene before it, because in that scene Romeo and Juliet had just got married. Here there is a prevalent feeling of love, positivity and romance. Also, when the Friar married them both he hoped the two families could be ‘Two in one,’ suggesting the two families would unite over their marriage. This is ironic because instead of the two families uniting over their marriage, unbeknownst to them they would eventually unite over their deaths. In Act 3 Scene 1 though, there is a powerful mood of hatred, violence and bloodshed. This scene is a pivotal point in the play, because it sets off a tragic chain of events, making it crucial to the whole play itself.
So far the audience may have perceived this play as a comedy because of Mercutio’s never ending wit and humour. Mercutios death and the build up to his death could have changed the play to a tragedy. As Mercutio is the jester of the play , when he dies all the humour and jokes die with him. In the build-up to Mercutio’s death , he goads Tybalt by calling him a ‘rat-catcher,’ because in folklore, Tybalts name means king of cats, so Mercutio says this to mock Tybalt . Mercutio knows by doing this, would aggravate Tybalt, adding to his already violent nature.
Even whilst dying Mercutio lives up to his humorous reputation when he says ‘You shall find me a grave man.’ Here Mercutio uses double entendre because the quotation has two meanings, one of them being that tomorrow he will die and be buried in a grave. The second meaning to this is that Mercutio states he will be serious, because grave means serious. We the audience know that Mercutio is the epitome of wit and humour, but he implies that if he gets wounded that badly and survives his personality will change. Furthermore he tries to play down his injuries when he says ‘Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch,’ by saying this he is making his injuries seem a lot less serious than they actually are. This show us a lot about Mercutio’s personality, in that he is so proud and egotistical that even when he is drawing his last breath , he cannot accept or even acknowledge that another man has overpowered him, especially someone like Tybalt who he loathes. We the audience, may only assume that if Mercutio admits his weakness, he may feel robbed of his masculinity.
The audience would be in absolute awe as all this was happening , because all these events are crammed into one scene. This heightens the audiences anticipation, making them immensely interested.
When Romeo kills Tybalt he realises the misfortune that this will cause when he say ‘O, I am Fortune’s fool.’ Romeo is cogitating how his actions have been those that fate, or fortune wanted and he has now fulfilled fate’s desire by killing Tybalt. In that respect fate has made a fool of Romeo.
In Shakespearean England cosmology and astronomy were heavily believed in. This could have influenced Shakespeare greatly in writing this play. In addition, fate and destiny play a crucial part in how this play turns out, because it is the result of fate that inevitably kills Romeo and Juliet.
Many instances in the play reveal that the love of Romeo and Juliet would end in death, even from the very beginning it is evident that they were destin
cAN ANYONE TELL ME HOW I CAN IMPROVE THIS ESSAY TO GET AN A-A*


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Constructive Criticism/Review. Would you continue reading?

Hey

I’ve already wrote a novel based on the idea of someone finding a diary, and I wanted to write another. With the same idea, but a different diary. What do you think of it so far?
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January 1st 2007

I don’t celebrate the day as a new year. This is not a day to embrace, but to be feared of. It is the anniversary of an…unfortunate event.

A pool of pure red blood. A cry of piercing pain. Wide grey eyes howling for help. But all I could do was look.

It’s not a memory I can get used to nor avoid.

From then onwards it has been my job, and my fate to sinfully murder. The guiltiness cannot be numbed, but I have no other option. I have a debt to pay, an unlimited debt, I am in this forever.

I met Marcy yesterday, at the close of night. We met in the crowded park, it was hard to spot him, but when I did he seemed dressed for the New Year’s Party; his black hair was smartly slicked back, he wore a grey suit and tie, his aftershave was expensive and strong and his face was shaved smooth. We acknowledged each other with a nod, and got on with the job. He handed me two pictures of men, looking at the first I guessed that he was around forty but I spared the details, I’d have hours to inspect him later. I flipped it over, looking for the information, it said:

Impure to the eyes of the Leader and Followers

ID: #004203873
Name: Alan Dunmore
D.O.B. 05/08/1976
Crime: Homosexuality

The Brotherhood of the Humanitarians

I looked at the second. He was of similar age to the first, and I didn’t have to guess his ‘crime’.

Impure to the eyes of the Leader and Followers

ID: #005892216
Name: Jacob Kensington
D.O.B. 17/08/1974
Crime: Homosexuality

The Brotherhood of the Humanitarians

Underneath each picture was a home address and a contact number.
"The job should be done by the fifth," Marcy said, his voice naturally hoarse. Without a chance to respond he walked away as the fireworks sprang into the sky and coloured the black night.

I read the card again, shaking my head. That’s what it’s called. A Brotherhood. The Brotherhood of the Humanitarians – where the leader and followers are seen as pure. Though to me, I am a part of an organisation where mercy is a myth, where happiness is gained by physically eliminating those who cause disruption and where those who are involved are damned to hell.
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Constructive criticism (or praise!) or advice please.

What do you think of the story so far (romance will be added to late plot), the name of the Brotherhood, and any ideas for the title?

Thank You
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What, if anything, do you think about this?

we ly and embrace, alnight, and most of the day
we talk about houses cars and kids
where our lives are going and what we wish we did
you get out of bed to make breakfast,
we both laugh, cuz its the middle of the day
i come up behind you at the counter,
and hug you from behind
kiss you gently on the neck
and whisper i have a suprise
you turn around, grin from side to side
but then i get down on my knee
and tell you what you mean to me
i put myself on the line
my feelings out in the open,
something you only get from a man time to time
my hear pounds,
im nervous, hoping for happiness,
and fearing devistation
you say yes, and begin to cry as i slip on the ring
we laugh and smile, and you look into my eyes
i can see your love, and you can see mine
we set the date, the 20th of may
some would call it fate,
others right time, right place
all our friends are jealous, to them we seem perfect
we’re not, but we’re about as close as there is
the story book romance, and the picture perfect book
but then i wake up, and realize it was a dream
another one about you, the second this week
but we will always just be friends, or so i think
i’m sorry if this scares you
i understand if you never want to see me again
maybe i am crazy, maybe i am
then you say isn’t love kinda crazy?
it felt good to get it in the open,
and you say, lets go dance
and I’m glad i gambled on chance
still madly in love, we dance.


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rate my lyrics 1-10 please i need to kno if i can go far?

i walked away
alone on a rainy day
she was still on my mind
nostop all the time
but as i thought about it throught the day
the love her ran away
u were to worryed about other guys
to busy cryign about other lyes
im tired of hearing ur cry
u had ur chance and u let it past ur eyes
andas i look bak now and then
im glad i was always only a friend

thre was a girl mean and cold
but every where she went romance rose
she was like potsmoke
so addicting
but a bad infection
like a bad conection
a bad date
a bad mistake
a bad fate
but i just couldnt get enough
some might just say i was in love
but i like to say it was lust
so i saw her crying near the pond
i found it rely odd
since usally the guys were crying
now it was like she was dying
she looked at me and asked for help
i tyed to stop myself
but i was to influenced with her smell
it was like from heaven i fell
in a spilt second everythign turned gray
and she began to walk away
i watched her leave
infront of me

i walked away
alone on a rainy day
she was still on my mind
nostop all the time
but as i thought about it throught the day
the love her ran away
u were to worryed about other guys
to busy cryign about other lyes
im tired of hearing ur cry
u had ur chance and u let it past ur eyes
andas i look bak now and then
im glad i was always only a friend

the next day i saw her there
saw her in place i cant belive where
she ran up tome and gave me a hug
it was like she pulled my heart right back under the rug
i try to bury my love her
i tryd to forget loving her
i tryd to let go of her
i tryd to lie to her
see i dont y
but ihad to say good bye
but how can i say i love u to someone like her
someone who was untouchble to me
someone who would never like me
someone to high up in socity
someone who had a boyfriend better than me
the was i knew this person to
the kid she loved was a great man through and through
i payed my respect
i gave my due
but through all aspect i was more crushed then u
see i didnt kno wat to expect
from a crazy like vexy
a tranfixed imagination
a fucked up imatation
everythign i tryd to do
was always thinking of u

i walked away
alone on a rainy day
she was still on my mind
nostop all the time
but as i thought about it throught the day
the love her ran away
u were to worryed about other guys
to busy cryign about other lyes
im tired of hearing ur cry
u had ur chance and u let it past ur eyes
andas i look bak now and then
im glad i was always only a friend

i guess life had changed my plan
its been a while since i thought about back then
but now i guess im over u
and maybe i just got throguh to u
i bet ur hearing this song
and ur singing along
i knou wished u had me
i kno u wished u had picked me
maybe it was not ment to be
maybe fate has somethign else for me
maybe fate knew i would waste my time
maybe i born to write this rhyme
maybe life neded me
to be everythign i could be
and maybe u were not enough
maybe i was just to tough
maybe i was always better
maybe u were never even come close
maybe i chosen to outspoke
maybe i was to be the one
the one dat escaped ur grasp
maybe the guy that wasnt ment tokiss ur ass
and i kno u want me cuz im the one u never had
im the one u could never have bak
and as u reflect back on ur past
u noticed i am the first and last
to love u and be intrested
to bad i was diffrent
to bad i wasnt settleing for less
to best u were to concerned about ur breasts
maybe i am the right guy
but i guess ull never kno
and for now until i die
im the one stealing the show

i walked away
alone on a rainy day
she was still on my mind
nostop all the time
but as i thought about it throught the day
the love her ran away
u were to worryed about other guys
to busy cryign about other lyes
im tired of hearing ur cry
u had ur chance and u let it past ur eyes
andas i look bak now and then
im glad i was always only a friend

and pleaseeee can u check out my other songs thnx


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