Written by Jacob Ibrag
She didn’t even trade up. No,
she just traded. She got tired of
waiting, waiting for him to change.
Love used to be the magic that
delayed away the pain. Inevitable,
her heart faded away. No one was
enough. Married to the ache.
Eyes + Words 
Ouch. That last line is a powerful comment.
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That was wonderfully profound…should be required reading in every marriage counselor’s office.
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Thank you very much Tanya 🙂
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https://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/when-will-it-end/
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Enjoyed this. Lovely piece.
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Thank you 🙂
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You do choose your words well.
It does hurt all the time.
Why call it marriage ?
Is that what love is supposed to do ?
Ache …..?
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Love is beautiful, it’s just that sometimes people aren’t ready accept the full power of it. And sometimes people think that love is the end all be all to everything, and unfortunately it isn’t. It isn’t a fairy tale and the happy ending doesn’t near the moment your realize you love another person. It takes work to keep the flame burning. If you don’t do anything, the love turns into ache. That’s usually the case for divorce, people become married to the ache.
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I have gone through this feeling and so I know it well. Anand Bose from Kerala
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This hurt
Ache spoke to ache
Very well written.
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Thank you 🙂
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Hi Eyes+Words. Gave up after two failed marriages. Thank you for liking my poem “No Prying Eyes!” Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Wonderful photo.
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Boy, I can relate! Married to the ache says it all.
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I can identify with your feelings. I am also going through the marriage rut. Anand Bose from Kerala
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reading your words
was like looking in the mirror
of yesteryear …
the waiting, the aching.
but one day, some time ago,
i heard myself say
i’ll miss him when he’s gone
words of my mother, long gone,
and I do miss her
so i needed to accept, grow into
myself, the one who’ll be with me
until I die … meantime
he’s ok, to be appreciated
for the good points,
and, until we part,
the other bod in the house.
We have learned
to be kind
to each other.
.
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Sounds like someone finally gave up and just settled. .
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In so few words you captured what happens to too many of us. I understand the “ache.” Excellent job.
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Thank you 🙂
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