A harsh, harsh world

It is unbelievable how much we have grown, cliche to say but it does seem like yesterday when we were in choir rehearsing relentlessly purely for the glory of the school, taking our ‘life-determining’ examinations and moving overseas to further our studies.

Look where we are now: both of us have gotten married at about the same time, each of us had a small wedding (she had none, just the legal ceremony of signing a paper), she has a job (where he also works) but has to leave it once the separation is final to avoid gossip and I am, essentially, a bum, with absolutely nothing to do. Except that I have a roof over my head, three meals and warmly clothed. It should not sound as miserable as this, but this has been the development of things. Or where it has come to be stagnated.

We really did grow up with seemingly promising prospects, young girls acing at academics and pleasing to teachers and parents. It looked like we could really be heading towards something big, career wise. While I am happily married at 25, it is really hard to realize and recognize that we have come to the stage in life where one of us is getting a divorce.

So much to do, too little time. Previously referring to examination and paper deadlines, now progress in life…