Frail Inside

I’m sorry if I had wanted to change you. Forbids you from the things that you used to do. I’ve been overly possessive and been nagging everytime I get jealous. It’s because I don’t want to lose you but failed to think that you got your own mind. You might be insulted and deprived of enough respect because I feel anxious and haven’t trusted others. Scared that you might forget me and you, be seen in others’ arms. Due to aging, rooted insecurities and the fear to have a broken home. I wouldn’t ask for you to understand but to help each other to fix everything. Please hold on…

I had witnessed your limitation and so careful not to hurt me in any way. Just do what you want for the family and to your own life. I don’t know if I had made you happy or have been a good wife to you and a mother to our children. At the end of the day I realize that I can’t check you all the time. Neither tie in chains nor kept within the reach of my sight. I couldn’t mold anybody so as to fit my intentions of uniting us as a whole. There would be instances that all have to take different directions; but the thing that I must do is to be there to welcome, when a part of heart longs and initiates to come back. Sigh… If there’s restriction, it is for me not to give reason for everybody not to stay. Sincerest apology for my imperfections, I had tried to give it all but am not consistently capable. Thus finding myself needed to be filled as well. I had always love our family and if there’s a specific requisite for us all to be happily contented, I would had asked God and work for it.