Lessons: NEVER let yourself accept disrespect, dishonor, deception and disgusting things or people in your life. The first time it happens or the moment your instincts tells you something is wrong, prepare yourself, be clear-minded and resolutely decisive, then smartly get yourself out of the mire, put and leave trash where it belongs. Trash will always be trash however you dress it or turn a blind eye to it. NEVER be a doormat or simp. Respect and love yourself, be self-reliant and independent. Never depend on others for your happiness or life. There's a very good reason why brains are placed way above hearts.
The audacity of him to actually think he loved her when her birthday was a mere day passing but Emma's was not, when her labour was a mere normal day when Emma's art exhibition was not, when her broken bleeding leg was nothing when Emma's fear just by watching others hurt was not, when her being abandoned was nothing but a vacation w Emma was not, when her effort and talent stolen away was nothing, but Emma plagiarizing was not, when he doing all he can for Emma was normal but she talking w her junior was not , when he being indifferent and ruining her life was nothing but she living her life was bothering to him!
I always feel badly for the children in these stories where the father encourages bad behavior and disrespect toward the FL and preferential treatment of the side piece to such a degree (eg, I want Autie XXX to be my mother) that the FL feels obligated to abandon them both to make a clean break and gain true freedom.
At what point did the scumbag "love" his wife? Before marriage, during marriage or after marriage? All that time was spent with his bch and the writers expect the audience to believe that he was not effing his bch? I like how resolute the FL was once her mind was made up to leave the scumbag.
To people that have to spend their birthday alone, i love you and happy late-birthday 🎉
Lessons: NEVER let yourself accept disrespect, dishonor, deception and disgusting things or people in your life. The first time it happens or the moment your instincts tells you something is wrong, prepare yourself, be clear-minded and resolutely decisive, then smartly get yourself out of the mire, put and leave trash where it belongs. Trash will always be trash however you dress it or turn a blind eye to it. NEVER be a doormat or simp. Respect and love yourself, be self-reliant and independent. Never depend on others for your happiness or life. There's a very good reason why brains are placed way above hearts.
Person he loved? Nah free unconditional and selfless nanny
The audacity of him to actually think he loved her when her birthday was a mere day passing but Emma's was not, when her labour was a mere normal day when Emma's art exhibition was not, when her broken bleeding leg was nothing when Emma's fear just by watching others hurt was not, when her being abandoned was nothing but a vacation w Emma was not, when her effort and talent stolen away was nothing, but Emma plagiarizing was not, when he doing all he can for Emma was normal but she talking w her junior was not , when he being indifferent and ruining her life was nothing but she living her life was bothering to him!
I always feel badly for the children in these stories where the father encourages bad behavior and disrespect toward the FL and preferential treatment of the side piece to such a degree (eg, I want Autie XXX to be my mother) that the FL feels obligated to abandon them both to make a clean break and gain true freedom.
At what point did the scumbag "love" his wife? Before marriage, during marriage or after marriage? All that time was spent with his bch and the writers expect the audience to believe that he was not effing his bch? I like how resolute the FL was once her mind was made up to leave the scumbag.
I don't get it ehy was he suddenly obsessed huh shouldnt he be happy
It's about something that is most important for some and almost all novels, the so-called saving face
I see that this channel also deletes inconvenient comments that tell the truth...