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Adaptation to Changes

A thrill of longing warmed Emeralda's spine as she remembered the boyish laugh, loving touch and happy ramblings of Yvan. She shook her head in rebuke for allowing herself to think that the proposal of marriage can be more eternal than the proposal of love. To think that her vision was so limited, that she was unable to see the pitiable efforts of one seeking to build a false image of himself. An abuser who only thought of creating a life based on falsehood.

She shivers with regret but realized the vastness of life looms ahead of her and she had to adapt to life changes. She knows it is a good life, free of obvious pretenses and fill with the supportive love of her family. From her repressive relationship, sprang a blooming rose tree, which was her family.

Emeralda realized that it was difficult for a man, who constantly abused his family, to change. This was an especially difficult feat, when he is at the stage where the boundary between wrong and right is skewed. On more than one occasion, she almost lost her life to his abuse. This has led to her belief that the only solution to an abusive relationship is to walk away from it.

Emeralda's hope for a brighter future was fueled by her love of her children and of Yvan. This love kept her buoyant even though there was not a physical relationship with Yvan. Love is sacred and will not die due to physical barriers. It is this love that gives that hope, which allows us to survive a dismal relationship.

Emeralda has learned to accept life's changes. She respects relationships and has an ethereal love for Yvan. She now has the confidence to look life in the face and move on.


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