Someone else's happiness.

How can life be so cruel? It's so cruel that someone else's happiness becomes torture for me. It's so cruel that everytime "she's" happy, I am torn -- destroyed. Why, Life?

She's my greatest gift from God. And I love her. But everytime she's happy and in good terms with "him", she's never happy with me. She's always hot tempered, always mad at me, It makes me want them to just fight all the time. It makes me want to take away that happiness from her. She deserves happiness, but why should I risk mine for her?

Ahh, yes. Because she always does that for me.

She has risked everything for me. All those sleepless and tiring nights of taking care of me when I'm sick. All the stress from worrying about my well-being. Everything, actually. She is my everything. But why am I so selfish?

I want more in my life. Something "more" that God can never give.

My life is not perfect. It's far from perfect, but it's a life worth living because of her. She makes everything right. You know what they say.... "Mothers know best."