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Thanks to all of you for giving me so much moral support . I am really
grateful. I am really sorry having failed to say thanks to all of you in time .

posted by afzal50 on August 22, 2006 at 6:39 PM | link to this | reply

That's very sad. Did you not consult with her before you made that
decision?  Did you think it wouldn't affect your relationship?

posted by Afzal_Sunny7 on August 22, 2006 at 6:33 PM | link to this | reply

I have not divorced her . She has no connection with me .
She keeps taking money from me and wants to insult me all the time.

posted by afzal50 on June 24, 2006 at 9:32 AM | link to this | reply

Dear Afzal
 

Hi Dear Afzal I read your story its to clash in life seems ,

Your first wife still not divorce with you ? if divorced why still attack your life ?

Oh sorry for my talkativeness I asked a lot ,

 about my husband i wrote to day , i never been attack my husband normally . i can weep or bad sad but not against my husband any time .

 "My huband "

posted by Rosetree on June 24, 2006 at 8:50 AM | link to this | reply

Very sad.  One day your kids may realize that you were a much better father than mom let them believe.  I know having been married a couple of times to men who were not very responsible, I gained a much greater respect for my dad, who if not "Dad of the Year" always provided for our family and did put up with so much from my mom and us kids.

posted by DarrkeThoughts on June 24, 2006 at 7:45 AM | link to this | reply

Sad.

posted by A-and-B on June 24, 2006 at 5:44 AM | link to this | reply

afzal, you have a very compassionate and kind spirit, that I can see. It's
jealousy and bitterness from your first wife that remains the problem.  I'm really sorry you've had to endure all this.

posted by Ariala on June 24, 2006 at 5:10 AM | link to this | reply

Dear Afzal 50  ,  In this sort of situation we begin to reflect on our children when they were small: how we played with them ,  how we laughed with them , and when the children grew up we advised them to be good,and sometimes we scolded them.Today upon reflection we weep quietly in a locked room as if we are drowned with them in our past memories!

posted by Karldean on June 24, 2006 at 5:07 AM | link to this | reply