"Why is your twelve years old brother talking about marriage after having kids?"
"It happened that I was watching a French show six months back, and he asked me how can they get married after having kids."
"So you told him the truth?!"
"I told him that the French law is different than ours and in France they're allowed to do that and not in lebanon though."
"And you're gonna keep telling him the truth about everything?! Or are you gonna distort them?"
"What do you want from me, mother?"
"I don't have to answer those type of questions from him! Why is he mentioning this after six months of seeing it?! You couldn't just told him they're renewing their vows or something? I don't want to put ideas in his head!"
"You can just tell him their law is different than ours as easy as that."
What's the big deal I don't get it! I didn't tell him about sex, nor about marriage, nor about premarital sex, nor about how to procreate. I just told him the truth, but in a way he could understand it at his age. But then again I am met with silence for how I 'acted wrong'.
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Still, after everything, you still resort to the distorted truth. You still resort to lying. And you still want me to enter your lying schemes. After everything, you never saw that lying was the problem, that honesty was needed to build a relationship. You still think that lying is the answer. But in reality, it's the reason why we won't ever have mutual trust between us.
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Midnight thoughts
PoetryThe title says it all. What anyone would think of, late at night, gathered in here. Because why not. (I promise you the chapters get better as you go, I'm continuously writing more and more chapters and I'll be more than glad to see if any of you ca...
