Poor Magazine
As a little sneak of what happened on the night of my "little war" with my husband, I teared up a magazine. Yes, for the first time, I teared up one.
Before, I used to go to the mall and eat what I want to eat. But now that I'm pregnant and can't go to the mall, I saw the magazine and teared it, like killing someone. Although it's not totally wreck, all pages including the covers have tears.
Atleast it's the magazine I put my anger on, not on the ceramic bowl on the table. I actually felt like throwing the bowl on the wall. But then on second thought, I might felt guilty if I did that the next day.
And yes, just tearing up the magazine, I felt a little guilty.
Before, I used to go to the mall and eat what I want to eat. But now that I'm pregnant and can't go to the mall, I saw the magazine and teared it, like killing someone. Although it's not totally wreck, all pages including the covers have tears.
Atleast it's the magazine I put my anger on, not on the ceramic bowl on the table. I actually felt like throwing the bowl on the wall. But then on second thought, I might felt guilty if I did that the next day.
And yes, just tearing up the magazine, I felt a little guilty.
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