i have realized the other day that everyone, my closest friends included, would always think of me as both a fool and a joke, by taking him back.

no one will let me forget that "tragic incident" that befell on me some... what?... 2 or 3 years ago.

it's something i have to accept.

everyday, i have to live with that memory. everyday, i would be reminded of that. the sooner i accept all the better for everyone i guess...

and now, i will just have to watch and pretend... let everyone think i am busy, happy, content. i will sigh, glance across the room and see my daughter playing and giggling to herself.

i will do anything for my daughter. times are tough. but i will brave it and put a smile on my face just to see her smile back at me.