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Son:
"Mama, why can't I find a woman like you.
Women of nowadays do not want to suffer
You cheat on them , and they leave.
You talk to them and they talk back.
You disrespect them, they walk away.
They are earning their own money.
They pay their own bills.
They do not allow a man to walk all over them.
Where is the woman who will forgive me for all the wrongs I do?
Who will understand and take it easy from me when I mess up?
Why can't I find a woman like you, mama?
You were always there with papa.
You never left.
You took care of the house.
You always smiled.
I want to have a marriage like yours."
Mama:
"A marriage like mine?
My son,
are you sure?
Because you remembered my smile
but you did not remember my tears.
Yes, I remained there with your father,
but do you know what I suffered?
The kick that your father gave me on my back never left me,
it went with me to my grave.
You saw me cooking for you and smiling at you.
You saw me raising you and laughing at the dinner table.
But my son, do you know that I shed tears while nobody was looking?
Son: "Then why did you remain, mama?"
Mama:
"Because I had you, my son.
I bit my tongue so that you can have a family.
I hid my bruises so that you can grow up and see the world.
I smiled despite the pain so that you wouldn't know how much I suffered.
You thought I was doing this to protect my marriage,
but my son, I was doing it to protect you.
So do not praise me for suffering and refer to that as a happy marriage.
Do not go and look for a woman to tolerate you.
Do not look for a woman like me.
Look into the mirror and become a man that does not need a woman to suffer before calling her his wife.
Because I did not stay with your father because he was a nice person.
I stayed because I loved you.
And if you loved me, my son, do not ask another mama to be like me."
