hey guys, this story was quite on my head for a while now.
sooo. yeah. here it is..
Dear Mother,
What is the goal in life? is it to be happy? or is it to find love? I'm starting to doubt myself and life. I think I have been lucky for a few years until my husband changed suddenly when he was caught in star stuck life. Do you know his name?
His name is Troy Bolton. My husband.
He was very gentle and caring but he changed to a much more darker and more selfish side of him. It is like his evil twin, kidnapped him and took his place. Im sure that's not true, that there is not win of Troy, why would your own husband wont say I love you to you? My life now is lifeless and dull.
But mother, did you love me? was I a special gift from god to you?
if not….
Why did you abandoned me and father when we needed you the most?
I pray you would comeback to us and help me to repair my life.
With all my love,
Gabbriella Bolton.
I sighed and quietly closed my notebook filled with letters to my mother, but sadly, it would never be sent to her. I mother was 25 when I was born whilst my father was 32. Yes, I know, their love had a couple age difference but that didn't stop my father from loving my mum. My father described her as a intelligent and indescribable beauty.
He says that she left because she thought it was the right thing to do. But I doubt that.
Everything was perfect between them until she had me.
That was when she started to fall apart. I think she only wanted the love of my father. But I don't blame her. I don't deserve a good life. Heck, my name doesn't even go with me! My name, Gabbriella, is a meaning of full of Grace, Strength and beauty. But I feel empty, weak and ugly by how Troy treats me, he hardly says "I love you" to me anymore, he doesn't kiss, me, hug me, or comfort me like he used to.
Once I remembered that he forgotten my birthday, I promised myself I wouldn't cry on my birthday, But I was lucky, Sharpay, Taylor and Kelsi came over in the morning to celebrate early. But came in and gave a hard glare to them and they ran out with soft whimpers and pitiful of my husband. I never knew such happiness could only last for such a sort matter of time.
I flopped onto the guest bed. I had chosen to sleep there ever since Troy had changed. I've been planning to file for a divorce. but it's too hard.
Feeling like im sinking deep into the bed, I sat up to see a photo of me and him.
The very last moment we shared. we were at a picnic, I was sitting in between Troy's legs while looking up to him, with Troy looking down at me; a strong arm slinging over my tiny waist.
It's 2 am and I usually sleep at that time. Either it's chores or having a hard time to sleep. today, It's nothing but depression of Troy.
oh dear mother. just a bit of happiness would be fine.
hey. okay so that's it. I know its short but more on the next on. plus you would make my day if you review OR if you do the poll I set up.
please and thanks.
Mary Jane.