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I have to work with something that very few people do. Suddenly I remember the fruit pickle I made. Ian doesn't eat fruit at all. So I make this pickle with a lot of fruit to feed him. After eating this thing, he can't eat rice without it. I have to make this pickle every month. Everyone who eats it is a fan of it. Done. She is also very supportive of her younger sister Iraq.
My online business started. In the beginning the path was not smooth at all. I was disappointed to get so few orders. I could see that my acquaintances were taking it. I wanted to close the business. Later I thought again that I am not losing anything. I give orders in advance. I don't see what happens. But the thing that inspired me was that someone would play my ritual and order it again and again. I had to wait a long time to get success. Once an old customer of mine took a lot of pickles for his daughter Gayehlud's ceremony. That was a big turning point for my business. Many people eat that ritual of mine that day. Later they order it on my page. Later, my ritual took its place in many more occasions. So many orders kept coming that it was not possible to manage alone. I hired two people to help.
Minhaj, however, did not notice anything. He returned home many nights. And his behavior is more oppressive to me than ever before. I must have eaten that slap and fell into this house. He realized I had nowhere to go. I can be hit as much as I want. Sometimes he used to come near me but now it doesn't happen. Of course, I have no regrets. It's hard to have this relationship with so much hatred. I would be more relieved if he didn't come. Ian and I can understand this coolness of our relationship very well. His relationship with his father has never been easy. And this distance of ours takes him further away from Minhaj. For Minhaj, however, the relationship thing is not very important.
It took five years to see. Ian was admitted to the college with very good results. And my business is no longer that small. It is very big. It has its own factory, it has an office. This organization is the employment of many people. Besides pickles, some other products are also popular now. The soil on my feet is very hard. This is the perfect time to deal with Minhaj. I packed my things and waited for Minhaj. I sent the boy to a new flat of 2500 square feet that I had already bought. He was busy tidying up the new house with his aunt Ira and Nani. Minhaj entered the house many nights. When he saw me sitting neatly, he looked at me with a crooked eye and asked, "Where are you going so neatly at night?"
- I came in front of him and handed him the key to the house - keep the key to the house. I am leaving this house and going to my own flat. Divorce paper is kept on the bed guide table. Sign it. Even if you don't, it will be divorced after three months. Minhaj, trembling with rage, raised his hand to slap me. I'm ready today, the ground beneath my feet is as hard as stone. I grabbed his hand and with the other hand slapped Minhaj on the cheek with all the hatred that had accumulated in my chest. His face became ha. I came out of the house in this condition. You're loves one is so precious don't neglect try to hug, kiss everytime. Thanks for reading