Fear is greater than love
Eight months have passed since the earthquake. My husband still sleeps on the ground floor, in the living room. I sleep alone on the first floor of the house. I understand him because he was on top of the roof when there was that strong earthquake of 6.3. But will I sleep alone my whole life? That fear must be overcome. An earthquake is often announced at night, then my husband runs and calls me to go downstairs. It is no longer the life it was before the earthquake. Now it is just fear... The earthquake is more powerful than his love for me, unfortunately.
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I wish and hope that this fear may end soon. Stay strong dear.