Anything multiplied to Zero is a Zero- a micro tale confession

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 It is easier. To Leave.

Generation which is growing up these days would rather suffer in silence, but will not make the efforts to just stand up once. They will not stand up once to fix the situation and reverse the heartbreak. No!

It is easier for us to leave. It is lighter for us to blame everything on the other person, and stand aside as a victim. We won't look at ourselves in the mirror. We will play blind to the follies of our decisions. But we won't try to ask them to stay. Because we have bigger ego than self respect. Mental Support has become more about leave people alone. Don't make efforts. Throw them away. 

It was easier for him to leave.
He didn't even turn his back around to see i kept waiting. I had put aside everything that he ever did. I stayed. I waited. I was being patient, which was rather his quality and not mine. But he chose manipulation. He chose lies. He chose a side where it was easier to give me random excuses as to why he shouldn't stay with me. 

I had asked only one thing: 

If things begin falling apart in life. You don't have to make efforts to keep me happy. I will keep the two of us safe. You just give me your one percent. and I will multiply that one percent as much as it more than enough for the two of us. Just give me your one percent. 

But he gave me a Zero. A Big Zero.
AND ANYTHIG MULTIPLIED TO ZERO IS A ZERO. 

He turned everything to Zero. Even my mental peace.


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