Broken Dreams

Like the old folks back home used to say, "Salee ke nekoost az baharash paydast"  One always wonders, if she could look back and do it again, would she do the same.  She  married with great excitement, like every young girl with hopes and dreams.   But she knew deep down that nothing seemed right, from the very moment she met him.  little quarels, little annoying habits that her young heart refused to see and aknowledge, eventually became major problems, and as time went by the quarels and fights became bigger and more bitter, they eventually stopped  and  silence becomes her best friend.  An increadible Silence, as heavy as the biggest mountain, sat  in her  living room and at the dinner table..  The only conversation going back and forth became  the one that included  tournmenting  one another.  Her only hope to make sure her children didn't see or hear those ever so misreable quarrels.  Years went by and silence was replaced by exhaustion.  Yet no one could see or would hear of it, because she seemed so content and was given such pampered life, every woman dreamt of. Folks, chattered, "Why does she complain so much, she has everything".  Does one measure happiness with possessing things, or was she so blind she couldn't see how Good she had it.  Yet day after day, only one thing stayed in  her mind, "Broken Dreams", and How to end "Broken Dreams".