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I didn’t want to reconcile with Keson until we met the marriage counsellor. However, we had to sleep on the same bed and that night Keson hugged me from behind despite my struggle. I didn’t want to struggle too hard because I do love him deeply in my heart. However, hitting me was completely out of line, plus his failure to understand my feelings struck me painfully in my heart. “I am sorry Royane,” He said. I could feel his tears wetting the back of my neck. “I really didn’t mean it. I love you. I am so sorry.” He gently stroked my swollen face with his hand. I moved away a bit, but I didn’t say anything. In fact, I had nothing to say. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We met the marriage counsellor few days later. It was an afternoon and we both got off work to meet her. “I am Ms. Keya, your marriage counsellor,” She said, smiling, “Is this the first time you both did marriage counsellin

Our married life was no different than the time we date except for the fact that we started living together. One time we were eating dinner at home after I cooked something, I talked about domestic violence with him. “My dad once hit my mum with some book he had in his hand. My mum didn’t talk to him for nearly a month afterwards,” I said. “Well, my dad once hit my mum with a ruler because she said something bad. But then my mum took it all in and returned the favour after a while. It was so bad,” He said. I didn’t know how to react to that. Did that imply maybe he will do the same? Why did he always try to compete with our different stories and somehow wanted to one-up for every single thing? How insecure did he feel to have to do that to validate his own experiences? I started to think of our previous interactions, and realised this one thing that really pissed me off. Now that we were married and I had to face him all the time, I realised this should have been a deal bre

1     INT. IVAN’S ROOM. NIGHT. IVAN wears a headset and plays an FPS shooting game on his computer. We look at him through the webcam of his computer. His background is his room, without the door in shot/frame. CUT TO: The game play. Sound of controller CLICKING and Ivan GRUNTING. CUT TO: Ivan furiously clicks on the controller and looks into the screen.                                   IVAN                      ARGH!! Go faster!! YOUR LEFT! YOUR…                      Oh my goodness, do you even know how                      to shoot?!?!?! THEY ARE RIGHT THERE…                      Aaaaaand now we are dead.                                   LISA (V.O.)                      Oh well, tough luck.                                   KYLE (V.O.)                      Alright, let’s do another round. A DOOR KNOCK is heard.                                   KYLE (CONT’D)                      What was that?                                   IVAN                      Oh that’s probably just my mu