Zevell means garbage. I couldnt find a more appropriate name for him if I tried. For to us he was indeed the garbage pale of our life. Zevell he was the man my mother married after a few years of living as a widow with five babies all under the age of double digit.
Life was harsh as a single mom in her early thirties wanting and needing to support five children all so young. She was strong and energetic and very determined be the best mother in the world. She took on the job and carried the burden like a pro. The house was sparkled every day, cleaned and washed as soon as the children were off to school. Lunch was prepared every morning fresh from the grocery and plenty of goodies. She worked all day and than after the children were in bed she worked all night, and she did well for her children for she was able to save some for the future as well.
Out of nowhere they brought her a man. An American man they said, and she got excited. She was dreaming of a future bright for her kids and herself, in a land of freedom and abundance. She rushed into a marriage with a man she hardly knew. Zevel he was!!!
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ReplyDeleteI trust you have good reason to hate Zevel , but dont let it consume you , for hate , like love , is perpetual , and through hate , Zevel will keep you captive.
Good luck
I know you are right, for I was captive of that hate for a while, and it made me hate all man, and of course you can imagine what kind of relatinships I had. But now I am over the hate,and would like to get the story out of my system for good.
ReplyDeleteI wish you best of luck
ReplyDeleteHealing a heart and soul...takes a long time
thank you boetie, I cherish your best wishes.
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