But [her] happiness did not stretch so far as to include forgetting and forgiving the past. Hers was a joy whose brittle edges had become curled from cruelty, a sweetness masking a bitter core. Feelings of pain and abandonment still haunted her, lurking deep inside, ready to leap out and announce their presence at any moment. By allowing [him] to come back to her, [she] was conceding a large part of her honor and self-respect. But like so many women before her, she did it because she loved him.
Can a woman love a man for whom she has lost respect? How many love stories like mine ended after years, in a single night, because the women suddenly saw the man for what he was?
Men don't necessarily love the ones they respect, and women are the opposite. They respect only the ones they love!
Alsanea, Ranjaa. Girls of Riyadh. pp248-249, 251
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