A big little stupid putative

A friend of mine, asked me what if life was no longer agitated, because he is accustomed to go, had to stop at one point not hers. I can not answer that question, but I usually have lots of words, I have so many words to explain many thing that she ask me. But this time, i just stay silent, until her tired to Questioning. she asked something that she knew the answer, but she needs someone else to answer for her to convince her that's the answer.
Formerly she was a woman with all sorts of desires and dreams in her pace that she wants to realize. Formerly she was a woman with all kinds of expressions. she meaning every step she makes, she felt any air that she felt. she read the meaning in every second intake of breath. But that was, until finally she was in a position now, just ordinary people with ordinary thought. I looked at her with a regular, should something not happen in his life.
Then she stretched repeating the same question, do you thing should I lived all this things behind me and started a new life?, Another question. I smile, you have kids that reality, you have responsibilities that reality, because you have selected when you step into the present life, I said to myself, only myself, because I do not want the words floating in the air.
What I'm gonna do?, What I supposed to do? If this were another two or three years from now I could die of suicide, she said again, my heart said, lets see ... because, every night that appeared in her head, I kill myself.
I know, something inside her is missing, its same with hundred of women who get married, feeling better view after take that responsibility, but most feels like stop breathing. I also but I tried to face reality.
Many women accept the marriage as the nature and natural law to be served, just do and face it. But many also feel the marriage is a cage or even a rough prison.
Luckily for those who are married to men and not married to the egos of men, married men, means that the husband would release the wife to be her and not someone else, loving soul as it is she, gives a sense of comfort, taste and touch with not routine, married to men is to be friends, protectors, lovers, friends, good and always there, right or wrong, good or bad, just love her the way she is .. and it was difficult to only one among a thousand ...
I smiled again when the dialog interpreuner danced in my heart. My friend confessed, she married a man who was a dominant technique in bed. But that's it, it just sex, not a romance, not love, something like sports, in a matter of changing some style, I know, she wants more, she wants passion, she wants love, she wants romance, not just sex. If you need sex, just go to a brothel and you can get by easily. But love, passion, taste, you can only get from someone that give you that with full of love.
That's what makes every night dreaming of suicide. Another thing, she was no longer able to express, do something to her life, personal things, she can show the world that here I am, I am important, I am good, I am somebody with ability, not just anybody
But that is only open to the surface of a mother who works just upset and angry, emotions, and emotions, looks like not minded taking care of her children, taking care of her own house, husband and manything. What emerges is a false woman who smiled at the world outside but go to pieces in his soul. Someone who no longer has a soul, just ordinary people with ordinary thought. It's no longer someone who has charisma, confidence high, she just think that I am just women not a WOMAN.
And I'm afraid, and up, one night she will not kill Herself in her dream but in her sleep ...
The question is still ringing, what I have to do .... What I supposed to do ..., well, can you answer that ...?