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I used to pity my mother much whenever my father walked out on her after a domestic quarrel. It was not easy for us as well but we were able to hold ourselves after all, we never loved what our father used to do to our mother. Granted, we would have thrown him out eons ago. But to our mother, it was something different altogether. She loved him irrespective of all his flaws. She had a big heart and for that she loved him even when it seemed impossible to love. Sometimes we disliked her definition of love but who were we to tell her. It was traumatizing to watch her cry for days on end without a sign of ever regaining her composure. Something had to be done. We talked to mother and asked her to kindly read The Magic Of Making Up. It was a book on how onecould stop a break up or a divorce.