I looked at him in a long time, unable to believe what I just heard. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/2ad6b8/620x0/1/0/2024/12/25/wrlntmrmwaxvxvdgrrpn7lvw5zfjupfktp8oflu.jpg" alt = "older pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (102,87,70.0.53)" > < p > We sat at the table, the same with which we ate thousands of oacute; We talked about children, we talked about children with oacute; < p > and now end.

< p > — Co & Hellip; what did you say ? — I whispered, feeling my throat squeezed with emotions.

< p > He didn't look at me. He was stuck in a cup with cold coffee.

< p > — That I wasted my life — repetition & oacute; quietly.

< p > I spent 30 years with him.

< p > three decades, in which I was always with him. In good and bad times. In the disease, in difficult times, when there was a shortage of money, when we were building a house when our children were born.

< p > I devoted youth to him.

< p > I devoted my plans, dreams, life.

< p > and now ?

< p > Now he was sitting in front of me and m & oacute; he had regrets every minute.

< p > — It was all a mistake — He added, as if he was hammering me straight into my heart. & Amp; MDASH; I wanted something more.

< p > — What more ~ ​​63 ~ — I asked, although I felt that I did not want to know the answer.

< p >Podni & oacute; sight on me.

< p > — Other life. Another woman.

< p > I felt weak.

< p > — So that's what & mdash; I whispered.

< p > fell in love.

< p > found someone new. Someone who reminded him of what it is like to be free, desirable, young.

< p > — Sorry — added quietly.

< p > — You apologize ? after thirty years ?!

< p > I felt how anger rises in me

< p > I was always with him.

< p > I was when he was sick and I was driving him to doctors.

< p > I was when he lost his job and I took over my duties to keep my family.

< p > I was when his mother died, when he cried in my arms, m & oacute; that only I understand him.

< p > and now he didn't want me.

< p > now m & oacute; he was missing life.

< p > that I was a mistake.

< p > I don't know how long I was sitting in silence.

< p > I got up slowly, feeling that my whole body trembles.

< p > — You know what ? — I said softly. & Amp; MDASH; If you feel like that & Hellip; I will not stop you.

< p > looked at me surprised.

< p > — You will not ?

< p > — No.

< p > I was tired. You don't beg someone who doesn't want you.

< p > I did not cry.

< p > I didn't shout.

< p > I opened the door and looked at it for the last time.

< p > — Go to her — I said. & Amp; MDASH; But remember that it wasn't me that I wasted your life. You wasted mine.

< p > and closed the door.

< p > I didn't know what would happen next.

< p > but I knew one.

< p > I will no longer fight for someone who has never fought for me.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116