I wanted to shout at him. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/b34fd9/620x0/1/0/2024/11/23/srwxzeai1l11l11uqvp982tzvfb65DededBez0Oood5xmq.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (170,153,137.1)" > < p > When Robert left, he had the same carefree smile on his face, who once attracted me to him. He stood at the threshold of our house & ndash; My house & ndash; with a suitcase in hand, ready to start a new life alongside another woman.
< p > — I'm sorry, but it will be better for both of us — He said, avoiding my look. < p > for us both ?< p > I clenched my hands into my fists, trying not to explode.
< p > — And what about your mother ? what about children ? & mdash; I whispered, feeling the tears gather in my eyes.< p > sighed as if talking to a child who can not understand simple rules.
< P >& Amp; MDASH; You know that my mother can't live alone. And children & Hellip; No c & oacute; they are attached to you. You deal with them better.
< p > I cope better ?! < p > I wanted to shout at him, hit him, force him to understand that he did not leave me only as a lonely woman, but also as the only guardian over everything that was his responsibility.< p > his mother, Mrs. Maria, has been fighting the disease for years. I took her to the doctors, I was watching the drug & oacute; in, I got up at night when she had b & oacute; lu. And the children ? were not mine. They were the children of his first wife who died of Oacute; and I took them like my own. I loved them. But that didn't mean that I could carry all this burden on my own.
< p > — I can't do it myself! & Amp; MDASH; I said, pr & oacute; be defending myself.
< p > Robert shrugged.
< p > — I will help you financially & Hellip; if possible.
< p > if possible. < p > so it won't help at all. < p > I did not ask him to be & oacute; I didn't beg. One look at his face was enough to understand that he had made a long decision. < p > left. < p > I was alone.< p > Sam with her mother, who was barely recognized by reality. Alone with the children who looked at me in horror because they didn't understand why their dad just disappeared. Sam with the house where & oacute; every angle reminded me that I used to be part of something bigger.
< p > That evening I sat at the kitchen table and looked at my trembling hands for a long time.
< p > I didn't have time for tears.
< p > I didn't have time to despair
< p > because now, whether I wanted it or not, I was everything they left.