We met when I was 25.
Every day of my life was like a silent battle – not with my husband, but with a world that couldn't understand what connected us. Adam was 35 years older than me. For others I was “that young girl who was hunting for money”. No one saw what was between us “a true, sincere love that grew out of conversations, shared passions and mutual respect.
We met when I was 25, and he was a successful, mature businessman. I wasn't looking for love then, and I certainly wasn't looking for a man who could be my father's age. We met at a conference, where I was a young assistant and he was one of the speakers. It started with innocent conversations about literature, movies, life. His maturity fascinated me, his calmness was like a balm for my confusion in life. I couldn't believe that I could feel so close to someone so different from me.
When we started dating, I knew there would be gossip. But I wasn't prepared for how cruel the world can be.
One day, my old friend, Anka, dropped by for coffee. What was supposed to be a pleasant conversation quickly turned into something completely different.
– „Really, Martyna, what do you see in him? He could be your grandfather. Don't say it's love. Everyone knows you're only after his money.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
– „Anka, you have no right to say that. You don't know what connects us.”
– „I know enough. If he weren't rich, you wouldn't even look at him. Just be honest.”
Her words hurt more than I wanted to admit. Maybe it was because I knew what others were thinking. At work, they gossiped behind my back, and even in my family, there were whispers. My own mother, who has always supported me, once asked:
– „Martyna, are you sure this is love? That you really see more in him than his money?”
These questions haunted me. There were times when I wondered if my relationship with Adam was my choice or an escape from the uncertainty of my life. But every time I looked at him, every time I listened to his voice, I knew he was more than just a wallet to me.
The biggest blow came in the form of a message from his adult daughter, Agata.
– „Martyna, I know what you're trying to do. Don't think you'll take everything that belongs to our family. I won't let that happen.”
Those words destroyed me. Agata didn't know me, but she judged me from above. I knew that my presence in Adam's life had destroyed their relationship. He tried to talk to her, but every attempt ended in an argument.
– „You don't understand, dad? She's just waiting for you to die so she can take it all!” – she screamed during one of her visits when I was in the next room.
Despite all the accusations, our love survived. There were days when I wanted to give up, to leave, to free us both from the gossip and hatred. But Adam always stopped me.
– „Martyna, don't let them destroy what we have. I know who you are, and I know why you love me.”
His words gave me strength. But the hardest test was yet to come.
A few months later, Adam was hospitalized. He was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. I was lying next to him, holding his hand, when he said,
– „If I die, everyone will think I left you for money. Don't worry about it. I know who you really are.”
That day I knew the world would always judge us. People would never stop looking for reasons to accuse us. But I knew the truth was just between us. I love Adam – not for what he had, but for who he was. And whether others believe it stopped mattering to me.
Love sometimes requires huge sacrifices. And I was ready to sacrifice everything for him – even my reputation. Because he was worth every look, every gossip, every pain.
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