Taken from life. “A month after delivery, my husband left me because he said I was fat”: a year later I met him, but I wasn't alone anymore

I looked at him and the words he told me a year ago resounded in my head. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/af5315/620x0/1/0/2025/03/09/q3m9warrguqgds7axjaswvvvvvvskymp7ndlfq4t92n.jpg" alt = "pregnant woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (90,82,85.1)" > < p > — I can't look at you anymore. You became fat, neglected. This is not a woman who married oacute; < p > month after delivery.

< p > month after I gave birth to our child.

He left without hesitation, without reproach & in conscience.

< p > he left me alone, tired, sore, with an infant, which & oacute; re needed more than anyone before.

< p > A I ?

< p > I was asking why love had an expiry date.

< P >The first months were hell.

< p > sleepless nights, colic, crying, loneliness, which & oacute; rated me like a stone on my chest. < p > I fought with my own body every day, which & oacute; recondered yet after pregnancy, with my own thoughts, which & oacute; re telling me that maybe he was right.

< p > that maybe I was not worth love anymore.

< p > that maybe I have never been.

< p > and then slowly began to breathe.

< p > small steps.

< p > my child's smile.

< p > first drunk warm coffee.

< p > long walks, during which & oacute; I learned to like my own reflection again.

< p > Every day I was back to me, which I thought I lost.

< p > It was no longer a weight.

< p > It was not about revenge.

< p > It was about me.

< p > and then I met him. < p > year p & oacute;

< p > on the street, in a random place, as if fate wanted me to see it.

< p > It was the same.

< p > or maybe smaller ? maybe stooped under the weight of your own error & oacute; in ?

< p > his eyes moved after me, on my body, which & oacute; re was no longer the one who abandoned.

< p > — You look & hellip; Otherwise & mdash; he said carefully.

< p > I smiled.

< p > — I know. < p > He looked at me as if he wanted to say something, but then M & Amp; Oacute; j my son grabbed my hand. < p > and someone else stood next to me.

< p > someone who taught me to trust me again.

< p > I wasn't alone anymore.

< p > and for the first time in my life I felt that I should never be afraid of loneliness.

< p > because without him & hellip;

< p > I regained myself.