We've been together almost all our lives. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/8d15e7/620x0/1/0/2025/04/06/onffpukx3vNGJTCDBDBQVWWEUHFR82COYXXQPQNitQnitQef.jpg" alt = "older pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (174,151,137,1)" > < p > I was 21 when I married him. In a long, lace dress and hope in the eyes. He was my first and only one. We built a house together, raised children, experienced ups and downs. It was r & oacute; as in any marriage. But never, ever, it never occurred to me that one day I would hear this.
< p > It was ordinary Wednesday. I cooked his favorite soup. He ate her in silence as usual. Then he looked at me, but this eyes were stranger. Cold. And then he said:< p > & ndash; I don't love you anymore. I go away.
< p > I thought it was a grim joke. I laughed nervously. But he wasn't kidding. He got up from the table, took the prepared suitcase and left. No screaming. Without saying goodbye. Just & Hellip; disappeared. < p > children were shocked. Friends asked what happened. And I ? I couldn't answer. Because what can you say when after 40 years someone stops loving you, as if you were a worn book on p & oacute; łce ?< p > Over time, I learned that he went to another. Younger. Happy. Apparently, “Bdquo; changed his life & rdquo;. They started going on trips, publishing the internet photos, walking on the park, where we recently walked together.
< p > A I ?
< p > I stayed with souvenirs. With his cup in the cabinet. With a shirt that I had the strength to throw away the strength. With silence in & oacute; Żku, where he always slept on the left. With the feeling that my whole life was only a background for his decision. < p > I look in the mirror every day and see a woman who doesn't have to do anything, but still feels everything. Sometimes I find myself waiting for the sound of the key in the door. That I believe that Wr & Amp; Oacute; I will say that it was just a bad sleep. < p > but does not come back.< p > because after 40 years you can stop loving. And leave someone with all the burden of memories.