I stood in the kitchen, stirring tea when he said these words. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/fbbd51/620x0/1/0/2025/01/04/mhbc9Kyqqiqqi2s7vciten9444Ftcwmurm7ota1hd0r0.jpg" alt = "older pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (147,145,138.1)" > < p > — You should know this for a long time — He said as if M & Amp; Oacute; he had something completely banal.
< p > teaspoon fell out of my hand and hit the countertop. < p > — What did you say ?< p > — I have never loved you.
< p > He looked at me calmly, as if M & Amp; Oacute; Waled with the weather. < p > he did not see b & oacute; lu, which & oacute; ry asked me.< p > He did not see how in a moment my life fell into dust.
< p > forty years.
< p > forty years < p > wedding, birth of children, removals, diseases, coffee mockery, quiet evenings in front of the TV.
< p > Is it all a lie ?
< p > — Why is it to me now m & oacute; wsz ? — I asked quietly.
< p > sighed heavily. < p > — Because in the end I want to be honest. < p > honest.< p > after forty years ?
< p > I remember how I used to be M&P; Oacute; that I was his love.
< P > I remember his warm hands, which & oacute; re < p > I remember how we cried together when his mother died. < p > It was all a game ?< p > was he with me of mercy ?
< p > — So what is all this ? — I whispered.
< p > — Because it was easier. < p > these words hurt me more than anything else.< p > I was convenient for him.
< p > I have never been love.
< p > I did not beg, I did not cry.
< p > I didn't shout.
< p > I just got up and went to the door. < p > — Where are you going ? — asked.< p > — To life that was not a lie.
< p > because he may never love me.
< p > but I loved myself too much to go on in this lie.