I sat in the living room, clenching my fists on the armrest's armrests. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/a785b3/620x0/1/0/2025/03/02/dyix8unmkmzfcfcfcfozerxlpkzqszqnhuq7u7u7p1ukcw0.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (52,36,24,1)" > < p > I was ahead of me, my son & ndash; young, naive, with stubborn eyes, which I knew so well.
< p > — Dad, I don't want to go with you & oacute; cić — He said calmly. & Amp; MDASH; But this is my decision.
< p > — Decision ?! & Amp; MDASH; I broke out. & Amp; MDASH; Mikołaj, she is forty -eight years old! < p > — And so what ?! < p > — You are thirty -two! And me fifty -five! She is almost my age! < p > He looked at me cold. < p > — And if that doesn't bother me ?< p > — Because you are blinded!
< p > I met her a few months ago. Tall, neat, confident. I immediately felt reluctance to her, although I tried to hide it.< p > — I will not let you destroy his life — I told her face -to -face when my son did not hear.
< p > smiled mocking. < p > — You think that this is your decision ?< p > — M & oacute; j son is a young man. You are a mature woman. You know what you are doing. He no.
< p > — You underestimate your son — replied cold.< p > — And that's why I won't let this wedding.
< p > Mikołaj did not give up. < p > — You can't stop me — He said. < p > — You are my son. And I know that one day you will regret. < p > — I do not regret — he snarled. < p > — And what if she does not want a family ? if she does not give you children ? if in a few years you see that she went in a different direction ?< p > hesitated.
< p > only for a while.
< p > but I saw it. < p > — It's my life, dad — He said finally. & Amp; MDASH; And you must accept it. < p > I did not accept. < p > I did not go to the wedding. < p > I did not accept them in my home.< p > and for the rest of my life I wondered if I really lost my son & hellip;
< p > & Hellip; or maybe he lost me.