Taken from life. “I left my husband for a younger one”: now I am begging you to take me back

I have always thought that love is something that ends quietly. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/e76ad9/620x0/1/0/2025/03/26/cw62s6teqlo5Unmwosrmsz4v alt = "from life taken." I left my husband for the younger & quot; styles = "background-color: rgba (64.55,42,1)" > < p > that it burns slowly & ndash; like a candle.

< p > that after years of relationship routine comes, fatigue, lack of SLE < p > I began to feel that life leaks through my fingers.

< p > and then he appeared & ndash; younger, energetic, full of delight.

< p > He looked at me as a woman, not for part of the furniture at home. < p > m & oacute; I was beautiful. That I should be happy. That I deserve something more. < p > and me & hellip; I believed. < p > m & oacute; Jer, was a good man. Calm. Predictable. < p > After years of the & oacute life I knew every gesture, every habit, every sigh.

< p > until I finally stopped hearing them.

< p > and one day I said:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I go away. < p > did not shout. He just looked at me sadly, which I will never forget about the oacute;

< P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; I hope you find what you are looking for. < p > I lived with that. New life was exciting. At the beginning.

< p > but in time I began to see things that I didn't want to see before.

< p > He was jealous. Absent. He didn't want to talk about the future. Everything was & bdquo; for a while &.

< p > When I mentioned the co -& oacute apartment, it disappeared for three days. When M & Amp; Oacute; I felt about my feelings, he rolled his eyes. One day I was in an empty apartment.

< p > with a ticket to the theater in the hand. I was supposed to get it for my birthday.

< p > but he didn't come. Did not call. < p > left a message:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I'm not ready for serious things. You probably haven't been. < p > I was alone. Without him. Without a husband. Without home.

< p > with pride buried under the choice, which & oacute; ry was to make me happy.

< p > Several weeks passed before I dared to knock on the door, which I once closed with me.

< p > m & oacute; Jer has opened. White hair. The same good eyes.

< p > but the look is not the same. It was & Hellip; cautious. < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; What do you want ? & rdquo; & Amp; MDASH; asked quietly. < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; WR & AMP; Oacute; If you still have me. < p > silence. < p > the longest in my life. < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; WR & AMP; Oacute; You can. But love … she doesn't come back so easily. “& Amp;

< p > closed the door.

< p > did not slam them.

< P > Simply & Hellip; closed.

< p > and I stayed on the other side of the decision, which & oacute; rej can no longer be undo.

< p > because sometimes what seems to be a new beginning turns out to be the end of everything.