I don't know when it started. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/2b415e/620x0/1/0/2025/02/08/z1dfvwwsii9cntpi6beybf0jwtykyud7esvvovv2e.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; I was a good husband for 35 years & quot;: Now I fell in love with another woman " styles = "background-color: rgba (93,78,76,1)" > < p > I sit in the car, holding my hands on the steering wheel, and look at the lights of our home. I have built places that have been built for years. Places where & oacute; our children grew up, where we spent thousands of oacute; oacute; & oacute; in tea and conversations about life.
< p > I should go inside. I should kiss my wife and ask how her day passed.
< p > but I can't. < p > because I know that I don't love her anymore.< p > I don't know when it started. Maybe it was the day I looked at Olga for the first time than a friend from work. Maybe it was when we talked to P & Amp; Oacute; and I felt that I could with her m & oacute; about everything. Maybe when she touched my hand for the first time and I didn't go back, although I should.
< p > I didn't plan it. I never wanted to hurt my wife. < p > I was faithful to her for 35 years. I supported her when her mother fell ill, I kept her hand at the birth of our children, I celebrated every anniversary with her. I was a husband I should be. < p > and yet I am sitting here, I'm afraid of & oacute; and I can't pretend that everything is like before. < p > does this mean that I was a bad husband ? does this mean that we wereted these years ?< p > I know that if I tell her about it, I will break her heart. I know that nothing will be the same. But can you live in a lie just because the truth is too painful ?
< p > I take a deep breath, open the door and go home.
< p > — You are already ? — He asks his wife with a smile, approaching to kiss me.< p > and then I know that what I say right away will change our lives forever.
< p > Only if I have the right to do so ?