Taken from life. “I was a lover”: I was waiting for his divorce. He returned to his wife as if nothing happened

I didn't plan it. I wasn't looking for it. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/7acb8d/620x0/1/0/2025/03/25/ccp27ylnzh21txzujujwbnqptuxiz6rqkbfycg2n6a.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (187,182,165,1)" > < p > love in their thirties was supposed to look different — stable, mature, with bilateral commitment.

< p > and yet I fell in love with a married man.

< p > m & oacute; that this marriage has not existed for a long time. That they sleep in separate rooms. That they are together only for a child.

< p > m & oacute; that he feels with me again, that he was alive.

< p > and I … I wanted to believe.

< p > at the beginning everything was hidden.

< p > stolen kisses. Messages sent p & oacute; Żno at night.

< p > quick meetings, always when & m & oacute; get out of the & rdquo;.

< P >I explained to myself that it was only temporary. That he is in the process of leaving. That I have to be patient.

< p > I waited for months. < p > Each week brought new & oacute; wki:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I can't yet. She goes through a difficult time. & AMP; BDQUO; I have to wait until the end of the year, through financial issues. ” & AMP; BDQUO; The child has exams. I can't break the world now. < p > I understood. Because I loved.

< p > because I believed that love wins everything.

< p > until one day … fell silent. He did not write back to the message. He didn't answer the phone. Hours disappeared, then days. Until he finally wrote:

< P > & AMP; BDQO; I'm sorry. I decided to give my family a chance. ” < p > That's it. One sentence. After the two -amp; < p > He did not ask if I could manage. He didn't ask if he had hurt. Simply wet & oacute; he allegedly wanted to escape.

< p > and I stayed with the void, which he built in me.

< p > For a long time I only felt shame. Shah I believed. That I was & ampquo; the other & rdquo;.

< p > that I gave someone all, having nothing in return except promises.

< p > but today I know one thing: I wasn't the one who broke my life. He broke me, hiding behind fear and comfort.

< p > I was a lover. But I wasn't naive. I was a woman who loved & oacute; even if illegally.

< p > and although he was & oacute; I was in my wife, I was & oacute; And I will never give up to someone who has no courage to choose me in the light of the day.