I stood in the threshold of our apartment, holding a suitcase in my hands. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/2fcaa8/620x0/1/0/2024/10/14/7fly5rnruuohycqqq4lpcypzpzqsengti0azopotr7c.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (101,91,81,1)" > < p > m & oacute; Jer did not look in my eyes.

Said & ampquo; stay &.

< p > did not say that he loves me.

< p > only silent.

< p > and his mother stood behind him with the same cold smile, which I saw on her face for years.

< p > she won.

< p > I was only a guest here.

< p > When I married the brand, I thought we were a team.

< P > We had a co -& oacute; lners, plans. We wanted to build our lives together.

< p > I did not know that from the beginning there were three of us.

< p > because she was always in his life.

< p > — Mareczku, this is not a wife for you & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; m & oacute; was even before our wedding.

< p > — You should learn to cook as he likes — repeated at every family dinner.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; A woman should take care of the house, not her own ambitions — she threw when I was working about work.

< p > always commented, always advised, always criticized.

< p > A on ?

< p > he was silent.

< p > always silent.

< p > It was worse with time.

< p > — Mom, maybe you shouldn't come every day ? — PR & Amp; Oacute; I used to suggest gently.

< p > looked at me as if I were nobody.

< p > — It is a son m & j son, and this is his home.

< p > — Our house — I corrected it quietly.

< p > laughed.

< p > — You really believe it ?

< p > began to set him against me.

< p > — Mareczku, she does not respect your family & hellip;

< p > — Mareczku, what a woman is that a woman who limits you ?~ 60 > < p > — Mareczku, are you really happy with her ?

< p > A on ?

< p > he began to listen to her.

< p > until these words were said.

< p > — Maybe you should move out — He said quietly, looking at the wall, as if he was afraid to look in my eyes.

< p > — What ?

< p > — My mother thinks it will be better for everyone.

< p > — And you ? — I asked, although I already knew the answer.

< p > silence.

< p > — So she decides if I'm still your wife ?

< p > did not answer.

< p > because he has already chosen.

< p > I did not beg.

< p > I did not cry.

< p > I took the suitcase and left without looking back.

< p > I don't know if he would ever understand what he lost.

< p > but I know one.

< p > I have never been his wife.

< p > I was just an obstacle between him and his mother.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116