“If you marry him, you have nothing to come back for,” my mother said, looking at me with a cold, unknown to me. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/03b184/620x0/1/0/2025/03/08/mjkq8zfpexrainhu2m9y9y9y458bsdmm98dodmrpij.jpg" alt = "from life taken. & quot; my family rejected me & quot;: All because I chose my husband they did not accept" styles = "background-color: rgba (117,123,114.1)" > < p > I stood in the middle of the living room, squeezing my hands, pr & oacute; being to stop trembling.
< p > — Mom & Hellip; it's my life.
< p > — No, this is a disgrace. < p > I have always known that my family had their rules. Her husband should be thought out, accepted by everyone. < p > m & oacute; j sets & oacute; r ?< p > It was unforgivable for them.
< p > Father did not speak with a word.< p > m & oacute; j brother looked at me with contempt.
< p > — You sold for just anyone & Amp; MDASH; threw cold. < P > Anyone. < p > a man who loved & I loved. < p > The wedding took place without them.< p > did not come.
< p > did not call.
< p > I died for them.
< p > years have passed. I had a home, family, children. But every time I passed the mirror, I saw the same question in my eyes:
< p > was it worth ?< p > Did love was worth losing everything else ?
< p > Will they ever forgive me ?
< p > Will I ever forgive them ?
< p > The phone never rang.
< p > and I never stopped waiting.