Since our daughter appeared in the world, everything has changed. I had the impression that time is shrinking. That every minute has a gold value. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/cef3dc/620x0/1/0/2025/02/23/uhdgtxmkx9mfxqjmcmcmcmcccdbx4mhxgwzfozf.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (34,34,34.0.5)" > < p > I didn't sleep at night. I fed, hugged, worn, swayed. For love. With a sense of duty. From being a mother.
< p > but he & hellip;< p > He was silent more and more often. He came out more and more often.
< p > he looked in my eyes less and less often.
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Let's hire a nanny & rdquo; & Amp; MDASH; said kt & oacute; re; 60 ~ br />& Amp; MDASH; & bdquo; so that you have some time for yourself. &
< p > I agreed. Because I was tired. Because I trusted. Because I did not know that I had just let home a woman who was to take everything away from me.
< p > She was young, smiling, full of energy.
< p > c & oacute; Reczki liked her. He too. And I ? I was still cooking, cleaning, I took care of the house. I did not notice that M & Amp; Oacute; Jer, begins to look at her as he once looked at me.
< p > I didn't want to see. Until I saw. By accident.
< p > phone left on the table. The news. Photos. Words that can not be undone.< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Since when ? & & & Amp; MDASH; I asked quietly.
< p > silent. < p > then he looked at me with cool calmness and said:< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Since you stopped being a woman and you began to be just a mother. You have other priorities. & Amp;
< p > frozen me.
< p > not by treason. Because of this one sentence, which & oacute; relocked everything.
< P > I devoted myself to our child happy. I gave up to build a family. And he considered it a weakness.
< p > for an excuse. For the power of & o to reveal me. I told her to leave the same day. Him & Hellip; also. < p > I didn't shout. I didn't cry. Because in the heart, which devotes itself in full, there is no place for anger & ndash; remains emptiness.< p > We are alone today. Me and my c & oacute; butt.
< p > and I know one thing: I will never let someone ever tell her that love ends when a woman becomes a mother.
< p > because she wasn't the one who lost the man. He lost his family.