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.

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