Taken from life. “My husband left me after 30 years”: he said that “he still wants to experience something real”

I always thought that love matures with age. That after the turbulent years of youth come peace, stability and this quiet certainty that you don't have to be afraid. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/e87406/620x0/1/0/2024/11/30/164qtn060gwnw3dyfzkkkklomtwpeqmtpmwqzrms.jpg" alt = "older pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (153,152,116.1)" > < p > We were married three decades.

< p > thirty years of holidays, laundry, renovation & oacute; w, credit & oacute; w, b & oacute; lu, laughter, children, sick & oacute; b, co -& oacute; < p > thirty years of being everything for yourself, even when the world collapsed.

< p > until kt & oacute; I saw him with a suitcase in my hand.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I go away. < p > I thought it was a joke.

< p > but he looked seriously. And calmly.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; I want to experience something else. Something real. I don't want to wake up in ten years and regret that I felt nothing. ” < p > did not feel ?

< p > And what was all about what was ?

< p > with the birth of our children, with my fight for a house when he lost his job, except that I wore the whole family on my shoulders, when he got lost ?

< p > What was it, if not true ?

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; It's not your fault. Just & Hellip; I still want to live. &

< p > A I ?

< p > I don't live ?

< p > does it mean that my life is over and it is just about to start ?

< p > left.

< p > not day by day & ndash; by hour. < p > He didn't take the photos. Did not take memories. < p > took himself only. < p > and me & ndash; He left me in ruins. < p > I couldn't breathe at first. < p > I woke up at night, convinced that it was a nightmare.

< p > that soon WRA & oacute; will smile, make tea and say: & you know, I had a stupid sleep. < p > but did not come back.

< p > only empty hangers remained in his wardrobe.

< p > in my life & ndash; empty place after all I used to be.

< p > today is a year. < p > does not answer my phone & oacute; w.

< p > children do not want to talk to him & ndash; & AMP; BDQUO; He betrayed not only you, but the whole family & rdquo; & ndash; m & oacute; bind.

< p > I am silent.

< p > because I'm not fighting for him anymore.

< p > I'm fighting for myself.

< p > and sometimes when I look in the mirror in the evening, I see a woman who nobody left & ndash; Only in the end she was allowed to be herself.

< p > and I think:

< p > maybe I will start experiencing something real.

< p > this time & ndash; without him.