He stood on the threshold of my house, which once was his home. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/10d9d6/620x0/1/0/2025/02/23/3htt2lkvpzpkkk2 alt = "from life taken." Quot; my husband went to a younger woman & quot ;: After years he returned, but I didn't wait for him anymore " styles = "background-color: rgba (73.57.44.0.51)" > < p > I looked at him in disbelief.

< p > He had more gray hair & oacute; tired eyes and the same, well, I know a well -known facial expression & ndash; the one who always appeared when he wanted something from me.

< p > — I can enter ? — asked quietly.

< p > I did not answer.

< p > I didn't know what I felt.

< p > I haven't seen him for five years.

< p > from the day on which & oacute; rhyme packed the suitcase and announced that he was leaving for a younger woman.

< p > I remember that day too good.

< p > — Don't get angry, I just want to experience something else — He said as if M & Amp; Oacute; was about changing work, not leaving me after 25 years of marriage.

< p > — And I ? — I asked then, tears choked my voice.

< p > shrugged.

< p > — You will understand. Maybe someday you will thank me.

< p > no, I never understood.

< p > and I never thanked him.

< p > left me, taking only his things with him.

< p > also took my sense of value, my sense of security and faith that love can last forever.

< p > It had to take many months before I got to the mirror in the mirror and saw a woman, not an abandoned wife.

< p > and now he stood here.

< p > He looked at me as if I was his salvation.

< p > — Why & oacute; you have ? — I finally asked, squeezing my hand on the door frame.

< p > sighed.

< p > — Because I understood that I made a mistake.

< p > — Really ?

< p > — That & hellip; It wasn't. I thought I was happy for a moment, but & hellip;

< p > — But ?

< p > — I lost everything.

< p > — NO. I lost everything through you.

< p > He looked at me as if he wanted me to get him & oacute;

< p > but I had no mercy for him.

< p > — Wr & oacute; moths to each other. & Amp; oacute; let's go again.

< p > I laughed.

< p > There was no laughter in this laugh, only relief.

< p > because for the first time I knew that I no longer have a place for him in my life.

< p > — I don't have time for you anymore, Piotr. I waited too long for you.

< p > understood.

< p > in his eyes what I didn't have when he left me.

< p > b & oacute; l.

< p > I closed the door.

< p > and then & hellip; I felt free for the first time in five years.

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