Taken from life. “On the wedding day he left me for another”: and I was still holding his suit

It was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/77aa91/620x0/1/0/2025/01/11/dxicz8wjlgjwdnpllll45erqup7xaxn55o8nkosdwu.jpg" alt = "wedding @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (119,113,100,1)" > < p > The dress was hung on the door of the wardrobe for several days & ndash; ironed, ready.

< p > Mama walked around the apartment from the morning, humming the songs from my childhood. < p > The phone did not stop calling: < br />< br /> & amp. & AMP; BDQUO; You are already on the way ? & < br /> — & do everything ready ? & < br /> — & AMP; BDQUO; I can't wait! & Amp; Rdquo; < p > and I ? I stood in front of the mirror and held his suit. Navy. The one we chose & oacute; ry together. He hugged me then and said: < br />< br /> & mdash; & AMP; BDQUO; I will only look at you in this. ” < p > I did not know that at the same time he also looked at another. < P >P & oacute; ł hours before departure he called.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; We have to talk. < p > I thought that it was a spare, that stress, that maybe he lost the wedding rings.

< p > but no.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I can't marry you. ” < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; is a joke ? & & & Amp; MDASH; I asked, because it couldn't be true.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I fell in love with someone else. I know it's suddenly & Hellip; But I can't pretend. < p > then my hands began to tremble. The suit fell out of the hanger and slid down the floor. I bent into p & oacute; as if someone hit my stomach. < p > A on ?

< p > just hung up.

< p > He was not. He didn't come. He didn't call anymore. He did not stand with his tail. He didn't look into my eyes.

< p > and I couldn't touch this wedding dress for many weeks.

< p > hangs to this day.

< p > like a symbol of trust, which & oacute; relief on the day when & oacute; rhyme was to swear love.

< p > all m & oacute; wili:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Better now than P & Amp; Oacute; < p > But what about my p & oacute; 63 ~

< p > with my shame ? with my dreams, which & oacute; re fell on the day on which & oacute; rhyme were to come true ?

< p > today two years have passed. I know she is with her. I know he has a child.

< p > I don't want him wrong.

< p > but every morning, when I look at myself in the mirror, I remember that I was supposed to be someone's wife and I only became his mistake.

< p > and although I got up, I taught to breathe without him &

< p > Sometimes I still have the impression that this navy blue suit is on my heart harder than anything else.