At first he was like a fairy tale. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/12b8fa/620x0/1/0/2025/04/22/l4mq9q4v5uitcamjnxgffrnsbwiakzrffz2rhbk6g.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (134,127,106,1)" > < p > of those who open the door, remember dates, make surprises without occasion. Before the wedding, he wrote letters, called five times a day and M&P; Oacute; < p > wedding was like a dream & ndash; White dress, moved mother, and he holding my hand and sworn that I would always be his only one.

< p > passed three years.

< p > from the fairy tale remained only the dishwasher and ł & Żko, in which the & oacute; rhyme always slept with the amp; He was silent more and more often. He answered my questions with a murmur. Instead of & I love you & rdquo; & ndash; & AMP; BDQUO; Not now & rdquo;, & I am tired of & rdquo;, & bdquo; stop whining & rdquo;.

< P >I felt like old slippers & ndash; Needed, but ugly and long -free. Cooperation & oacuteal dinners turned into separate meals, and I forgot my birthday in & ampquo; I had a lot on my head. And he still repeated: & do not dramatize, we are together &.

< p > but it's & ampquo; together & rdquo; It was only by name. Emotionally he left me a long time.

< p > I began to suspect that he was hiding something. But I had no proof of & oacute; Until one day, by accident, he left an open e -mail on the laptop. I wasn't looking. The same thing jumped & ndash; Message from her. Full of photos, plan & oacute; in, dreams. She called him & m & oacute; j wilku < p > my heart stood.

< p > I saw dates. This relationship lasted from one year after our wedding. When I planned to cooperate with the outer vacation, he wrote to her that & ampquo; I have to pretend to be a loving husband again, so that she would not guess & rdquo;. When I was cooking dinner, he ordered flowers & ndash; for her.

< p > and then everything stopped in me. But only for a while.

< p > I got up. I packed the suitcase. I took the keys, dignity and left. I didn't leave the card. I didn't call. I didn't cry. Because I wasn't weak. He was the tch & oacute; rzam.

Now I look at myself in the mirror and I know: I'm not old slippers. I was only too good for someone who did not even deserve my silence.

< p > A his & ampquo; dirty secret & ?< br /> Let him stay with him. Because I & Hellip; I have already been asked with b & oacute; lu.

< p >< br />< Strong > See, as we wrote in recent days: one of the brightest voice went out & oacute; in Eurovision. This is a sad moment for the world of music

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