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