She was always the quiet, calm girl from the end of the village. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/044604/620x0/1/0/2025/04/07/faq7axjjyerbtjnsmm72brxo4aiiwabhfjq7lpcxq.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Take your defective back! ": He said, leaving his wife with his mother's sick wife, in a secluded village" styles = "background-color: rgba (91,92,92,1)" > < p > not to deer & oacute; Eg & oacute; czen, which was more than anyone around anyone around anyone. Always helpful, delicate, a bit too modest to fight for yourself. When she met Marek, all m & oacute; they were that it was a miracle.
< p > on & ndash; From the city, after graduation, eloquent, with the promise of a better life. She & ndash; From a small hut on the edge of the forest, with her mother, who was carrying everything alone. Love bloated quickly. Wedding, apartment in a block of flats, trips, & oacute; Mother C & Amp; Oacute; Rki cried with emotion, although something was trembling in her. But who would listen to motherly intuition when love smiles so beautifully ?< P >The beginnings were good. But Marek had his expectations & ndash; The wife was to be perfect. Well -groomed, always smiling, with dinner on time, with a house smelling of fresh bread. And she tried. To b & oacute; lu. She cooked, cleaned, shopping with a list written by him. She did not leave without permission. She did not call her mother too often, because he mesh the & oacute; that it was & ampquo; childish “& < p > The first grinds began when health problems appeared. First dizziness, then weakness. Marek sold it laugh: “Bdquo; maybe you need less drama, and more movement & rdquo;. When the doctors made a diagnosis & ndash; multiple sclerosis & ndash; He fell silent. But not out of concern. From indifference. And with contempt.
< p > He didn't want someone to find out. He told her to hide his illness from his neighbors. He did not take her for medical visits. Then he began to come back more and more. She saw his messages on the phone & ndash; Female names, mysterious meetings. But she no longer had the strength to fight. Or ask. < P >When she began to have difficulty moving, he forbade her to leave the house. This was explained by & ampquo; security reasons & rdquo;. In fact, & Hellip; He was ashamed of her. Body that was no longer young and functional. Voice that trembled. Look that & oacute; re begged for closeness.< p > her mother & ndash; A lonely woman from a village hut & ndash; She called, asked, felt something was wrong. But C & Amp; Oacute; Rka calmed her down: “Bdquo; everything is fine, mom. Marek takes care of me &.
< p > until that day.
< p > The car stopped with a squeal of tires under her gate. Marek didn't even turn off the engine. He got off, opened the door on the passenger side. C & oacute; Rka sat pale, skinny, based on the glass. She did not speak with a word. < p > & ndash; Take your defective back & ndash; He said in an icy voice. & ndash; I still have life ahead of me. < p > Mother ran. She wanted to say something, ask, understand. But he was already leaving, leaving only dust and silence behind him. And a woman who promised to love until death.< p > today c & oacute; Rka sleeps in a room with a view of the meadows. Not a lot m & oacute; But her eyes m & oacute; are all & ndash; regret, disappointment, & oacute; D. And gratitude. Because only the mother stayed. Only the mother did not ask & ampquo; why & rdquo;, did not judge, did not leave.
< p > in this old hut is poor. But quiet. And safe. And love does not have to shout to be true. < p > only sometimes, at night, when everything falls asleep, the mother sits at her & oacute; Żku, holds her hand and whispers:< p > & ndash; He didn't want you. But I always want you. Even if you go out & ndash; You are light here.