I was 21 years old. It was a cool autumn evening, it was drizzling with rain. I stood alone at the bus stop and waited for the bus. A guy approached the bus stop. We looked at each other several times and he decided to get to know me. I didn't mind, since I didn't have a boyfriend at that time, and this one seemed pretty cute to me. We talked with him, exchanged numbers, missed a few minibuses, and he suggested that I go to a cafe to warm up. It alarmed me a little, but his ardent gaze and warm hands beckoned me.
We had dinner and he offered to take me home. I agreed. We left the cafe. It was already quite late and he said he'd better take me home. I was a little scared, but at that moment I completely trusted him. That's how naive and trusting I was. We approached his car. It was quite an expensive car and I swam. He stopped by to get a bouquet of flowers (no one had given me flowers for a long time) and took me home. At that moment I had already fallen in love with him. We said goodbye, but the very next morning he called me and offered to have breakfast together. Of course, I agreed. Thus began a new page of my life. He gave me expensive gifts, gave me compliments, took me to restaurants... At that moment, I already completely considered myself one with him. My parents were very happy for me and told me not to miss such a chance. The girlfriends openly envied that not everyone manages to find a wealthy guy with a car and an apartment who would truly love. I was completely overshadowed by all this and did not even think about the other side of the coin. Six months later, he proposed to me and I agreed. We had a luxurious wedding, there were many guests. On our honeymoon, we went abroad, visited several countries. I felt the happiest. Happy…
Time passed, the bouquet period has long passed, the daily routine has begun. We quarreled, reconciled and so on. Every day he drove me to the university, and after a couple of days he picked me up. All my classmates envied me, and I took it as a concern. In the evenings, we watched movies, but he bought most of his free time from me and went shopping. I didn't mind. Later, I got a job in one of the big consulting companies. My husband reacted to this quite specifically. He was generally against me working somewhere, and I was getting more and more bored and wanted some kind of variety. Our mornings began with me preparing breakfast, ironing his clothes, making sure that my chosen one felt my care and love. Too bad he took it for granted. He was no longer the one I married. Not even close... Every day he became more and more annoying and unbearable, but I, remembering those pleasant moments of the bouquet period, continued to love him with all my soul. Over time, I began to pay more and more attention to the fact that he limits and controls me. Later he started raising his hand at me. He forced me to remove myself from all social networks, began to torture me with scandals because I communicate with other men, was jealous even of sellers in stores. I always tried to talk to him about the fact that everything he invents for himself is just his fantasy, and that I am faithful to him and love him infinitely.
Thus passed a year of living together with this person. Constant control, scandals and buyouts with money - that's all I got after the wedding. Time passed. I received a promotion at work, both in terms of career growth and financial growth. I looked at my girls and saw feminine happiness in their eyes, I saw freedom, freedom. In turn, she felt somewhat uncomfortable around them. Until one moment... Once, while walking down the corridor, a guy greeted me. We looked at each other, he smiled and went on. I did not attach any importance to it. A few days later, a similar situation is repeated. Well, I said hello, then I said hello - just the rules of etiquette. A little later we were at a conference and suddenly our eyes met... We looked at each other for a few seconds without taking our eyes off. His gaze pierced me. He smiled and looked away, and I felt warm. On that day, a new page of my life began, but I did not know about it yet. We greeted each other for several weeks, but due to my shyness, I did not dare to get to know him, and he was most likely stopped by the wedding ring on my right hand. After reading advice from the Internet, I tried to hint to him that I was open to dating, but he did not dare to take the first step. He was mysterious to me, his look gave me goosebumps, his smile warmed my soul... Sometimes, after meeting him, I couldn't get ready for work for half a day. Nothing happened, all my thoughts were just to talk to him, but at the same moment I remembered that the person I am married to was waiting for me at home. This feeling of hopelessness tore me from the inside, I couldn't do anything with myself. On one side is a man, and on the other is a "mystery".