I Love Him In Spite Of Everything

Hello readers. Over time, I had forgotten about this site from which I had not left before, but now, looking for an interesting article, I found it again (and I was happy somewhere). I am writing a story here for the first time and I hope you do not find it stupid, cluttered and incomprehensible. Here is the story itself: I have been living and working outside Bulgaria for almost 2 years now. I came quite by chance as a guest for 10 days, and I stayed as I mentioned for almost 2 years. At first I didn't like it here, I had no friends, no job, I didn't know the language, I only had my mother's support, but somehow I didn't have enough. She did her best to show me the city, she came for a walk with me after work, even though she was tired, she just didn't let me get bored. Soon after my arrival, he enrolled me in a small group of folk dances, which I have been doing since I was a child, and he came with me. It wasn't a big deal, but it detached me from the lonely everyday life, for me it was a distraction, new people and the passage of time. There I met many people, including my current boyfriend. His mother and the woman leading the course liked me very much and let's introduce them to the young people ... He had just returned from Bulgaria and, like me, there was no company to go out. We liked each other at first sight and the next day he came to pick me up and drank coffee, after which we spent the whole day together in the mall. In the evening we promised to see each other again and the next day he came again we drank coffee we ate and he went to work. Our meetings became more frequent, but I held on tight, I didn't want a relationship, just someone to feel good with, but he was more insistent than me and on the birthday of our choreographer announced that we are together and is very happy about this fact. After only 2 months he convinced me that due to the distance between us and the fact that he drives all day (that's his profession) he wants to move to live with them and his mother, who until then loved me like a daughter. I was happy and in the evening I was waiting for him with a ready suitcase and a gleam in his eyes of happiness. I felt loved and wanted for the first time. So far so good, but ... He started to be late in the evening, and when he got home he touched the cup, ate quickly and in bed. I was like a thing in his house, As if I was not there. We stopped going out, and when we went out for a while he kept muttering and nervous. I thought it would be like that only during the week, but alas - on Saturdays and Sundays he also put them to sleep, and he sent me to the neighbor for coffee and to get out of his head to sleep peacefully. A month later I got tired and one night after another scandal I gathered my things and tried to leave, but he stopped me. Things got better in two weeks and then the same thing. One night he took me to his cousin who lives nearby we had a barbecue, we played with his dog we had a great time until my friend went to the toilet and his friend asked me "what are you doing with this deceased" so he is a sworn drug addict and he doesn't have a gram of brain ... I told him with a smile that I didn't believe it, and he added "I'll prove it to you now" and took out a small packet of white powder. He asked me if I had tried and answered that I was on drugs with you and I neither wanted nor tried. He showed the package to my friend, and his eyes immediately lit up. Before my eyes they were both doing drugs, I was sitting and I didn't believe what kind of person I had found to fall in love with, considering that I was 23 and he was already 37. On the way out, I told him that this was our last night together and he paid by promising that he would not touch us just to stay together. I agreed I loved him and I couldn't leave him so easily with his vice without knowing what problem I was getting into. After a while, we quarreled with his mother, and suddenly I felt that she could no longer tolerate me. I wanted to and we went to an apartment with him, but the problems didn't end there either. After work, he regularly visited the bar below us and made drunken scandals at home. He drank, took drugs regularly with his friends, and sprayed his salary on typewriters in bars. After three months of patience and after stealing the money and the phones one night and it came out on top of me, I got up and left. We didn't break up again, we saw each other secretly, we fought, but we continued to love each other. His mother bothered us a lot, he also introduced his cousin and our choreographer among us. But nothing ... We returned to Bulgaria at the beginning of September with the attitude to live there a little far away, everything here. And there problems with his supposedly good friends made a trap for him, beat him and took all his money. We are back here for nothing. Without money, work and home. My mother flatly refused to live together and let's hop the old song in a new voice. He's with his self with mine and I'll see you over the weekend. His cousin spoke to him against me he believed and one night after another call I blocked me. It made me very sad I gave too much in this regard, and he trusts people who talk and don't know me. That same evening I went to ask him why he was doing this and what he was doing, and he told me a lot of nonsense and the lies of that fool. I got even sicker. Now, because of my stubbornness, we are supposedly together again, but he punishes me quite undeservedly with his coldness. When I asked if we would be together, he told me I don't know, time will tell. I don't want to fall on his knees, but I'm pretty desperate right now. I don't want to lose him for some lies. I see that he is confused and nervous, but I love him, I put too much into this relationship. Give me advice please and do not criticize me, I know that I look like a fool, but I will not change men all my life without fighting for a man I really love and care about. Thank you! but I love it I put too much into it. Please give me advice and don't criticize me, I know that I look like a fool from the side, but I will not change men all my life without fighting for a person I really love and care about. Thank you! but I love it I put too much into it. Please give me advice and don't criticize me, I know that I look like a fool from the side, but I will not change men all my life without fighting for a person I really love and care about. Thank you!