Six Years With The Wrong One

The Story

Hello! I don't want to complain about my life in this story, I just want to encourage those who are desperate for love. 7 years ago I met the "love of my life". In the beginning (as in any relationship) everything was nice, strewn with flowers. We lived together and I was the person who covered the bigger expenses, in the sense that I paid for the accommodation, I bought food, I bought clothes and shoes ... we loved each other and we had to help each other. Even so, I felt much more secure, thinking that by indulging in everything, he would be grateful to me and at least not cheat on me. Unfortunately, this did not happen, now I only understand that there were infidelities and there were not 1 or 2. I loved him so much that I chose to stay with him and treat my pain with infidelity on my part.

And so 3 years began only lies, infidelity, but at least there was no breaking. I didn't want to leave him because I was sure I wouldn't meet a better man, and I guess that's why he was sitting with me. One day I just couldn't stand it, I packed my bags, I said to myself this is not the life of the lovers I watch in the movies ... and I went to another city. The first night I met my current husband, with whom we have a beautiful boy and I just never felt happier. The boy and I kept our friendship and from time to time we see each other for a coffee. He also immediately after my separation met the WOMAN (as he puts it) and now they are a family. I'm glad for him that he's happy, that he doesn't cheat on her as I do, that when he says her name and honey drips on him, that she really loves him too, ... but I'm most glad that I really met the love of my life (and this time I will not quote). My thought was,

Last Updated
July 22, 2020
Author:
adamcbtxxz

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