She won't explain anything anymore. Why do guys disappear without explaining anything?
Lying in bed, I lit a cigarette. “Anya wouldn’t allow it,” he thought and immediately put out his cigarette. Anyuta, what have you done? How can I live with this? Not a note, not a word, not a hint... She left as if you had never existed, as if I had only dreamed of you and our whole life. Did I really offend you so much that you, standing on the edge, completely forgot about me and, leaving, didn’t even look back?! When we met, she was still just a girl, a student, and I had behind me bad marriage and the experience of a seasoned bachelor. We met at a party - Anya invited me to dance. I agreed for fun, realizing that she was still a teenager, but when my hand lay on her waist, and a strand of her shiny hair touched my poorly shaved cheek, I suddenly became aroused. “That’s it, Tolyan, you’re lost,” I thought. “The article is corruption of minors...”
But it turned out that Anya is an adult and independent girl, studying in her third year. And I collapsed at her feet with all my inhibitions and complexes.
Annushka seemed to me like a person from another planet.
Soon we got married. For a long time, Anna was for me a person from another planet, a princess and a pea, a fairy girl who opened fairy-tale worlds to me. Gradually, the image of the fairy faded, and Anya turned into an ordinary woman, although sometimes it seemed that she was yearning for her “lost paradise”...
I don’t know, I was never able to fully understand her... I went out into the kitchen, put coffee on the long-uncleaned stove (“Anya would have wiped it first,” I noted to myself) and, waiting for it to rise, I lit a cigarette again. Dawn was breaking outside the window, the first trolleybuses were driving around the city, the lights were going out - the city was waking up. Behind the wall, at the neighbors, a child began to cry... Annushka and I did not have children. At first they didn’t want to, then they were no longer against it, but everything didn’t work out, and when they realized it and went to the doctors, it was already too late. Anya accepted the news of her infertility calmly, but with bewilderment - it remained in her eyes for many years... We no longer talked about children. Yes, I didn’t feel any particular need for them.
But with her, probably, like with any woman, everything was different. When about five years ago, out of the blue, she suddenly asked: “Maybe we can take it from the orphanage?” - she asked in such a tone, as if we had only interrupted the conversation on this topic five minutes ago, I understood: all these years she suffered, never for a minute ceasing to dream of a child.
“You’re just an uncouth block,” Kira, Anya’s close friend, told me. “Didn’t you know, didn’t you see how she was struggling?”
“She never complained, we never discussed it at all!” — I tried to defend myself.
“She even went to work at school to surround herself with children,” Kira sighed heavily.
“But Anya said then that the psychological assistance center where she worked was closing. I decided that she simply couldn't find another job...
- Nonsense! — Kira was indignant.
— The center, for your information, is still open today! Didn't it bother you that she stayed late at work? Have you ever wondered why?
- Imagine, I wondered! — I began to boil, remembering that period of our family life. “You know, I thought then that she had someone, someone’s scoundrel dad.” I even unexpectedly came to her work a couple of times to take her, so to speak, by surprise, but then I became convinced that she was just leading some kind of circle...
- What vulgarity! — Kira grimaced. - Of course, everyone measures by themselves! Did you think that Anya, like you, hangs out on the side? You would know how much she suffered because of this!
- For God's sake, Kira! — in turn, I was indignant. - Anya didn’t know anything, I was always careful! And than, last years, it seems to me that she didn’t care, we generally somehow moved away from each other...
- She knew everything perfectly! Some of your dear friends, especially the red one, terrorized her with calls and text messages! That's why she moved away because she couldn't stand lies! - Kira continued to denounce me. - She told me that she was afraid to look you in the eyes, she was embarrassed and ashamed of how unbearably false you were, portraying a faithful husband... She felt guilty: she could not create a full-fledged family and give birth to a child, that’s why she was silent and all to you forgave!
“The redhead is probably Vika,” I thought. We were colleagues, our shifts often coincided. Vika is older than Anya, almost the same age as me.
Beaten by life, she raised her daughter alone and knew well what she needed from this life, and what she could do without. She, unlike my wife, had too much of everything: sexuality, prudence. Her open lust and even vulgarity turned me on - she allowed me to be brutal and cynical. But I had an excuse: I went into this relationship because it in no way threatened our family. I wouldn't leave my wife for Vika. I learned that Vika was pestering Anya with demands to let me go only after Anya’s death! ...The cigarette went out. I poured myself some already cooled coffee - my hand shook and the dark liquid spilled onto the table. “No, it’s not because of Vicky,” I thought. “We parted a hundred years ago...” Indeed, I was once guilty of casual affairs, but over the years all the passions subsided, and I increasingly caught myself thinking that simple conversations at dinner, Anya’s caring hands and her peaceful sleep being around me attracts me much more than the unbridled caresses of other women...
Lately I have been feeling almost happy, my wife and I were going to the sea, which Anya adored, and suddenly...
This picture again appeared before my eyes, as if from a horror film: her dark shiny hair, like algae, on the surface of water brown with blood, and a slightly drunk glass of wine with traces of lipstick on the edge of the bath... Anya, stop!!! My heart froze for a moment and started racing, the blood rushed to my head - I was once again experiencing a state of despair, hopelessness, misunderstanding... How could Anya decide to do this, because she was so afraid of blood! After the funeral, finally left alone, I searched the whole house in search of at least some clue. I didn't believe in suicide! I looked through the memory of Anya’s mobile phone and hacked her email. And suddenly I discovered in her circle a person whom I had never heard of before - some Valentin Vladimirovich, a doctor from the Institute of Hematology. Maybe my Anyuta was hopelessly ill?
I arranged a meeting with this same Valentin Vladimirovich.
“She was absolutely healthy,” the doctor rejected my suspicions. “On the contrary, we sometimes turned to her for help!” - He did not immediately come to his senses after my message about Anya’s death. What a pity, many people owe their lives to her. She has a rare blood type...
“I didn’t know that she was a donor,” I was shocked.
“There was...” the doctor paused. — It’s somehow strange to talk about her in the past tense - she was always so cheerful, she was very supportive of our patients. You know, people who are already doomed often come to us. One of these... Alexey is a hopeless case, I tell you - he lived only thanks to Anna...
-Can I see him? I perked up.
“No,” Valentin Vladimirovich shook his head, “not anymore... Alexey died six months ago.” Anya experienced his death as a personal tragedy...
I wondered: who was this man who was never saved by Anya’s blood? Maybe it was because of him that she committed suicide?
“Sorry, I have to go now,” the doctor extended his hand. - Please accept my condolences again.
On that damned day, Anya called me literally a couple of hours before the tragedy. Later, the conversation seemed to be erased from my memory, only one phrase remained:
“It’s my fault, you’re unhappy with me...” And quietly added: “I’m sorry...”
What were you talking about, Anya, Anya, explain to me!!! But Anya won’t explain anything. Nothing...
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I broke up with my loved one and I don’t even know the reason why he left. We dated for 4 months. His mother was against our relationship. She wanted her son to marry the girl she chose for him. He and I fought for a long time for our relationship, but nothing changed. His mother often interfered in our affairs, she did not even allow us to talk normally on the phone, and when he wanted to talk to his family about our future with him, his mother pretended to feel bad - she was a good artist. But he was blind, he believed her, he was too attached to his mother and could not go against his family.
I don’t understand, what was our fault that they separated us from the site? I think and think about this every second. Why didn't she even want to meet me?
At first he was very caring, he was even afraid to touch me so as not to offend me, but over time he changed. We met very rarely. In the first month, when he talked to his family for the first time and they did not approve of our relationship, he did not call me for 2 days, did not write, and then, when I demanded an explanation, he wrote that his family was against us and he did not know. what to do. That's how he was left with a choice between his beloved girl and his mother.
Then I thought it was already the end. It seemed to me that there was no point in living anymore. He called many times, I didn’t answer, then he talked to my mom, then we talked together. I asked him for a final meeting. At first he did not agree, but then we finally agreed.
That evening we talked for a long time, and I realized that he also did not want to part with me. We met as strangers, the site kept a distance from each other. He begged me not to do such stupid things again, said that he did it to make me happy and did not want to hurt me. I couldn’t help myself and hugged him very, very tightly. At that moment he kissed me for the first time.
We continued to meet. I hoped that his family would accept me someday. She invited him to visit and introduced him to her mother. Everything was great. We had a close relationship (everything except sex). He introduced me to my cousin and his fiancee. The four of us spent time together, but in the end, for some reason, he didn’t want to accompany me home, despite the fact that he never left me alone and always walked me home. He said that he had to meet his friend, who was already waiting for him. We had a little fight and he yelled at me for the first time. I cried all the way home and thought that maybe it was my own fault that this happened.
That day he didn’t even pay attention to me - he played with the phone as if I wasn’t there. I just didn’t know what to talk about with his relatives. They asked if we were going to get married, and he said things that made me look like a joke to them. He asked me about it, as if I myself should propose to him.
On next week everything was fine, but he suddenly disappeared, did not answer my calls and messages, and after 3 days he wrote that he had some problems with his family so that I would give him time. That's all. I waited for him for a month. He didn’t even call on my birthday or congratulate me. In the end, I wrote to him everything I thought, and he replied that he did not know what to answer me.
I can’t come to terms with the fact that he left me like that, without explanation, without reason. I tried for a long time, but I can’t forget him. I want to return it, but I don't know how. He always said that we would never part, that he could not live without me, but now he lives his life. How can you do this to your loved one? Did he really not love me at all? But everything we experienced together could not be false.
My question to men: why does a man first ask for time to think or solve certain problems, and then disappear? Couldn't he honestly like a real man, say that he wants to break up? Was he really such a coward? What could be the reason, maybe he just stopped loving me and it’s not about his family at all?
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I’ll start with the fact that until I was 20 I never dated anyone, I’m a beautiful, educated girl, many guys ran after me, but I was always looking for my one and only person and in the end I myself don’t know how it is, but in my soul what told me that with this person I will be the future and we began to communicate, he fell in love with me and I myself began to fall in love for the first time. We started dating, everything was fine, he even introduced me to his family and my family knew that I had a boyfriend and knew each other, he even told his mother that we would get married, we met, I gave myself to him because he trusted himself to me so much and when we were for 9 months now he suddenly says that he doesn’t love me and the most offensive thing he said was that it wasn’t me who took your virginity, that there was no blood, I was shocked by what I heard, how he can change so much at once and for no reason at all he always says that to me he said that he loves me so much that you yourself can’t imagine how much he told his mother that he loved me and I believed it, he always said that he would never leave me and in the end he left me with this pain for the rest of my life, I don’t want to love anyone like that like him, I really want him to come back to me, he didn’t appreciate that worthy woman who only thought about him and breathed only about him and wanted to see him as her husband, why did this happen? I was faithful to him, I was a worthy girl. He dated just about anyone in his life, but he said that he didn’t introduce them all to his mother, he only sincerely loved you, he said so, and now he says that he doesn’t love me and the worst thing is that it’s not him I took my virginity, he tells me the most offensive thing, but I love him so much that I don’t want to let him go, even if he has already left me, he doesn’t even say his reason why he did this, saying only that he doesn’t love me, this doesn’t seem true, I don’t want to I believe this, but what can I do if he didn’t love me, why did he come to the distance where I live three times? Now my life is broken, how can I continue to live? He used me and left me, making me to blame for everything ((((I’m so offended That only I know he had difficulties in his family and everyone put pressure on him. But why did he just abandon me, what’s my problem? guilt? I only loved him and wanted to build my future with him, but he did this to me. I don’t hang out in clubs and restaurants like some girls, I’m home, Allah sees, and he spoiled me like that and left saying that he didn’t love me and didn’t love me and that I should she never called or wrote, he removed me and my friends, brothers from all over, why did he treat me so rudely? Humiliating me, he didn’t even think that a woman gave birth to him, that he had a sister. Why do I need this? Why did he leave such a life for me and leave? I just wanted happiness.