It was already dark when there was a knock at the door. Veronika opened the door, and her 38-year-old son stood on the threshold. He put his suitcase at the entrance and walked into the hall in his coat, and lay down on the couch.
– “Son, is something wrong?” Veronika asked, barely able to contain her joy. Her son remained silent for a long time and looked off into the distance. But then he sighed heavily and said:
– “We broke up.
– I told you, I knew it would end this way. She doesn’t deserve you at all, I’ve told you that many times.
– Yes, yes, mom, you are the reason I divorced my wife.
– Why is that? She took a year of your life, you spent so much time with her, and I’m to blame for something else?
– Because you never missed any opportunity to tell me that she was not the right woman for me. You always repeated it, even when she heard you. My son started to shout, but then stopped abruptly. He closed his eyes and furrowed his forehead to try to control his emotions. -“You don’t have to blame your mother for everything now, I just saw right away that she was not who she said she was. I was trying to protect you. I’m your mom, I love you very much.
– And she did, and I loved her, and maybe I still do. -Now? Who the hell is she? She’s your past, forget her completely. Veronika started telling her son again about what a terrible wife he had, and then praising herself for having figured her out right away. She didn’t realize that her son was feeling so bad that he didn’t want to hear it.
– I’ll go unpack your suitcase.
– No, mom, don’t touch it. I came to say goodbye. I decided I’m just going to leave. This city reminds me of her and of you.
