There was a period when I was waiting for him. And at some point I decided to write him a letter of confession, like he had done to me. Why did I do that? Because, as it turned out, he was hurt that I had left him once, and said that he would only agree to return everything and go out with me again if I proposed to him myself. Of course, I didn’t find this out from him.
So I wrote him a letter first, handed it over. Two days later, I wrote him online to find out the answer. We talked. Turns out I waited in vain. He doesn’t want a relationship. Not with me, he just doesn’t want one. Now I’m stumped, what do I do? Then there’s the father. He left the family for another woman a couple of months ago. But he didn’t leave like all normal men, with dignity, but he screwed up too. A lot of lies, mean things he did. No peace, even when he left.
I am on the edge. I say that everything is fine, but it is not, I just do not want to worry my mother, because she has already suffered. I’m trying to keep her away from him, it’s not working out well so far.
I’m fed up with everything, I’m tired of living like this. When will I be able to live my life in peace? There is too much going on all at once. The rejection of someone I like, the moral pressure from my father, and my graduation from university is coming up, so I can’t relax either.
