I packed up my belongings and left! She humiliated me in front of everyone!
A Love Turned into Disappointment
They say that fate sometimes offers us second chances.
So we can correct the mistakes we made the first time.
To avoid repeating past foolishness.
But back then, I didn’t realize that some lessons have to be learned twice.
I met her on a chilly autumn evening in the park.
A solitary bench, Frank Sinatra in my ears.
I was savoring the music and autumn colors when a girl approached me.
“Mind if I sit?” she asked.
“Of course not,” I replied.
We both listened to Sinatra.
It was the first of many things that connected us.
We started talking and found ourselves unable to stop.
Two months later, I had already moved in with her.
I was certain: she was the one.
But fairy tales rarely come without clouds.
The Tyranny of Cleanliness
At first, it was the little things.
She would sigh if she saw a cup on the table.
Dust a perfectly clean shelf.
Once I heard an annoyed comment:
“Why don’t you fold the towels properly?”
I laughed.
But then I realized – she wasn’t joking.
Each day, she found more “issues.”
I had laid the bed wrong.
The shoes weren’t lined up perfectly.
I was slicing bread incorrectly.
I tried.
But even two crumbs on the table could provoke her anger.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe in that house.
Yet, I endured.
I loved her.
The Final Straw
One day, we invited guests over.
I dashed around the kitchen, setting the table, tidying up, helping out.
And she…
She spoke to me in front of friends as if I were her servant.
“Bring this!”
“Get that!”
“Don’t just stand there doing nothing!”
She wouldn’t even look at me.
Just barked orders.
The guests laughed.
Inside me, a fire of anger burned.
But I stayed silent.
I endured.
When everyone left, I quietly gathered my things.
Silent.
I didn’t make a scene.
I simply headed for the door.
She grabbed my arm.
“Don’t go,” her voice was gentle.
But as I didn’t stop, her grip tightened.
Too tightly.
I felt pain.
Then I broke free.
And I saw something… frightening in her eyes.
Only then did I understand: I was never loved here.
I was merely convenient.
I walked out and slammed the door behind me.
Repetition, But Without Mistakes
Three years passed.
I lived in another country, strolled through a park listening to a classic English band.
The music reminded me of home.
Suddenly, someone asked,
“Is this the most English bench in the park?”
I turned around.
He spoke in English.
I laughed.
“Today, it seems so.”
We started talking.
And once again, we couldn’t stop.
I didn’t notice how time flew by.
We walked, talked, laughed.
And then…
Then we began dating.
I felt love again.
But this time – a different love.
Calm.
Honest.
Without harshness.
Without constant criticism.
A Ghost of the Past
One day, he said to me,
“You spilled some water… be careful.”
I tensed up.
Felt myself shrink inside.
I expected him to shout.
But he merely smiled.
“Just wipe it up, it’s no big deal.”
And that’s when I realized.
I was still living in fear.
Fear of the past.
But now it was different.
This story wasn’t repeating itself.
No more humiliation.
No more pain.
There was only love.
For the first time in many years, I understood – I was home.
