I packed my things and left! She humiliated me in front of everyone!
Love that Turned into Disappointment
They say fate sometimes offers us second chances.
So we can fix the mistakes we made the first time around.
To avoid repeating past foolishness.
But back then, I didn’t realize that some lessons need to be learned twice.
I first met her on a chilly autumn evening in Hyde Park.
A lonely bench, Frank Sinatra in my ears.
I was enjoying the music and the autumn colors when a young woman approached me.
“May I sit here?” she asked.
“Of course,” I replied.
We both listened to Sinatra.
This was the first of many things that connected us.
We started talking and couldn’t stop.
Two months later, I 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 seeing a cup on the table.
Dust an already spotless shelf.
Once, I heard her irritated voice:
“Why don’t you fold the towels properly?”
I laughed.
But then I realized – she wasn’t joking.
Every day, she spotted more “issues.”
The bed wasn’t made right.
The shoes weren’t aligned.
I wasn’t cutting bread correctly.
I tried my best.
Yet even two crumbs on the table would unleash her temper.
It became harder to breathe in that house.
But I endured.
I loved her.
The Final Straw
One day, we invited friends over.
I was rushing around the kitchen, setting the table, cleaning, helping.
And she…
Spoke to me in front of our friends as if I were her servant.
“Bring this!”
“Pass that!”
“Don’t just stand there!”
She didn’t even look at me.
Only gave orders.
The guests laughed.
But anger burned inside me.
Still, I stayed silent.
I endured.
When everyone left, I quietly gathered my belongings.
Silently.
I didn’t cause a scene.
I just headed for the door.
She grabbed my arm.
“Don’t go,” her voice was soft.
But when I didn’t stop, she tightened her grip.
Too hard.
I felt the pain.
Then I broke free.
And I saw something… frightening in her eyes.
Only then did I realize: I was never truly loved here.
I was just convenient.
I walked out and shut the door behind me.
A Repeat, but Without Mistakes
Three years passed.
I lived in another country, strolled through a park while listening to The Beatles.
The English music reminded me of home.
And suddenly someone asked:
“Is this the most English bench in this park?”
I turned around.
He was speaking English.
I laughed.
“Today, yes.”
We started talking again.
And once more – we couldn’t stop.
Time flew by without me noticing.
We walked, talked, laughed.
And then…
Then we started dating.
I felt love again.
But this time – it was different.
Calm.
Honest.
Without harshness.
Without constant criticism.
A Ghost from the Past
One day he said:
“You spilled some water… Be careful.”
I tensed up.
Inside, I braced myself.
I expected him to start yelling.
But he just smiled.
“Just wipe it up, no big deal.”
And then I understood.
I was still living in fear.
Fear of the past.
But now it was different.
That story wasn’t repeating itself.
There were no more humiliations.
No more pain.
There was only love.
And for the first time in many years, I realized – I was home.
