You love him madly, and it seems that this will always be. But once he comes and says that he was on the other hand ...
Holds a letter, lines from which you wish to quote.
«... For three years I'm trying to get out of the situation, and you can not even ... ... It all started with treason. For him. But for me it all began with his story about it.
As happens in life? All hide, and he confessed. I still remember the smart, which has survived in the day. He is described as looking at me ... a friend! His tortured uncertainty: and I have not liked, and not yet fully understood.
So he asked for support and advice. I, his wife! That loved him more than life. That is dissolved in the family and even did not dare to look at the other.
I do not like to make scandals. Just from the fact that it was not able to do so. But at the moment things turned in my soul, froze and has not yet melt. I just answered him: «Do you know how».
It still is. As disappointed in one another, with which I was betrayed.
Since then, our relations are no longer family. I have a feeling that I live at the station. Indeed, my life - it is waiting for a train. Ie state, where the camp once again united and beloved. But not for him ...
Because we are not family. We have clearly defined that do not love each other. We rarely see each, ie only at home, and never touching each other. Perhaps I, and healed the him if his party felt remorse. If he asked for forgiveness. But he did not have to. He believes that nothing is wrong in front of me, because, say, we do not choose their feelings. This is how I live. Married to a passport and alone in the shower. Dissolve in the work and the child. But ... I do want to love and tenderness.
