Love that doesn't leave for 3 years.

[Ahtung]

Once upon a time, back in the early 2000s, when I moved to Moscow and was already married, I met a girl 4 years younger than me. Height 178 (I love tall ones), good chest, three rubles, lived with my parents, Muscovite. The first sex happened about 3 months later at her home, when her parents went to the country. At first I hid the fact that I was married and took off the ring before the meeting, then I got tired of deceiving and told the truth, but my marriage was an arrangement on both sides (she was a Muscovite, she didn’t work, I earned money). She took the information normally and said that she had guessed. It became easier, then meetings were possible, she could, but I couldn’t always, either work or a reason to leave. But I was head over heels in love. She introduced me to my parents, her mother knew for sure that I was married, I don’t know about my father, maybe he knew too, then she introduced me to her older sister. Once she offered to stay the night, I say if I stay now, then forever, you understand. But she was studying and apparently she didn’t need it yet. One day during sex, the condom broke and I sinfully thought that if she gets pregnant, then we will definitely be together, but this did not happen. One day there was a conversation that her mother had a sad experience of meeting a married man, dynamite for 7 years and never got married and she was afraid of it. I would leave my wife any day, it would be somewhere, no matter how you look at it, it’s a foreign city and there’s no one there, and there’s also the fact that I don’t like sneaky communication either, but she wanted to hear and see me at any moment, and not when I can. In short, after this the meetings were less frequent, and the sex stopped. We didn’t see each other for about a month, and even when I wanted to meet, she couldn’t. As a result, I asked directly via SMS: Will I ever see you again? The answer was No. It’s fucked up, what was happening to me at that moment, this news also caught me at work, everything was falling out of my hands, my head was a mess. Searching for reasons other than the fact that I’m married, in short, one can almost say depression, although I don’t know that, thank God. I went to work so as not to think about it. 8 months without days off at two jobs still didn’t let me go. A year later I called her, I left 1 document with her for safekeeping, which needed to be picked up. We met, again a storm of emotions in my head, I tried not to show it, but you read us guys with a bang, maybe you noticed something, I don’t know, I didn’t ask anything. The phrase - I married my husband, cut like a hot knife. I took the document and left, and only 3 years later it healed. I divorced my wife, it was difficult at first, I lost my job suddenly and without any reason, I was simply fired. I rented a room, lived for a month on 34 rubles a day, that’s 2 buns and a liter of milk. Then another relationship began, he rented a separate apartment, he and his girlfriend started living together, then a child was born, everything went uphill. Now she’s been married for 17 years and everything is super, I don’t know how her fate turned out. Moscow is a big city, chance meetings are very rare, especially when you practically don’t travel by public transport, and everything is by car, and I’ve never been in its area during this time.

[Morpheus]

This is familiar to me... I myself have been in a similar situation more than once. It was really so bad that I didn’t want to live when I separated. But thank God time healed and allowed, although I still remember all my favorite girls with whom I first had a stormy romance, and then parting, by name, each of them, and about each of them I still have only warm feelings in my heart memories although many years have passed...