My name is Susan. When I met David, I was 16 years old, but Even then I realized that I was in love with him to my fingertips. At that time he was nine years older than me. In all propriety, on my birthday, when I finally turned the cherished age of eighteen, he proposed. He got down on one knee and put a beautiful …and put a beautiful gold ring on my finger. I, of course, said yes, as I had been waiting for my coming of age solely because of this. We decided to play a wedding six months later.
I would like to say right away that his parents are far from admiration. Thank you at least that they as intelligent people did not burden with their opinions and didn’t tell me anything. And even now, years later, it confuses me deeply.
And on top of that, it turns out that my David is a very jealous guy. He could easily flare up and start asking me about my relationships with other with other males. Because of this I spent a lot of sleepless nights. The jealousy scandals were devastating.
And then one day, when I graduated from college, the question of going to to an institute. You know, new school, new acquaintances, new activities together. It was a good thing that I was lucky enough to be in college… I had an exclusively female class. But now he’s getting a little…
nervous.
With each passing day, his attitude towards my studies was becoming more and more like a barefoot walk on broken glass. And at the wedding, it all came down to to statements like, “I don’t understand why you want to go to college. I mean, a woman should look after the family home, not to build a brain, then and then she might even want to manage her husband.
And the time was approaching a solemn date, so we are on time, observing all the formalities, filed a complaint at the registry office. We decided to make a celebration usual, to bring quietly dinners of eternal love, not forgetting to thoroughly reinforce them with vows of eternal devotion, and at the end of the sacrament, to sit in a cozy circle of parents and close friends.
We hastened to notify them well in advance. This is where it all started. All the two months leading up to the wedding have become for me another test. At moments it seemed that his regular outbursts of jealousy he drove me to insanity.
He crossed all sorts of boundaries (if there were any), began to forbid me communication with close people and friends. Every night that was full of every night full of arguments and scolding made me think more and more. About a week and a half before the wedding, I finally decided that the once coveted stamp in my passport would be nothing more than a ticket to the land of bitterness and of disappointment.
After weighing the pros and cons, I decided to separate. Don’t think it was easy. For all the time we had been together, I had grown terribly attached to him. But as hard as it was, breaking up was… is the only way out.
Regardless of my feelings for this man, I couldn’t afford to ruin my career, lose my friends and ruin my relationship with my loved ones. And finally I would like to say, dear girls, women, at the first at the first sign of aggression and intrusion on your personal space, run, run.
