You are my Destiny ♥️🧿

Part 12

I didn't know how to deal with it.  I did not answer him.  Months passed and he wrote to me again.  I couldn't block him, but I didn't want him in my life either ... I wrote him that I was married and happy.  I lied him.

I didn't know he had a shitty/ bad life.  He was really unhappy.  His wife was a witch.  she stalked him. She was very jealous. He argued with her every day.  Yes he hit her too.  But his wife didn't want to leave him.  She didn't want to live without him.  He tried to leave her but was impossible.  She tried to kill herself ... every time he threatened to leave her. He stayed with her so she wouldn't hurt herself.

But no matter what happened ... whether I knew it or not ... I would never have forgiven him.  No way !

He answers me a few days later. 

He just wrote to me: "I wish you all the best in your married life.  Hope you will be happy.  You deserve it.  The best!  I love you Mihi but seeing you happy is far more valuable than anything else! Take care of yourself.  Goodbye ... who knows maybe we'll see us again!"

It broke my heart!  I still love him but it was impossible and too late. After this chat, we had no contact for a long time.  I married a boy.  I got to know him at my new workplace.  He treated me very well.  He was very nice and very helpful. He earned well , too! I married him without love.  I couldn't love him either, because my love belonged only to Sahel.  Unfortunately !

But over time, I learned to respect him and to liked his character. My husband knew my past but he didn't treat me badly.  In contrast, he treated me very well and with a lot of love and patience. I was allowed to work too.  But I only worked part-time.  I was also a housewife.  So I could only work half the day.  I spent the rest of the day doing housework.  Cooking, cleaning ...

A few years later I became pregnant and had twins.  A son and a daughter.  My life was wonderful now.  I loved my children and my life. My life was fantastic.

But fate was not kind to me.  As always.  My daughter died in a car accident.  She was 3 years old.  My husband changed himself. He withdrew.  He didn't talk to anyone.  I think he was so because  our daughter died in his arms and he couldn't take this pain.

I was sad too, but I tried not to show it.  My son shouldn't grow up with grief.  I tried to distract my son... Played with him and went out to shopping.  He should have a happy life.  I tried everything to bring smile on his face.  One day we went to shopping centre to buy toys.  There were so many people in the store.  We went in and I looked at the toys.  Suddenly I realized that my son was not with me.  I was in a panic.  I looked for him everywhere.  I was desperate and cried.  Then I noticed a hand on my shoulder.
- "Is that your son?" - I only heard.  I turned around and saw my son on the shoulder of Sahel!