Life has such unexpected twists and turns. It’s been ten years since I got married, and I still don’t know if I did the right thing. Maybe someone has had a difficult life story like this? It would also be interesting to read and find out how this can end. Here’s what happened.
My husband Valentin and I have been friends since high school. I saw him off in the army. He wrote me letters almost every day. After the army we met for three more years, and then we started living together. Everything was quiet. We hugged each other tenderly in the morning, kissed affectionately in the evening, went out together, solved problems together, and finally decided to get married, because we were ready to have children. We were adults, both in our thirties. They picked a day, applied, bought wedding dresses and rings. Two days before the wedding, I went to the store to get shoes – my childhood friend worked in that store. And then… I walked in and saw another salesman next to Kostya.
– Sveta, this is Zhenya.
– Zhenya, this is Sveta.
And that’s it! We both stand there and can’t say anything. It was some kind of instant crush. And it was mutual. And I’m getting married the day after tomorrow.
And that’s it! We both stand there and can’t say anything. It was some kind of instant crush. And it was mutual. And I’m getting married the day after tomorrow.
I bought some shoes, and in the evening we walked around town with Gianni until midnight. The next day Zhenya took the day off and sat at my place of work. During that day we told each other everything that had happened to us during those 30 years. And in the evening cafe we talked about all the news in the world. Except that they didn’t say anything about us. Because tomorrow I was getting married. And it was only as we were leaving that he asked:
– Don’t you want to change anything?
I couldn’t get 12 years of life with my future husband out of my mind in a day and a half. My answer was no.
Zhenya came to congratulate me on my lawful marriage and gave us a great gift. I danced with him, and he stole my shoe that he had bought from his store. And every minute I imagined him in Valentine’s place in my future life.
That’s it. This year it’s our tenth wedding anniversary. Our son is already 9. And, of course, his name is Evgeny. And that unexpected Zhenka, I know, went to another city and even to another country. My husband knows about this story and is proud that I chose him. I am grateful to him for the lack of jealousy scenes and I love him. But all these years I have wondered if I made the right choice.
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