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I don’t know if this is a confession or not. Just last December, I got married. I married for love. Nadia and I dated for six months. We said tender words to each other, made plans, and on December 22 our wedding took place. The wedding was simply stunning. Both her and my parents had invested as much as they could. The restaurant and everything. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. And what wedding photos we got! I spent the whole January showing them to everyone I knew and admiring them all myself.

We lived normally from then on. A delicious dinner in the evening, breakfast to take to work in the morning. I came home:

– Hello, Sunshine. I missed you so much.

Winter passed and it got so warm in the middle of March that my wife and I, a small group of us, and my friend Dimon and his girlfriend went to my relatives’ place in the countryside.

Winter passed and it got so warm in the middle of March that my wife and I, a small group of us, and my friend Dimon and his girlfriend went to my relatives’ place in the countryside.

We arrived, settled down, my aunt Ira was fussing, setting the table. And where is my young, beautiful wife? Oh, here she is, disheveled. She said she went to the river, slipped and almost fell in the water. My poor Nadia.

Okay. We sat around, wandered around, roasted kebabs, sang songs by the fire. Let’s go to bed. We settled down at my aunt’s, wherever we could. Where’s Nadya? She went to the river again, it was already dark. I went to look for her – I found her quickly. My wife and Dmitry were sitting under the neighboring house on a bench and hugging. Well, of course, for 5 minutes she denied everything, and then says:

– I got to know Dima from all sides here. I love him and now I’m going to live with him.

I went into the woods after those words to calm down and not do anything terrible. In general, I do not want to describe any emotions. Nadia and I separated a month later, on April 20.

The worst thing is that Dima and Nadya live in the same house as me, and I often see them walking together out the window. My parents often remind me of the wedding. They were saving for their son to have everything first class and for a long time, but it came out to 3 months.

I’m 26 years old now. I don’t feel like going out with girls in a serious way.

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