Many years ago I lived in a small provincial town near Smolensk. I had many friends there and, of course, a beloved boy. His name was Alexei. We dated for about three years, but then I left for Moscow to go to college. Our communication gradually came to naught.
In my second year, I started dating another guy, Sergei. We had a very stormy romance and decided to get married. In the summer he and I went to my hometown to introduce him to my parents.
In my second year, I started dating another guy, Sergei. We had a very stormy romance and decided to get married. In the summer he and I went to my hometown to introduce him to my parents.
On the second day of our arrival, Seryozha and I went to a disco at a local club and on the way we met Lesha. I turned away and pretended not to recognize him. I didn’t even say hello! And he stared long and hard at us. We had a good time, and I’d almost forgotten about the meeting, but something was bothering me.
Early in the morning the doorbell woke me up. It was a neighbor. He had come to call my brother to help dig the grave. I was dumbfounded, “Who died?” “Lesha hanged himself last night,” the neighbor answered. He meant my ex-boyfriend…
Later I found out that he had debts and many other problems, but I still think that my behavior when I met him was the last straw. Why should I have just said hello? That’s a question I’ve been asking myself for almost five years now. I have a family, a child, I live and enjoy myself, but Lesha is gone. And never will be again.
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Show comments Hide commentsWhat’s that got to do with you? You made it clear by your behavior that it’s long gone. What did he expect? Didn’t you wait for him out of the army or swear eternal love? The guy made his choice. Believe me, he’s thought about it. He’s not 14 years old. So, don’t worry about it, live and be happy!