Maya and rigger, the love that inspires

What is love? The feeling that inspires or, conversely, to kill?

Or maybe it's just a four-letter word? Everyone will answer differently.

In my case, it was so ...

Two years ago, I met my future ex-husband. It all started with a random telephone messages. All though it could be called a fateful meeting in the old beautiful grandchildren to tell tales based, so to speak, on real events. But alas, it ended up a very predictable and sad.

So, as I have already mentioned above, two years ago, namely on August 31, 2011, I heard the phone call .  The display shows an unknown number .  I long to pick up the phone, but an incoming caller was persistent and I surrendered .  On the other end I heard a pleasant male voice, a pretty young .  That started me to explain in detail about a few days ago received a message .  After my brief resistance, I took the allegations and apologized for the inconvenience .  But my companion decided to continue the conversation and asked permission to call again .  I did not refuse .  And after about an hour, we chatted again .  This time, the conversation lasted all night .  I learned that my new friend named Sasha and he 31 years old, she had the Maya .  Sasha told me about his work rigger .  He said that he is now on board and even home can not yet come, so that the meeting, which I have proposed to postpone .  He also talked a lot about my childhood, adolescence .  And these stories were so touching, live .  I liked to listen to him .  I never tired of our conversations, for the most part I was silent .  Silent and listen .  And ten days later I heard the new information to which I, frankly, was subconsciously prepared .  Sasha was not on the ship he was serving a sentence in places not so distant .  And here it seems to be all the finals, but no, I have decided that nothing bad will happen .  In the end, he did not sit for the murder, and for fraud .  It happens to everyone, a man wanted money, overestimated his opportunities and thunder in jail .  And since then I feel that he is a good man .

Imperceptibly passed a month, two, three, four ... ... almost a year and 16 July 2012, we met. Achieve the meeting was not easy. Fixed not meeting, and a long goodbye. In short, we have passed easily. Arrived, I fill in the form and started to look at the cute behind glass. I remember all the prisoners from the bye in the robes were, and he was a citizen. I saw that someone wanted to see and was very happy about it. If not for one small school, Sasha insisted that I showed him a pass in which my name has been specified. I then felt very ashamed. The fact that I deceived him not imagine his name. We even because of this quarrel, Sasha chastised me for this lie, even were such phrases with his hand, that he no longer knows how to communicate with me, suddenly I will continue to deceive him. In the end we made it up, and I promised to continue to tell the truth.

I'm a little distracted to get on a long visit had to provide proof of cohabitation .  On the first agreed to help Sasha, I just came, took away, and then took him to the colony .  But that's the name of someone else standing there (fictitious) .  When I received it is not yet fully be aware that really want to go there .  And then my situation worsened slightly, and I seriously wanted to meet .  And there is no help .  Once Sasha said, .  that it is necessary to come to the head of the colony, and to talk to him .  In an audience with the chief could not get, on the appointed day I took his deputy .  Took quite rough, something I bleated softly under his breath, and he replied with obvious sarcasm with which they say why should we let all in a row, then AIDS will not deduce from the colony .  To say that I was not nice to say nothing .  And Mr. Vice happily told me the following, I am not the first to ask Sasha on a date before I went to him the other woman .

Naturally the evening I asked the logical question Sasha, who went to him and why he is hidden (because before he told me that he only visited his father and stepmother)? The answer surprised me: "None of your business! "At some point I saw your ideal Sasha in other colors and the picture I did not like .  But he quickly enough all flattened .  Convinced that my fear of unpredictable reactions .  I thought that I will stop with him afterwards to chat .  Well, then follow the best for women's hearing phrases .  I like to meet you, just forget about it, and indeed we had broken even earlier, before you came into my life .  Of course the truth sounds less advantageous: "I went to a woman, she was married, then came the law to married and I'm not allowed advertised on TV about finding a girl for marriage, and you fool kupilas" .  And probably if I heard this, our relationship would suffer wreck .  Oh, do not deceive me hard, I delude myself happy .  Women love the ears .  And I did not leave their attempts to get to three days on the other side of the fence .

I knew a lawyer, to whom I turned for help to get help. He did svёl with the district, who in turn took me to the coveted piece of confirmation before the conclusion of our cohabitation. And here already prepared, with the help, I again went to the chief IR №9, the proverbial nine. And the second time I took his deputy. Now he saw a different girl. I was shod our previous conversations, and in my hands was a document. So here I felt comfortable.

We were finally allowed to visit, the number of appointed, but not just so, with the words of Sasha we had to sign after the meeting.

Real stories of love in the life of our love Drama

That's probably also came to an end this story .. happy ending will not ... it's not a movie, it is life, and everything in life is much more difficult ....

How to name my story, the real story of the love of life? Maybe "The drama of my love," neet better .. "the drama of our love."

It all started when I was 14, we met him by accident ... on the Internet (what nonsense this virtual acquaintance ... you never know who I'm on the Internet talk I thought), he introduced Vova, I do not know why, but our relationship evolved so easy it seemed that we know 100 years ... I can not say that I'm serious about this correspondence, I lied that I was 16 years old, he was in fact 19 ... but he seems to treat them that way.

He wanted to meet with me, and often told me about this ... Well, I disagree because ... Well, I lied ... and at 16, I did not look. But what is right, that is inevitable .. we live in a city, small town, moreover, in the neighboring houses, he is the best friend of my cousin, and no matter how long I did not refuse to see, not to see it was not possible. Although it happened by accident.

In the evening, in a club where the time hanging out all the young people of our city, I met him, he was talking with my sister ... even though he knew right away that I was not 16, led himself like a true gentleman, we danced together, talking. With the end of the evening, and ended our relationship, both in real and virtual life, I knew what was happening, why a grown man, just so he looked in my view, a little girl. I do not worry ... I thought before. Joke, well, who does not happen.

As time went on, I was 15, I do not remember how but our communication was resumed, I often met him in the city, we were talking, communicating on the Internet, I even sometimes with her sister to visit him go. Gradually and completely invisible to me, I'm getting used to this man, I liked it, I liked to talk to him, he was not as all the other guys. However, he still remained as a grown man, and I was still the same girl.

I like him more and more .. reason for him to change .. I would be older, mature thinking, I started to dress differently to somehow attract the attention of an adult male. And I think I have it good ... communication via sister ... turned into something more, I could walk to it already is one, we were interested together, I remember how we had prepared the soup. I fell in love ... but it seems even then my fate had other plans.

In his life there was a girl he liked, he understood that our communion with him is not just so, so soon I did not even say I just saw them in the city together, they walked together. She was much older than me ... it's probably one of the main benefits of it. With the arrival of my friend's girl .. I learned something new about him, and about his character when he has a favorite, he forgets about all the friends ... and I was no exception to this rule. I was wildly disappointing, but what ... well, he did not promise me anything, and we did not have anything.

I continue to live their lives, sometimes saw him with it, sometimes goes to talk to his words I knew how much he loved her, for him, I became a little girl again ... Now I realize that I would be grateful to God, if then our ways parted forever ... life would not be turned over, there would be no pain, there would be a broken person ... because all these events have changed me radically ... is not for the better ...

15-year-old, energetic, cheerful, sociable girl lived his life ... when suddenly her adult friend broke up with his "princess." She threw him against their relations were her parents ... and probably herself ... And it seemed to me that's no concern to me is the impact should not ... but for some reason most of all hurt this is me, he called me and said he wanted to to see, I was happy, because I so loved this man (if it was the beginning of summer) .. and we saw we had a great three days, maybe four ... I went to visit him, we watched movies, we were cool together ... but then his "Favorite Girl" is back in his life, and he forgave her ... without thinking about how badly it goes with me, forget about me, as if I were a toy with which you can play and throw.

You know, I could not find a place, I was dying of this brutality, I do not understand how it could be ... it made me think about myself all the time, and he went out of my life ... without explanation .. What I tried to teach my life I did not understand ... but she obviously wanted tormented me ... just for that ??

Time passed, and again she left him and he called me again, and again I was glad, because I also suffered ... and he did not see the fault, and can see, but did not want to admit that things are not right ... it goes badly. Throughout the summer, they may be parted six times, and these times do not pass me by.

Probably by the end of the summer I was a different person ... because so many tears and resentment could not pass without leaving a trace has not yet formed personality. Yeah, maybe I'm stupid, that I wanted from an adult male? ... But he is not an idiot if I did not need him ... why did he call me, why not leave me, do not let me live in peace. A new school year, it was easier, at school, I forgot about all their problems .. But after school I came back again in this life. Where is he, she ... they problemy..i I ... do not know why .. but suffer from it more than others.

Black strip could be infinite, I came to an end my suffering began ... bright, happy band .. (at least so I thought). When they broke up again, or whether he changed his mind, or something else. He decided to break with the past, and to my great joy decided to be with me. He wrote me a nice sms at night, we walked in the evening, my first kiss with this man .. how happy I was ... not much time passed ... two weeks swept one day ... he had to go to Minsk in the session ... I missed him, he wrote, is also very bored, we were talking on the phone ... I was waiting for when he comes back ...

But one of the ill-fated days of my expectations ... I could not reach him ... going to the Internet, I came across a letter from my favorite ... This was the second step .. second attempt to suppress my personality. That letter was written something like "I'm sorry, we have to leave, do not misunderstand me, I was sick, she was there ... she looked, I could not help it." The letter was great ... but the point of all the proposals alone.

Perhaps it was too much ... to my understanding, I grabbed the phone and started to dial it, he picked up within an hour of our conversation was .. my monologue, I did not care for my pride ... I told him