Moment of excitement when meeting old people

(Baonghean.vn) – The following shares from NA, a reader sent to Nghe An Newspaper, are the very real feelings of someone who is tormented by stories of the past and present. In life, there are many people who have gone through such harsh challenges. We hope NA can overcome them.

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Life is full of hardships and challenges that even the toughest people find hard to overcome. I am not the type of person who is easygoing and I am not someone who lives by memories. I have thought a lot when writing these lines, just hoping to lighten my heart a little and be shared by everyone.

I met him 12 years ago. We met at my best friend's birthday party. The first time I saw him, a strange feeling arose in me. He is not a flashy person, nor is he a person who speaks sweet words like many men I have met.

He always exuded a calm and confident air. In that man, oh my, his smile and eyes were so steady. I also felt that not only me but many other young girls also lit up their hopes around him. I tried to suppress and hide my feelings because it seemed that the girl who was praised by everyone for being pretty and arrogant made me feel terribly hurt. But everything happened so unexpectedly, the following days he took the initiative to come find me and it seemed that we had found our other half in each other.

Loving him was the best thing I had ever experienced in my youth. I was not wrong about him, a man who lived calmly, responsibly and most importantly, devoted all his love to me. Picnics with just the two of us, winter nights on deserted beaches, and even when I was sick, he was always there, steady and trustworthy. We talked about weddings and children, about a peaceful home in the middle of a crowded city.

But all was swept away by life in just one night. That fateful night, on my phone appeared a short text message: "Arrived at *** Hotel, T was too drunk, room 503". In fact, the process of our love was not without jealousy from many people, and there were many people who intentionally destroyed our happiness. But on a cold rainy night, without him by my side, I picked up the phone to call him.

I called dozens of times but the phone was completely unreachable. I wished I hadn’t gone to that damn hotel, wished I hadn’t gotten that message. At 11pm, I knocked on the door of room 503 and a woman in her 40s opened the door. She was wearing a towel around her waist. And I almost collapsed when I saw him lying naked on the bed. My man, eyes closed and seemingly breathing contentedly. I ran out into the street and the love story, the dream vanished like a whirlwind.

My pride was burning, I tried to avoid him in every way, even when he stood under the porch all night. I did not read the messages he sent me. I cried every night, even thought of suicide. My belief in life was shattered, my love for him was now only bitterness. My mother told me to listen to his explanation at least once, but all of that could not change me. I asked for a job transfer and did not want to keep any memories of that unfaithful man.

3 years later I got married. My husband is a construction engineer. He lives simply and loves his wife very much. We have 2 children together, 1 boy and 1 girl. Sometimes I think about my “ex” but life pulls me out of sad memories. It was not until my daughter turned 1 year old that one of the girlfriends who came to her first birthday party told me: All the things that happened to me and my “ex” were directed by “H.”

Because at that time he was the Chief of Office and often had to receive guests, and one time his office signed a contract and had a meeting with company H, she tried to get him drunk, even flirting with his boss so that he asked him to drink "enthusiastically" to the point of getting drunk. And it was also H who hired someone to stage the scene at the hotel.

I was bitter and hurt for months. I had never felt so guilty. My husband vaguely understood what I was going through. But he never mentioned my past. He was still attentive to his wife and children, wiping away my tears every time I woke up. I loved him so much. He single-handedly built the house, bought the car, and devoted his love to his wife and children.

I thought that life was perfect. But no one can control their own destiny. Me too. Nearly a month ago, my agency sent me on a trip to the UK. My colleagues and I would have had a wonderful trip to the country with the Big Ben clock tower if I hadn't "fallen in love" when I met that person again.

On the double-decker bus, in the middle of splendid London, I almost stood still when I saw him. Still the same face, the same eyes, the same beard, although the dust of time and fatigue had accumulated on that figure, it was still him. We stared at each other, not realizing how many seconds had passed in that fateful moment.

I burst into tears, and he also shed tears. I ran to him and felt so sorry for that man. Oh my God! That same hand was gently stroking my hair, touching my shoulder that was no longer round. We didn’t know what to say to each other. I really wanted to apologize, but he just said softly: “I understand. Don’t!”

The following days in the UK, he came to find me and took me on a tour of this foggy country. He didn't say anything, but I knew that since we broke up, he quit his job and applied for a scholarship abroad. After finishing his PhD, he didn't return home. And he never loved or married anyone. I tried to fill his wounds by talking and joking so that he could find joy somewhere. I also visited his place of residence, which was a small, tidy but cold room.

The warmest thing I saw on his desk was the photo we took when we went to the beach in winter. Why did you do this, T? Why did you torture yourself for so many months? Not only did you make yourself suffer, but you also cut another wound in my heart. During those days abroad, you never told me that your love for me was still intact, and you didn't even try to keep me for yourself.

Through each look and gesture of his, I felt pain. We had given each other everything we had lost and abandoned for 12 years. I was so happy, but I didn’t know how to make up for the losses he had gone through. I also knew that whenever I needed him, he would be there to protect me without any conditions. He didn’t ask me to promise anything and didn’t expect anything in return, he just said: “Whenever you need me, just call me. I’m always here and want to see you happy.”

Now I have returned to my country and am living in the torment that I thought I had forgotten for many years. Sometimes I want to escape, sometimes I want to bury it all. My ex is making me feel restless. Many nights, holding my husband's hand, I keep thinking I am holding his hand...

What should I do now. Please give me some advice?.

NA

*Title by Nghe An Newspaper