Yesterday I spent the whole evening thinking about my assignment. I can’t say what exactly will happen in a year, but I want to suggest the development from parting to a year.
I often go to his house, I feel comfortable and good there. Sometimes, when I sit with him, I think that it will be quite difficult if I do not have the opportunity to be here again. Sometimes I think about the same when we fall asleep. At night, not the most pleasant thoughts about our parting constantly come. In general, all people disperse sooner or later, I think this is inevitable. At first, of course, it will be difficult for me, because I am too used to this way of life: in the evenings, cook dinner, spend time together, chat, have sex. In the morning, a joint breakfast, coffee. I understand perfectly well that most people probably have such a life and with another man I will do the same. I have a daughter. Due to the fact that I am stuck in this relationship, I devote little time to her. I want to spend more time with my young man, I often give my daughter to my grandmother to go to him. When we are not together, I can’t find a place for myself, I think about where he is and with whom, and therefore, again, I can’t distract myself from these thoughts and I devote little time to my daughter, even when we are with her. After parting with my young man, I think that my life, if not better, then no worse for sure. Having survived the breakup, having suffered and experienced a couple of months, I will get on my feet and look at life around. What's stopping me from doing it now? Dependence on him, on his mood, on his desire. Without him, I will become more independent, but I want to get rid of that by staying with him. I cherish the hope that he will invite me and my daughter to live with him, we will be together and I will not need to go to him every time and see him, leave the child to my grandmother. I will pay attention to other men. Now I do not do this, because again I am tied to it. The other day, another man confessed to me that he likes me and is very desirable for him, but it is strange for me that when I woke up in the morning, I felt guilty in front of my young man, as if I had cheated on him. I can't figure out where this feeling comes from. After a breakup, not much will really change. I will also wake up in the morning, take my daughter to kindergarten, go to work. Come home in the evening and cook dinner. Only now it's all without him. Nothing more to say.
When I was still thinking about this essay, last night, I was worried, a couple of times even tears rolled. In the morning, I perceived these thoughts much more calmly. While writing an essay, from time to time, I clenched my hands into fists and unclenched them. She fiddled with her lips, thinking how to write. Hands tremble slightly.