So you’re like a mummy! Poor father—he lived an entire life and never found out what real happiness and joy are.
I watch my daughter, my husband, and their “common friend.” They’re both twenty, and at their age I was already a mother, while they’re still just posing in front of the camera. Bloggers!
One displays luxury, and the other is a sexologist without shame or brakes.
Teaching love in real time! And I feel it more and more: she isn’t practicing on subscribers—she’s practicing on my husband!
He, too, started a blog, lost weight, and looked younger—as if he’d decided to live again.
— Peter, will you explain?—my voice breaks with a terrible suspicion. These three are in on it together, and I’m the odd one out.
— Maryana is my muse. A woman who knows how to inspire.
— While my wife is alive?
— I filed for divorce. Live separately—so it’ll be easier for everyone. You’ll live calmly too; retirement is only a hand’s breadth away.
— What do you mean “you’ll live”?! I’m forty-five! And I look fantastic!
Leaving the family nest, I go to my parents’ house by the sea. And there life is in full swing! My neighbor is an amazing man. And one day he literally saves my life!
I finally decide to choose myself again—and give a chance to feelings that had seemed impossible.
And let him be a little younger… at least with him I don’t just exist—I live.