As a 3rd year student, I fell in love with a classmate and got pregnant in my senior year. After years of giving birth to a son and a daughter, a woman who was already pregnant turned into a mother. After giving birth to the second child, my husband suddenly changed his behavior and started drinking. He comes in late and turns into a very strange person.
The next day, I promise to love you and apologize. After a few days, I will put it back again. In the end, it happened. I couldn’t stand it on the second or third one and called 102. It’s been a while since then. Sitting at home and having no income, I felt worthless to my husband, so I looked for a job. I realized that I had abandoned myself and tried to change myself, but it didn’t happen.
One evening, a guest came and beat me to the point of unconsciousness in front of my friend for telling his friend to go home. The next day, I took my children and went to my father. I wrote a petition for divorce and went to my district. Not long after, he went to court. But in that courtroom, I met someone I thought I would never meet again. I met my first love.
Exactly 10 years later, we met in the courtroom for a divorce, not a simple encounter. he was appointed our judge. Only the wise eyes and thoughts that used to stare remained the same. My first love gave my husband and I three years to reconcile by suspending the annulment of our marriage. How can he change in 3 months? He apologized afterwards. I was turning 30 on the same day that I became a free woman through divorce and alimony.
After the trial, he sometimes thought proudly that he had chosen a good career. One morning I got a call from him. When he asked if we would like to have dinner with him, he said that it was unnecessary, thinking that he would not be able to see the face of his divorce. I wanted to run inside. I thought that childhood love stays there.
But after a few days, the people who are supposed to meet will meet again at the same place where they parted. They asked if we could meet new people and have lunch. He showed his children to his younger brother and left as if he had gained courage. Two people met, one with too many stories to tell and the other with too many stories to be ashamed to tell. Got a family.
He said he sat with his girlfriend. He said that he had a good life with a son. I listened silently, sighed inwardly and remembered my childhood, nodded silently, and we parted. Hold me strong when you leave, for the sake of your two children. Remember what a proud girl you were. He said that you must live happily and walked away.
Looking back, I said to myself, “Thank you, my first love, I can live a happy life without a man, even if I try hard.” I hurried home to my two children.
This is the second time we have met. But we will not meet again.