How are you? Greetings to the readers of the site. I am a 19-year-old student. But the ordinary me met with an unusual love. Love itself is a sacred thing, but for me, it seems like it turns into something like this.
A year ago, I moved from the countryside to the city and decided to live with my relative’s sister. A girl with ruddy cheeks from the countryside came here and didn’t have anyone to recognize, so at first she just spent time studying.
They are girls and boys who are polite on the surface, but behind the scenes they are very arrogant. Sometimes I write poems when I’m alone and when I’m sad.
But I was very happy that my husband and her husband treated me very well. Since my sister is very elegant and fashionable, she used to wear some of her clothes for me, and once a month she would go shopping and take her to the doctor.
On top of that, it has spread to half of my tuition fees. A woman like God. But I am a person who has turned away from God.
I don’t know whether that day is happy or sad. I was gone for several days on my mission. Since they don’t have children, my brother-in-law and I stayed at their house.
Since I left late, I came early, cooked and ate, then went to my room and fell asleep. I don’t even talk to my brother-in-law.
But when I was sleeping at night, my brother-in-law woke me up and told me to get up and talk to my brother. I was a sleepy animal in my sleep clothes and entered the big room without thinking about anything.
The brother-in-law told me that his brother was upset when he gave me the name. My brother was a little sorry. And he gave me his whole life. He explained to me that he is not compatible with his sister and that he can’t find a child even if he wants to.
I was also fulfilling the role of a good listener. Then my brother-in-law hugged me, slowly approached me and kissed me on the lips. I couldn’t resist for some reason. My body was just weak.
It felt strange, as if my hands were not moving, I could not think of anything, my head was empty, and I was taken to another world. He should have just stopped. But I couldn’t. To tell the truth, I don’t want to die. That night I slept with my brother. This is probably the most terrifying and wonderful truth.
I don’t know how many times this happened. My husband has a lot of work, so he goes on business trips two or three times a month. At the same time, I spent the night with my brother in the same country.
This situation has been going on for almost 6 years. My brother thought he was in love with me. It seems that I am still in love with him. If I don’t see his face even for a minute, I’ll get sick.
No matter how difficult it is to look at my husband’s face, I know what is wrong with him, but living without him is even more difficult for me. What should I do? Please forgive me.