new morning, new day. - Page 3

I have not heard anything about him. I was not interested. when I came to visit my parents, I didn't leave the house, so nobody even saw me when I was there. it rarely happened, but again I was like some culprit hiding so he wouldn't be caught.

and so I decided to leave early in the morning to avoid the traffic jam. I packed what I needed and got into my car. I have to say that I bought a car that suited me as if it was made to measure for me. The little SMART was all I needed. I could park wherever I wanted and everything was great. And I headed home. As strange as it sounds now. I headed home and it still felt strange. My heart fluttered as if I was excited about it. What nonsense. A feeling of happiness came over me. I missed my parents because I hadn't seen them for a few months, but I've always gone away for a few months.

the traffic jam was already big because everyone was going somewhere for the weekend. I headed towards the exit of the city and then I headed towards my city. I have to mention that, like everyone else, I also forgot to fill up with fuel. I thought I had enough until my city. I was wrong though. somewhere halfway I had to stop because I ran out of gas. So I found myself in an area where there were neither houses nor pumps. I had to do something. as per good custom, not a single vehicle came by. and then I called my father to tell him that I ran out of fuel and if he could call someone to bring me fuel. My father first laughed at my stupidity and then told me to be patient because he would try to get someone to help me. I got into the car because I didn't like being on the street. I waited for more than two hours when a big jeep appeared.

A familiar face emerged from it. My husband. Marko was approaching my car and just looked at me and said open the hood so I can fill you with fuel. neither good morning nor hello. I got out of the car and opened the hood. I got back in the car again because I didn't know how to behave. Marko poured fuel from the canister and when he finished, he just picked up the canister and went to his jeep. he left without saying goodbye. it would not be clear what just happened. as if I were a stranger, that's how he behaved.

He left as if I hadn't even seen him and I was looking at him closely. He was beautiful. I somehow had the feeling that his shoulders had expanded as if he had grown. Although that wasn't possible, I had that feeling. His thick hair was still naughty because it was a fortress. His hands, oh my, were so strong. His whole figure exuded a certain security and power. It wouldn't matter if I saw him. I started the car and continued on. Marko had long since left and I lost sight of him. I called my dad who apologized and told me that only Marko was free. He didn't mean anything bad when he went to the gas station to fill up with gas. He ran into Marko and told him that I had run out of gas and that he had come to ask his friend who owns the gas station to come and get me some gas. Marko said he would do it and that's what happened.

a strange feeling in my stomach. i wanted to stop the car and turn around and go back to my house but i convinced myself that it had to happen sometime. i had to meet him. and maybe it's better this way. i saw him now too, god willing. i entered the city and very quickly forgot that i had met marko because when i arrived in front of my parents' house a big jeep was parked in front and he was looking straight at me from it. marko was here in front of the house now. i had to stop. my smart is so small that one of its wheels looked like my whole car. ugh what weakness on my part, and his power is great. he looked at me and just said - get in my car. i got out with a suspicious look and already i said angrily. marko, i came to visit my parents and i have no intention of seeing you and please move the car away from here so i can park my car.

you call that toy a car he laughed out loud. and that made me angry. listen, I need a car, not to impress anyone. that's why I'm asking you once again to get out of the way because I parked incorrectly.

ooo, so you also pay attention to parking, I'm glad to hear that. then, when you are such a conscientious citizen, you could explain to me how one sets off on the road without checking the fuel, or if people in your town don't do that, but wait for someone to come to their aid. some people are strange. here it is known what you are asking for help for, not for irresponsible people like you, help is waiting. kudos to you for becoming a responsible person in that world of yours.

I listened to what he was saying but I couldn't resist him. He was telling the truth but I just couldn't understand that he, Marko, was now giving me a lesson about responsibility. And when he mentioned my world to me, I had to react. I am very responsible in my world and I would never ask someone to have an abortion and behave like that when they lose a baby. I am sorry I ever met you. Get away now because I am not sure what I will do next. Get away, you guys. I was already starting to get hysterical and scream so loudly that my parents came out of the house and managed to get me in the house. I shouted at the top of my voice that I am a responsible person but some people didn't deserve my time to waste on them. And someone to tell me that I am an irresponsible person. In addition to everything I have been through and experienced, he, Marko, criticizes me.

You, I shouted, you are irresponsible, how many times have I sent you a divorce petition to sign and you pretend to be smart and haven't signed it yet. Do you know that I also have a life and that maybe I want to get married again but because of your irresponsibility I can't do anything. You're talking to me about irresponsibility. What kind of man are you? Go, go away from here so that my eyes never see you again. God forgive me but I don't want my name to be associated with him anymore. Go away. And so I shouted and didn't even pay attention to the people who were gathering and looking as if they had gone to a play. I entered the house and immediately went to my still room and threw myself on the bed and cried for a long time. a.

His words hurt me so much that I'm irresponsible. aa him, what is he. He probably still works all day today for some small change. I never want to see him again. Mom entered the room and sat on the bed and quietly took my hand. Sorry little one, it was still a mistake that he offered to help you. I stopped crying and hugged mom. Mom, I'm not irresponsible, but these days I was torn with everything that was happening and I know I should have checked, but I simply forgot. but he, let him criticize me. I can't allow that.