Greetings everyone! I read here, on the site, stories of abandoned girls who do not know what to do and decided to write my story. We had a "guest marriage" for 9 years. That means we spent weekends together. All 9 years it seemed to me that this is a person who is mentally close to me. We told each other everything everything, trusted each other a lot. I was probably more supportive of him than he was of me. But I felt emotionally supported by him too. When I got sick, he gave me injections and personally took me to the hospital for surgery. They operated on my spine for three hours. Then I was lying down for a long time, and I couldn't walk properly. He hasn't visited me in the hospital once since my surgery. Our mutual friends brought me food, but he was never there. As I found out later, he decided that I would remain an invalid. So he decided to leave me. When I called from the hospital and asked him to take me home by car, he said I could order a car myself. I couldn't believe he could do that.
My friends picked me up from the hospital. They were also shocked at what my boyfriend had done to me. I went home to my parents' house. A couple of days later, he (my boyfriend) called and asked for help with our work. I thought he'd come to his senses and helped by making calls. But I was wrong. It wasn't any better afterward. I couldn't sit or walk for a long time, I could only ride in the car lying down. I needed help. He wouldn't take me anywhere. He wouldn't help me with groceries. After a month I was able to walk to our house (near my parents). I happily called, letting him know I could walk a little and was standing outside the house. He refused to come out. I was in despair, I could not realize the betrayal. When my friend took me to the doctor, I shared with her that I was now abandoned. That I was without a man, and who needs someone like me, like an invalid, after the operation.
A friend said to me, "Well, meet someone." I loudly told her "I can't even sit in a cafe for a meeting! It hurts me to sit for more than 20 minutes." To which she yelled, "If you can't sit, lie down! Do something." I guess it was a sudden jolt that made me want to overcome my illness. I don't know why they had such an effect on me, they made me laugh for a long time. Then somehow I was able to meet a guy a day later who helped me with everything. He took me to all the doctors, outdoors, just around town, and it didn't bother him that I couldn't walk well. He didn't let me go through a long betrayal and helped me get back on my feet. To all those who have been abandoned, I want to say, there was a bad guy, you will have a good one.
