The man in a loophole

Hello, everyone! Today I have a new story for you inspired by two people that are really close to me. I can’t believe that I’ve got inspired by their situation. Hopefully, you guys will like it. It’s kind of sad to think that this type of things can happen in real life as well, but that’s life. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. On the other hand, my break ended and I am back in England. I am happy that I am back to Uni, but thinking about those damn exams. God… not in the mood for those. Can someone do something and get me out of those? I just want to write and I don’t want to study anything. Hahaha! Anyway, I hope you guys will like this article.

I have been in a loophole for the past 20 years… I used to wake up in the morning prepare my coffee and I would always prepare my wife’s coffee as well. When there was a beautiful spring morning, I used to go and Flowersbuy her flowers because I wanted to make her feel special. After 20 years of doing this every single day of my life, I met her. A powerful woman that turned heads when she was walking on the street. She was so graceful and at the same time, she was weak. When I saw her, I realized that it was for the first time I didn’t think of my wife, of the things I had to do for work or the things I had to buy for the house.

Let me paint this story for you from the very beginning. I met my wife when I was 16 years old. I saw her in the parking lot. Imagine how used I was talking to a woman because I had no hesitation in running after her. I asked her for her number. She trusted me because she gave it to me just after a few minutes of talking. I remember that I felt so important and interesting because she was a good-looking girl and I had her number. My thoughts back then were really simple: meet, conquer, fuck, leave behind. The things between me and my future wife went so different than the way I imagined. I fell in love. I fell so deeply in love and when I was 19 years old I asked her to be my wife. She said yes. Everyone thought I was crazy. Why would I want to marry at 19 years old? The answer is: I was madly in love.IMG_2838

Looking back on my decision, I don’t regret it but I am not happy with it either. I grew up with her, basically, we grew each other. I knew there were plenty of things that I wanted to change about my wife and I opened my eyes when I saw her. This other woman made me realize a couple of things. I was almost 40 years old and I didn’t have any children. I felt like my life that I lived was for nothing. Everyone around me was happy, I was a statue. Everyone had their life sorted out and my only true problem, daily, was: What suit am I wearing today? I didn’t realize these things before because I was blind and I was kind of sad that I saw this after 20 years of marriage.

When I saw her today, I was afraid. I was trying to understand why am I looking at another woman the way I used to look at my wife. I was afraid of the change and everything that it meant just by looking at that beautiful lady. She was way younger than me. That’s for sure. I was supposed to have adolescents or pre-teens by this age, but I kept looking at things that didn’t matter at the end of the day. I took my life into my own hands.

carI looked her in the eyes and I said to myself: Thank you! For what? I still have no idea. I want to develop but at the same time, I don’t want to lose anything that I have. This woman was just an illusion but she made me realize a couple of things. Right now, I am in my car, going back home to my wife. Can I look her in the eyes the same way as I looked at her before? I have no idea, but I am certain with one thing, I am not the man in the loophole anymore.

This is it, guys! I hope you enjoyed this article.

I will #seeyousoon!


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