17/09/2022
GALINA, eighty-seven YEARS OLD We had a beautiful marriage, two children, but over time, my husband began to move away from me. He retired early, traveled a lot by himself, and generally spent time without me. I didn't attach much importance to it. After he left me, and a year later he invited me to dinner, during which he said that I was frigid, which infuriated me. Later, he ended up in a clinic - he was undergoing some kind of minor operation, and I came to visit him. He had not yet completely recovered from anesthesia and suddenly confessed: “I have something to tell you. I'm gay". I burst out laughing at the 1st moment: “Are we on a soap opera?” It turned out that he had a lover, whom he ditched in order to marry me, after he was a Catholic. But he never cheated on me while we were married. At first I was shocked, After I refused to believe in it. It took some time before I was able to accept reality. After this, you start asking yourself: “What does this mean? Was I unsatisfactory sexual? Didn't know how to make love right? Then such thoughts come: “If my life has become part of someone else’s forgery, then who am I?” All my ideas about myself were overturned. It is clear that for him our marriage was a kind of prison. Once he told me: “I can’t live like this anymore,” I replied: “Yes, of course you can!” The next day he committed su***de. Couldn't take it anymore. He was a delightful man, and I grieved needlessly. I think he struggled with depression for years because he could not be himself all his life.
