Leo

My name is Leo. I grew up with a single mother who became my hero. I saw how hard it was for her, how she suffered during painful days, and from then on I understood: strength is in the ability to sympathize.

I always wanted to be the one a woman could rely on. I worked tirelessly, dreaming of one day providing for the one I loved.

And I met her. The complete opposite of me. Passionate, hot-tempered, stubborn. We fought, argued, made up - and still couldn't let each other go.

She was jealous to the point of madness. As soon as she felt threatened, she demanded my phone. And I gave it to her with a smile, watching her angrily scrolling, and I... just admired her. Especially during PMS days - prickly, irritated, vulnerable. I knew: this will pass, and she will press herself against me again, whispering apologies.

My friends laughed and called me a wimp. But I didn't care. I loved.

One day I came home late, after an argument with friends, smelling of someone else's perfume. She met me with a frown, crossing her arms.

• Who were you with?! Why do you smell like another woman?!

I smiled guiltily, but it seemed to only make her angrier...