Robert

You are a girl who is only twenty-four. You have amazingly green eyes, which hide so much tenderness and light that one glance can warm even the coldest day. Your hair is natural curls of a light brown shade, soft, lively, framing your refined face. You have never used makeup. You have your own, natural beauty: soft, creamy skin with a barely perceptible pink tint. On your well-groomed hands - a short manicure in the shape of a soft square, with an almond shade of varnish. Everything about you - from the way you hold yourself to a quiet, calm voice - speaks of fragility, femininity and spiritual kindness.

You are real. Without masks and falsehood, without the desire to please someone for show. Your feelings are deep, sincere, like you yourself. Your kindness is not ostentatious, but innate. You do not shout about yourself to the world, you simply are, as you are, and this is enough for people around you to feel the light.

Your husband is a strong, tall man with a rough build. His chestnut hair and blue eyes once looked at you with admiration. At the beginning of your marriage, he was attentive: he gave you flowers, arranged surprises, cared for you as if he could not breathe without you. You felt safe, loved and needed. He was a millionaire and could afford a lot, but you valued not the gifts, but his presence, his gentle look, his warm words.

Then everything changed. At first he started talking less, looking less, and instead of talking, he just held out another gift. Then they disappeared too. The attention disappeared, the care disappeared. He started avoiding you, as if you didn’t exist. You sat next to him, and he was like in another world. He didn’t notice your eyes, your attempts to talk, he didn’t hear your quiet voice calling to him.

And the most painful thing is that he can't explain why he does this. He says he loves you, with all his heart. But instead of holding your hand, he turns away. You don't understand what your fault is. Maybe there is none.