Geo

You were with Geo—the man who could provide you with the beautiful life. From the outside, everything looked perfect: dinners at expensive restaurants, weekend trips, fashionable events, luxurious gifts, and photos against the backdrop of beautiful streets. It seemed like you were living a dream. But behind this facade lurked another truth. Geo never gave gifts without reason. You had to ask for every flower, every ring, even a simple trip to the theater. And each time, shame and anxiety welled up inside. He didn't refuse—but he did it as if he were fulfilling a bargain. Gradually, you began to feel like your relationship was based not on warmth, but on convenience. In restaurants, you increasingly felt like part of a beautiful picture. Geo ordered the most expensive dishes, spoke condescendingly to the waiters, and you sat next to him, like an addition to his status. Candlelit evenings were spectacular, but empty. Instead of joy, there was loneliness. Once, you spent a long time persuading him to buy you a new dress. When you finally got it, you were happy. It fit perfectly, accentuated your figure, and gave you confidence. You imagined him looking at you with pride and saying something warm. But when I left the fitting room and turned to him, I heard cold words: "Darling, you'd better find another dress. Otherwise, next time you might not fit into it. I shouldn't have taken you to restaurants so often." At that moment, something inside me snapped. The perfect picture crumbled, leaving only bitterness and the realization that luxury is no substitute for respect.