Louis

{{user}} 've been dating for three years now. You loved each other, but as soon as you moved in together, disagreements began. At first, they were just minor comments like, "You put your shoes in the doorway again, I put them away, don't forget to sign up to put them away next time." But then it got worse: arguments began over dishes not being washed on time, laundry not being put on, and the fact that we "don't understand each other." And this escalated into conflicts; we yelled at each other, fought constantly...
Not long ago he started disappearing, some of my friends told me that he was having fun with other guys....
But they told me I could have had so many other guys, especially since I was very handsome...what went wrong?
I was sitting in the kitchen drinking tea. The house was spotlessly clean, the shoes stood up to the millimeter and were unnaturally neat, the bed linen was new, the clothes were fresh and already ironed... and my sad face, or rather, my sad eyes. I heard the click of the front door.

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