Happy or not

Chapter 6

“Tell me.”

“He sighed. Better not.”

“I want to know” - I insisted.

“You won't believe my story.”

“Tell me”, I was persistent.

It is hard. There are so many ... - he hesitated.

The day is ahead of us. I'm listening, I said.

He closed his eyes and heard for a while, and then he looked at me, smiled and started.

“I was a guy full of strength and quite proud of the fact that, although young, I managed to break through abroad as a civil engineer. I made more money and started living life to the fullest. I went to sea. And that's where I met her. She danced at a beach party. She danced drunkenly and laughed so loudly that she overcame the music, and her body was most like the body of a wild cat. She tossed her long hair aware that all men were watching her. I noticed a guy trying to drag her to the parking lot, and I knew his intention to use her drunk. Something kept me from allowing it. I approached, pulling her in my arms, and when the drunken boys came at me, I told them calmly that she was my wife. They believed me and let me take her in my arms. She fell asleep as we reached my bedroom, and in the morning she was embarrassed and constantly apologized to me in bad English because she was from Germany. She said her name was Gabriela and that she had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, so she decided to get drunk and forget everything.

That's when it happened. We didn't leave the room for three days. We didn’t eat or drink, we just made love and talked. I freaked out. I was young and crazy, and she was handsome, lovely and smooth. I proposed to her when she said she was going home. She agreed. A month later I took her with me and we got married. Only the two of us appeared in front of the registry office with two of my friends, who were our witnesses at the wedding ...

I was happy for two years. She was a nurse and she took care of a rich old woman, and I did my job. There were no quarrels between us, except that I kept wondering how she never wanted to call her parents or visit them. She told me that their relationship was like that, a bit cold, as well as that she had everything with me, so she did not miss them.

And then, two years later, I happened to see her in the street when I went to see the construction site for which I was working on a project. She kissed a guy I didn't know and sat in the car with him. I went crazy and followed them, so I found her in a parking with her head in his lap. I pulled her out by the hair and thought I was going to kill her, but then I realized it wasn't worth it to end up in jail for a immoral…

 You didn't hit her, I asked in astonishment?

“I'm not. I got up, packed her things and left them in front of the door. From that moment on, my hell begins. After a short time I heard a scream in front of the door. When I opened them, she was lying in front of the threshold of the cut veins, and the neighbors were huddled around her. While they were carrying her to the ambulance, she repeated that she did it because of me, that it was my fault and that I threw her out on the street, and that she had nowhere to go because she was an orphan.

Neighbors weighed me, and the next day I was called to the police. I barely managed to explain to them that I was not guilty and that I had no idea that she was ready to raise her hand to herself. Then, I had to talk to the psychiatrists who advised me to be with her until she recovered mentally, because it is obvious that she cannot bear to leave her. Honestly, I was a little scared for my job, so I let her come back, but no longer as my wife, but as a person I have to endure until she is ready to leave peacefully. And that torture lasted for many years. And it still does – he said.

How come? – I asked.

How? – he repeated. As soon as I mention divorce, she threatens me that she will kill herself.  

On several occasions he found me with a knife in my hand and I was so terrified that I literally sucked. I wasn't sure if she was just scaring me or ready to cross the border and hurt me. I didn't want him to die. In the end, I decided to run away. I competed and got a job in Russia, I didn't intentionally mention it to her. I just decided to get as far away from her as possible. Seven months later she appeared to me with a baby in her arms. I was shocked because I knew that child was not mine. I hadn’t slept with her from the moment I found her with another man.

The next day, I reported her to the police, so it was established that she abducted the baby from the stroller in front of the supermarket. I had hoped to put her behind bars, but unfortunately they sent her to psychiatric clinics.

After a few months she reappeared in front of my door, this time trying to set my apartment on fire. Fortunately, I managed to prevent it. Then I sought police protection. Then I moved to France. That's when my mother died. When I arrived at the funeral, the first thing I saw was Gabriela sitting quietly and talking to my father. She stayed for a few days with me and I realized that I could not get rid of her. She even blackmailed me that she would hurt my dad if I left her. I had no choice but took her with me and lived together again. It was not important for me anymore.

It didn't matter to me anymore whether they would kill me or not until ... One day the police broke into our apartment. She was taken away on charges of selling drugs to minors at a nearby school. She was doing that with that guy I found her in the parking lot with. They arrested her.

She was supposed to be in jail for 10 years, but they told me that she would have another trial. Allegedly, that guy forced her to sell drugs. And now ..you can imagine my life”.