Hello there! Today Julia tell her interesting story. "I am myself from a mega-city with a 10-million population. I live with my 'rents in a usual residential area. I have a common look. Well, I don't stand out. I am natural blonde, I'm fond of yoga and design. A typical girl, let's say. And I lead a casual life - college, part-time job, hanging out with friends at the weekends and on holidays. There's no place for mysticism in all the 50 shades of my daily routine. However, all this jazz is not only for freaks. I myself have gone through something like that.
It all started in high school. I met a boy who, by the way, was 2 years older than me. We made friends. We walked together but didn't plan anything important. But at the same time, we didn't want to break up - we were both happy. I sometimes stared at the wedding rings (out of pure curiosity). He promised to arrange everything but a bit later. Maybe I loved him a little, but most of all, I loved my friends envying me. I had almost a major boyfriend with a car.
We'd been dating for three months. And there, I found out that he'd been dating not only with me. However, it turned out by accident. I don't have a habit of watching someone's phone but he threw it next to me and went out. And there was an intimate SMS. Of course, I saw it on display.
He didn't even want to excuse himself, although he apologized a lot. He said there wasn't anything serious. They just chatted a couple of times. But I left him. Because of my teenage maximalism, of course. I was wondering, and I watched her profile and remembered her photos. I wasn't going to revenge, just in case.
A month later, I met another guy. We were also dating, and even started living together. He had his own flat. Our relatives started hinting about the wedding and grandchildren. We took a closer look at each other and began to plan a beautiful wedding ceremony, with a dress and a photographer, of course. The wedding date was fixed in three months, for us to check each other.
I got used to thinking myself as a married woman. But, right the day before marriage, one of my friends showed me a video. Though it had an awful quality, I recognized my future husband. I was stunned as I also recognized the girl with whom he was so passionately kissing. I didn't want to sort the things out. I just left. I wasn't shocked not because of his betrayal, but because of the girl who had stolen my first boyfriend.
The next three relationships were broken the same way. This thing got really mysterious. I did a research and I found out about this girl everything I could. The thing is she lives at the other side of the city. We don't have any common friends. And in theory, we’d never met each other! We like different things, our tastes differ. She is brown, slightly plumpish. However, we're both the same age - we were 18 that time. That's all. If it wasn't for the two-timing, I wouldn't have known about her existence!
I chose my next boyfriend so that he couldn’t have ever met her. It wasn't tricky. I could just walk around the apartment-block. We had a student from another city who lived on the second floor. He was a good guy. He didn't go anywhere except college. Though I prefer active men, I wouldn't be interested in him. But I had to do an experiment.
So, we started dating. To be exact, we sat on the bench by the apartment block and hold each other's hands. I didn't allow him more. And he didn't have any money to go out. I didn't believe my eyes when I saw my new boyfriend lead that girl to his apartment! I was so shocked, I wanted either to shot myself or get to know her better. I preferred to lock myself at home.
I got hysterical. But he told me a really unusual story. Recently, his professor had asked him to deliver some documents to her address. Of course, they met. She slipped her foot, and, as a true knight, he helped her. Then, they started texting to each other. And here’s the result.
I'm not a believer, still I prayed. Then, I checked whether she was spying on me. She wasn't spying. She didn't even know about my existence. Of course, I had to break up with my boyfriend.
When I turned 20, I met Michael. We met in the street just by chance. Like in a Bulgakov's story - love overtook us like a killer. Or something like that. But, we caught each other's eyes. Then, we couldn’t live with each other. First, I was worried because SHE could appear, and everything'd be spoilt. I thought if I lost Michael, I wouldn't be able to live. But, no! We married, I got pregnant, and we bought our own house. We've been living in a perfect harmony for two years".
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