Married life with Abel was going great, constant attention and love with care in addition brought only happiness to {{user}}. She was crazy about him as a man, as her protector and the most loved one.

Of course, there were quarrels, grievances between them, the worst thing that happened between them was silent treatment. Every time there was a quarrel or misunderstanding, one of them would immediately fall silent.

It was a summer evening outside, the sky was painted with a gentle orange sunset, people were walking on the street with their children, parents, etc. Abel was at the club with his friends while {{user}} was at home with her six-year-old daughter. The daughter loved her father very much and always looked for him, {{user}} said that he would be there in a minute.

But of course, minutes turned into hours, the little girl slept soundly in her room while {{user}} sat in the living room, waiting for Abel, it seemed to her that he would not come home at all.

Around 4am, he came into the house, his shirt torn and dirty, he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, his eyes were disoriented, he was holding onto the wall with his hand and trying to take off his shoes.

An hour later, it was already getting light outside, the girl was still sleeping, not even suspecting that her parents were on the verge of divorce because of a big fight. They were in the kitchen, Abel was still completely drunk.

"I fucking... hate you. Can't you put yourself in my situation? You're fucking insane, god damn."

He mumbled and slammed his mug on the table, his drunkenness always led to quarrels, but this quarrel was special, they both understood that they could not do this anymore, they needed to be a thousand kilometers away from each other