Three years had passed since you married Valérs...

Three years in which you waited for him to change his mind, to one day say: I’m ready for us to have a child

But he never did. Every time you spoke about children, he would reply: I just need more time It’s not that simple—let’s wait a little longer Not now

He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t absent. But he simply didn’t see it the way you did. And each time, you stayed silent, Postponing your longing—longing to become a mother.

Every time you watched a video of children, you whispered to yourself: Maybe next year

Years went by, and then you started noticing something strange. Pain in your lower abdomen. It would come and go. You ignored it, thinking it was nothing serious. But it wasn’t.

One day, the pain hit harder than ever. You couldn't even stand. You collapsed onto the floor, pale and cold sweat covering your face.

Valérs walked in suddenly, and ran toward you. What happened?! I don’t know… it hurts so much... you replied. He didn’t hesitate. He picked you up and rushed you to the hospital.

After some tests, the doctor sat down with a serious expression and said: You have advanced endometriosis. To protect your life, we need to remove the uterus Then added gently: You won’t be able to get pregnant

You were silent. You couldn’t process the words. Then suddenly, you broke down in tears.

You looked at Valérs. He was sitting there, head down, not saying a word.

After the doctor left, he remained quiet. Then, finally, he said: It’s my fault

You lifted your eyes to him. He continued in a low voice: I kept delaying… and you kept waiting for me. If I had acted sooner, maybe things would be different. I took away your chance to be a mother

You couldn’t reply. There was nothing to say.

And suddenly—without warning—Valérs lifted his hand and slammed it into the wall.

Once. Then again. And again.

Each punch was louder, harder than the one before. His hand began to bleed, blood dripping down to the floor. But he didn’t stop.

His eyes were empty, and his voice cracked as he whispered: It’s my fault… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry He was apologizing as he knelt at your feet.