He said Todor wasn’t reliable. That he had no property. That he didn’t have a permanent job. That he wouldn’t make me happy.
And I was afraid.
Not of Todor.
Of disappointing everyone.
Georgi proposed.
He had a ring.
He had an apartment.
He had a job.
He had my family’s approval.
And I said yes.
Not because I didn’t love Todor.
But because I was too afraid to choose love over security.
Todor left.
He didn’t make a scene.
He didn’t beg me.
He simply said:
“If you ever decide you want a life instead of comfort, you’ll know where to find me.”
Then he left for the Rhodopes.
Three months later, I married Georgi.
My children always knew that part of the story.
They knew my marriage to their father was good.
And it was.
Georgi loved me in his own way.
