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My husband and his sisters were forced to leave me at home and 300 km from home. I didn't go back. Of course, that was his last word before he went to the gas station and disappeared. I stayed in a gas station in the middle of the middle of nowhere. The sisters ran into the car behind the door. I stood there, stood there, Henry and Potmonee in the hand and sat behind her back like they were in the evening. We were driving from Köln to Köln for the wedding. Two sisters and I were supposed to be a summer trip. That's how he bought it for me. But I noticed that I didn't vote for it. The three children, as children, I didn't see them. I asked them, "This is only family in Kramschatz." His sisters went crazy about it. How did they get in the tank for about an hour? I picked up a coffee, came out, the car was leaving. All of them sat in it, saying to me, "I'm going to the port." "I'm going to the port." I said, "I'm going to the port." But the window turned upside down. Actually, you should learn to come alone. His sisters laughed loudly. "You're standing on him." I said, "You're going to the other." I laughed with him, thought it was fun. But then he got into my room. Our apartment room. My car stood at home. Without a further word, he got gas. I stayed back. No wine, no panic, just reading. I drove straight to the mailbox. His sisters blocked. I knew that was planned. No spontaneer was planned. No bags, no bags, no toys. No hair, no hair and this stupid feeling. I knew him for nine years. "Bower, worker." I was happy. I thought. My sisters had taken me from the beginning. At first, they wouldn't understand me. In the village, they called me back. I said, "I just wanted to protect myself." After the wedding, it was worse. They called me to prison. In the emotional state, I would do it for them. Last year, we spent our wedding day. Because their sisters needed to build a regal. And this time they decided, I needed an adventure. It costed me 60 euros and 3 cases until someone called me. From there, a 14-hour long bus home. I asked myself, "How long have you planned this?" The house was empty. Not a set, not a message. But his laptop was open. I said everything. After I met him and the sister. "Screenshots of my SMS, photos of me in the bedroom." "She made it over me." As if I was a wick. The worst thing was that they had planned a whole set. "When she reaches her house, she calls her mother." "Baby, hold it." So I packed my bag and went. Without explanation, just like her with me. I didn't come back. Today, I have a job in a new city, her own apartment. And every time she calls up a number, I think about these messages. I think about these messages.