I want to tell a story about my past relationships. 4 years ago, I met on a dating site a guy from Greece. He is Georgian by nationality. The first month we corresponded every day, exchanged photos. Every day I realized that I was beginning to fall in love with this person, just like he was with me. I fell in love with the image of this man. He is very smart, handsome and very attentive. If anyone didn’t know Georgians, these are people who like to “speak beautifully” without hesitation, you begin to believe every word.
Three months later, we decided that we wanted to live together. He suggested that I move to live in Greece. I agreed because I loved him. Is it possible to love a person online? My answer is yes! Feelings arise suddenly and you are not able to control it. But there was a small problem, I had to study for another half a year. I decided that I would finish my studies, he approached my decision with understanding.
Six months later, I graduated. For half a year we have been waiting for this moment. But there was another problem. Periodically, he drank a lot and could not stop. I found out about it when it was Christmas. He called me at night while intoxicated. I hung up. This went on for two days. I warned him, if this did not stop, I could not fly to him and live with him. He promised me that this would not happen again. I gave him a chance.
The day came when I flew to Greece. I was very scared since it was my first flight to another country. I had to lie to my family, I told them that I was offered a job in Athens. My parents did not know that I was gay. But I didn’t care, I loved this man. He met me at the airport and brought me to his home, I saw a lot of food and wine. Apparently, he wanted to surprise me. We ate and then had sex. In the end, I lived with him for three months. During these three months, we swore a lot. We swore because I was constantly at home. He forbade me to look for work since he believed that I should keep the family hearth and he should earn money. I felt like a housewife. In Athens, I had no friends, I felt lonely.
He drank a lot and was fired from work because he came to work drunk. Our relationship changed a lot. The last straw for me was when he came drunk late in the evening. I wanted him to go to sleep, so I pushed him into bed. This made him very angry, he got up and went to the kitchen. I knew why he was going there (he wanted to take a knife), so I tried to stop him. Thank God that he did not see where the knife lies, so he took the mug and threw it at me with all his strength. I managed to cover my face with my hands. When I opened my eyes, the blood was bleeding. I ran to the toilet and closed the door. I never cried as much as that night. I sat in the toilet all night and tried to stop the bleeding. When I went out, he was sleeping. In the morning, when he saw me, he asked “what happened to your hands?” Well, you understand ….. A week later, I flew back home. I was very hurt, my emotional state was terrible. I was not angry with him because he caused me physical pain but because he ruined our relationship with his own hands. I didn’t see him again.
Now I live in Berlin with my husband, and I am glad that I am here. Listen not only to your heart, but also to your brain.