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.
He was thoughtful. Hardworking. Patient. He never raised his voice. He never made me feel alone.
When Silvia was born, he cried more than I did.
