I met my husband at the café. He sat down to me, started pouring his soul out: the work is hard, there is not enough time for personal life. As a child, his father left the family and his mother started taking men to her home. He himself, when he grew up, met with women only for the sake of sex. His words touched me. I guess I felt sorry for him then. They started dating. He was drinking all the time, having affairs on the side. When I couldn't stand it, I threw myself on my knees, blocked the door, begged him not to leave...