Igor and I met five years ago at a party at a mutual friend’s house. At that time he was a good-looking shy guy of 26 (I was 23), smart, but without money and without much prospects. I liked him, he was well-read and had a sense of humor, I saw his undiscovered potential and soon we started dating.
Gradually I was able to convey to him the idea that the work of the system administrator in the budget organization will not lead him anywhere. That you need to work on yourself, to develop professionally, and then you can achieve a lot, even without connections and bribes. I enrolled him in programming courses, then in English courses, because without English there is nothing to do in IT. At first I took some lessons with him myself, since my English has been good since school, then we watched American soap operas together without translation. Naturally, it was good for me, for him, and for us as a couple.
Everything seemed to be going great. A year after we met, we rented an apartment together, and six months later Igor got a job as a programmer at a large international outsourcing company, ispovedi.com (his team was developing software for an Italian healthcare company), and gradually started earning good money. This winter after taxes he was making $2,700 and was promised another raise soon. This is a very good salary for our town, we even managed to save a little. We were making plans for our future life together, buying an apartment, traveling… My cautious questions about family and children did not seem to scare him. And all this collapsed somehow suddenly and stupidly.
It all started with our quarrel after the announcement of the independence of the DNR and LNR. I thought it was a good thing that this long-suffering region, following the example of Crimea, could become part of Russia. Igor thought it would lead to a war with Ukraine, which would not end well not only for our country, but for him and me in particular. We hadn’t discussed politics before, but then I was yanked on the tongue by the devil. In the end, everyone stuck to his or her opinion.
Then a “special operation” happened on February 24. From the very morning Igor’s ispovedi.com team decided to leave Russia urgently, because it was very strongly recommended by their customer. That very day they bought a ticket to Cyprus – planes still flew freely at that time – and almost all of them (10 people out of 12) moved to Cyprus. The accommodation in Cyprus was handled by the employer with the customer’s financial support.
Igor said goodbye to me somewhat abruptly, saying that he would take me back to his place as soon as he got settled in. He packed the essentials into a suitcase and flew away.
A week later Igor and I parted. On a video call, in a modern way. He said that we were too different, that he didn’t know that I was “zombified” and “so stupid”, that he “didn’t see our future relationship”. That he didn’t dare to say it before, and now it supposedly resolved itself.
I cried and still cry almost every day. How could he do this to me? I had put so much energy into him, supported him in everything, helped him with his studies, almost all the household chores were on me. And now I’m left at the broken ispovedi.com trough: the apartment, I soon will not be able to pay, as our company is breathing heavily and there are rumors of layoffs, in the stores you see the prices, and move abroad alone I can not – my specialty is not needed there, and one English will not go away.
I do not know what to do now. Even my friends did not tell them that we broke up, and the thought that I will have to go back to my parents, I get depressed. What is my fault? Why is this happening to me?
