Hi, I'm Terry. My story is… well, it's just ridiculous! But at the same time it's also very sad. It's just that my sweetheart turned out to
be some kind of monomaniac. Well, you know, someone with idée fixe. "I'm almost all grown up – and in my last
year of high school, I know which university I will go to next year, and I think a lot
about my future. It seems that there is nothing out of the
ordinary about my life, doesn’t it? Well, there is one thing. It has been almost a year since my boyfriend
and I got engaged. His name is Michael and we have been together
for 5 years already and his proposal… It was so magical! He did it last year at the spring homecoming
dance where we were both nominated for the titles of King and Queen of the school, which
we could have kept for the whole next year. Neither Michael nor me got the crown but after
the ceremony he took the mike from the host, got down on one knee, and asked for my hand
in front of the whole school audience! Michael said wonderful things about me and
gave me a beautiful ring… well, now all the girls understand me. I couldn't say no! And our engagement became the main event of
the ball. I think the Queen ate her crown out of envy
that same night." When I came home I learned that my engagement
was a surprise only to me. It turned out that my parents knew about it
already, Michael had discussed it with them. And they had known him as my boyfriend for
several years. They knew that he was a good guy with good
intentions, so they did not object. The only thing they asked was to postpone
our marriage until our graduation from school and that we get married during the summer
vacation before we left for college. "Michael’s parents seemed to have nothing
against it, either. They liked me and they had already accepted
“Dear Terry” into their big family. Did I said “big”? Oh, Michael’s family was enormous! He was the second oldest among his ten siblings. You heard me right, my boyfriend’s parents
have eleven children! The life in their huge house was pretty noisy
and chaotic, but at the same time happy and friendly. I don't have brothers or sisters. I live alone with my parents, so I very much
enjoyed visiting Michael’s house. Even though after some of these visits I'd
sometimes return home with a crazy headache from all the noise." "So while I was ready to marry Michael, I
didn't pay a huge amount of attention to it. I was much more preoccupied with my choice
of career – my parents had done pretty well in their lives, and I didn't want to disappoint
them. As for Michael, he started to discuss our
future family life – it got longer and he went into more and more detail as we got closer
to our graduation. I have to admit that I only smiled when hearing
of all of his future plans. Michael loved his big family and there was
nothing wrong with thinking about creating his own. I didn't see anything bad in it. Until one certain moment." "One day it was a national holiday and Michael
and I went shopping together. He wanted to buy me a beautiful dress and
he was even ready to help me choose one – well, haven’t I told you before that he was wonderful? So that day was full of magic… before Michael
showed me a dress saying that he liked it because it would make me look like his Mom. Hmmm… I like Michael’s mother. She is wonderful. She is very kind, nice, and a very special
person and she treats me well but… what was this nonsense?! Other than that, I didn't feel anything in
common between me and this woman, who is always surrounded by kids, and who I always saw as
either pregnant or holding a baby. I imagined myself in her shoes and… I felt terrified. So I was furious and I told Michael that I
did not want to hear that I looked like somebody else! I did not tell him exactly what made me feel
so uncomfortable. In fact I haven’t talked to Michael for
three days." "It seemed that after that, Michael gave up
the subject of family and kids… before he let it slip about the project he was working
on together with his father in their garage. I was curious and jokingly teased Michael
until he told me what they were doing in there. Oh yes, he finally told me. He was making a CRADLE for our future child
so that it would be ready for the moment when we moved into our future house together, after
our marriage. This time I got REALLY angry. But my boyfriend just brushed me off. He told me that it was his hobby and the cradle
would be waiting in the basement for the time we needed it. I had nothing to say – one day we might
need it… but definitely not NOW! I was extremely angry and even a little depressed." Time passed. Our graduation celebration was getting closer
and Michael continued to talk more and more about our wedding and living together. But totally not in a way that I had imagined
my life playing out! You see, I want to get a good education, to
find a good job which I will value and like. I want to build a career. I want to travel around the world! I want to live an active and interesting life,
and this plan has no room for childbirth at the age of eighteen! And that’s why finding this out soon became
the straw that broke the camel’s back, also known as the moment my patience ran out. "Frankly, I don't even know how to talk about
this next part, so I'll just give it to you straight. I accidentally saw a strange chart on Michael’s
laptop. It contained some numbers and a graph, put
over a calendar of dates. First I thought it was something he needed
for his exams, but then I took a closer look… Oh my gosh! It was the diary of my period! It turned out that Michael’s mother decided
to teach him how to count the best days for ovulation -- basically the best days to try
to get me pregnant. And this moron started to train himself to
count the “good days” right away! My patience snapped like a tightened string! I am a human being, not an incubator! And I will not tolerate this type of pressure! I will have kids eventually, but only when
I decide that I want them! I talked to my parents and… I dumped Michael." Honestly, I still feel sad when telling this
story. I still love Michael and it hurts to realize
that everything turned out this way. He's still trying to get me back, to convince
me that he did not push me when it came to having children, and that we would have them
when we both wanted. But I don’t believe him anymore. Our plans for the future are too different,
so I just sped up the inevitable and painful result of our differences. So, this is my story. Maybe you would also like to tell how you
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