Agreement with the Enemy - Proposal (5.)

He worked in a factory that at the time offered a stabilization apartment. A beautiful two-generation 4+1 with a lodge and two toilets. Just a dream. One of the conditions of the assignment was marriage. Everything had to be sun-drenched. I wasn't exactly convinced that this was the right thing to do. I didn't want to get married. But having my place was so unreal that I finally agreed to get married.

There are a lot of stupid girls in the world! I proudly lined up at the back of the line, waiting for the miracle of when the prince charming would finally turn up. I guess I had an idea that it would happen by a wave of a magic wand. But I can already tell you that the miracle did not happen.

He applied for an apartment, I applied for a hand in marriage, we paid the membership fee, and booked the wedding date. On the last possible date to meet all the conditions of the assignment. Romantic as hell! A little protest against the system. It's like they're forcing us to get married, but we'll hit it when we want to. At least that's how I felt at the time. How "romantic" it was, I'll come back to that later.

He was in heaven. He kept telling me over and over, "I'm so excited for you to be mine. You know. Really mine!" He put such a strange insistence on the last sentence, and there was a twinkle in his eye.

Ladies. If a guy ever says a line like that to you, just run away. As far as your legs will take you. Because that phrase translates to you being expected to enthusiastically become his property. Literally.

Time passed. We went out every weekend. To the cottage, to a hike, anywhere. A whole bunch of us would go. It was fun. Lots of experiences, a sense of freedom and, for me, a moment of happiness. I loved it. I totally ignored the fact that he was slowly wrapping me around his finger with his well-meaning "fatherly" advice. Do this, do that, but most importantly, do it differently.

I was gradually becoming a puppet that he was changing into his image. In the rush of work and endless moves across Prague, I didn't even notice. But it was getting worse...

3. I'm sorry - I should have made it clearer that I was a free being with a mind of my own. Also, you don't always have to be right. Your constant lecturing was unbearable. I just wanted to be left alone. I thought if I did things your way, you'd be nice to me. My bad. I was too inexperienced.