At that time, I told her seriously, "I hope that you're with me because you like me too. If it's just to repay me for taking care of your mother for three months, then there's no need."
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She replied earnestly, "I'm not stupid enough to sacrifice myself like that! I agreed to be with you because I think I really do like you."
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That day, I felt like the happiest person in the world.
Her mother was seriously ill and needed expensive medication.
At that time, we were both fresh graduates, just starting out.
To earn enough money for her mother's medicine, I worked a regular job and took on part-time gigs, and after saving money for two years, I immediately started my own business.
During those two years, we lived together but were too busy to even have a proper conversation.
But I felt very happy.
Later, when my business took off, and money wasn't as tight, she started to change.
She didn't want to suffer through work like those first two years, so I supported her.
But she still wasn't satisfied. Gradually, she said that my presence limited her freedom and that being with me had ruined her dreams.
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Because I was too busy with work to travel with her.
She said I was her ball and chain.