I have a boyfriend a few years younger than me.

We met him when I was 18, he was about 15.

How we met...

He approached me, a poor first-class student, asking for money to travel. And I was small and stupid and really thought what he needed, and gave the last - it was necessary to help people.

And then I began to meet him regularly in the city with a periodicity of half a year, sometimes a year.

Every time he asked for money.

I studied in one universe, then in another, then changed jobs, wages, went for free bread, married, and many more things done... and this fool is still walking and shooting the little stuff.

In the first few years, I just replied that I would not give money, and I remember him very well, and I know who he is.

Then I roared over him.

And, I almost forgot the main thing - all this time I often changed the appearance - then hairy, then bald, then with a beard, then without, then informal in cowboy boots and coats, then a rapper in wide pants, then a militarist, then a marching man, or just a dirty jerk from work. And all that time he couldn’t remember me.)

After getting tired of roasting, he just started sending him a naher.

Then one day he went back to me again, he was sent again... and it would have ended well, but in a couple of minutes we met again – he was stealing some grandmother, and she was already getting the wallet with her copies. I passed by and said to her, “Woman, don’t give him anything, he’s professional, I’ve seen him on the streets for 10 years. She woke up, hid her wallet and went on. And I went to myself.

Somebody is knocking on my shoulder behind me.

I turn, this body is worth it. Suffice enough.

And I, according to Picabushnik, weighed less than a hundred at school the last time.

And that idiot is starting to hit me. Mole, why did you do that? You don’t give money, and you’re still making money. What made it easier, what hindered?

And here, I am standing in front of him and cuddling... because I understand that I now have something to answer him, and somehow explain that he, a healthy man, cuddles money from me, the same man, and I just have to give him a part of my earned money, and he doesn’t want to do anything. And even the old grandmother must give him part of her pension. And I know that I will not explain it all to him. And such anger dispeled me... that I took and caaaak fucked him in the eye.

And I must say that I have always been an educated boy from an intelligent family, and I have always had a hard time hitting the first person in the face. Then it flew straight from the soul. And so well it became, easily, as if wings grew up and a stone from the soul.

Since then, our relationship has moved to a new level.

Every time he met, the guy started getting a puzzle.

Over time, he even remembered me and began to recognize me. The truth after the puzzle and the question: “When you remember me, you will remember me.” Then he got tired of fucking him... he just started forcing him to run around the team. First in the pins, then I learned myself.

The last time they saw me a few years ago... I was sitting in the car, he walked to me through the window with a standard miserable story, cuddled, stupidly smiled, “Oh... it’s you again... well, I ran, right?”

We have not seen since then.

I would like to believe that he is finally fine and he is no longer begging.

But most likely they just killed somewhere, for debts - he was forever mistaken at the halls of slot machines and there he planted everything he collected.