There are always dark moments in life, and my dark moment was three years ago, in our city square. That day, as usual, I got up from my lunch break, had a bite to eat, and went to the square to dance. At that time, there were not many people, but there were still many friends who retired like me. Ali is my dance partner and we've been dancing together for over a year.
Seeing me coming, Ali and two or three friends who were dancing together greeted me warmly, chatted for a while, and we let go of ** and started dancing. At first, it was a warm-up dance with no physical contact, and then a ballroom dance.
At this time, Ali and I were dancing together, and there was inevitably some physical contact between the two of us. In fact, I knew that Ali had thoughts about me, and he invited me several times, but I politely declined. Although I'm single, single Ali is not single, I don't want to give it to someone with a family, so he is just physically close to me, treats me better, occasionally buys me water and fruits, and doesn't chase me.
Ali was always aware of some small movements on my limbs, but out of some special psychology, I didn't stop him. He was still the same day that day, and there were some teasing little gestures at me when he danced, and I didn't stop him. However, at that time, I was pulled out by several people, and I didn't know what was going on, but I saw a lot of people, both men and women.
The dancers immediately turned into onlookers, I was pulled and beaten by two women, and I tried to resist, but there were several of them, and I couldn't resist at all. Originally, I was counting on Ali to save me, and the people I danced with me to save me, but I found that the dancers were just watching the excitement, and Ali was also beaten by those people, and he ran while being beaten, and he ran away, and the fire was concentrated on me.
A few people scolded me while picking off my clothes, scolding some particularly ugly words, which probably meant that I had no shame to seduce other people's husbands. That's when I learned that the person in their mouth was Ali, and the fat woman was Ali's wife. In this way, I was stripped naked by them on the spot in the square. It was truly a shame for my life.
I am 58 years old, I divorced 25 years ago, my daughter works in the field, and I work in the unit. Busy work, I don't feel that there is anything bad about living alone, and my life has been living a bad life. However, after retiring, I was alone in front of the three-bedroom and two-bedroom living room all day long, and I was inexplicably uncomfortable.
It was around this time that a retired colleague of mine took me to learn how to square dance. When I was younger, I put all my energy into studying, and now I have time to have fun, and that's when I realized that I love to dance.
Ever since I started dancing, I've fallen in love with it, and every day I have to report to the square to chat and dance with people who share my interests. Ali was met when I was dancing, and at first he learned ballroom dancing to be with others, and he danced the best, so he became my dance partner and teacher.
At the beginning, we were really simple friends, but then he learned about me and knew that I was a person, and he cared more and more about me. Because I have been alone for so many years, although I know that he is a person with a family, but I still can't refuse that care, sometimes when I am sick, I feel very uncomfortable when I am alone at home and no one cares, at that time I will run to the square and seek comfort from him, but our contact is limited to a slight touch of the body, and I don't have the courage to pierce the membrane.
Now, however, I am being cleaned up by his family. The onlookers were pointing fingers at me, and I was ashamed and hateful. Unable to hide my shame, I got up and scuffled with her wife, until finally I was pulled away and my body was covered with clothes, and at that moment I was speechless and regretted not doing it at the beginning.