The first time I stepped into my girlfriend's house, I was so dizzy I wanted to run away.

(Dan Tri) - It seems I misjudged Nga. I can't believe a beautiful, agile girl like Nga lives like that.

I took the initiative to get to know and pursue Nga for a long time before she accepted. Nga is very interesting. She took me out, to eat, and found places that only gourmets know.

It was Nga who opened my eyes to the hobby of traveling and exploring new, faraway lands. Since I met her, my time has been filled with extremely happy moments. Life is no longer just dry numbers on paper and drawings.

Apart from the time I focus on work, the rest of my time I spend with her, exploring the roads with her and I really enjoy that. The closer I am to her, the more I discover that she has many very different personality traits.

As the youngest daughter in a wealthy family, Nga is pampered by her parents, but her way of dressing and speaking is liberal and simple, not deliberately pretentious or pretentious like many other girls.

I completely misjudged my girlfriend (Illustration: Sina).

Nga is smart, studies well, got a scholarship for her university entrance exam, and is eligible to live in the school dormitory, but her parents rented her a very comfortable house. Although she lives alone, Nga is careful not to let me in. She said she was afraid of the landlord's judgment, and her parents also asked him to keep an eye on their daughter, so she didn't want her parents to know about her love life and worry.

Even when we went on a trip together, Nga was very strict and did not let me go beyond the limit. This was not easy for a mature man like me, but it was what made me respect her so much.

One day, I took Nga to buy some things for an upcoming trip. As soon as I got to the gate, I saw the landlord rushing out, his face red as if he was trying to hold back his anger.

He talked to Nga but intentionally let me hear it too. The main content was that if he wanted to continue living in his house, he had to live properly and cleanly, otherwise he would rent it to someone else. He could not accept a dirty and messy tenant. Nga was embarrassed by me, tried to explain, and even got angry and shouted: "You are blaming me."

My aunt was angry at this and immediately pulled us both into the house to avoid arguing. In front of me was a scene of flooding that I didn’t know how to describe. It was even more terrifying than what I had imagined when I heard her talking in the yard. The blankets were unfolded, probably hadn’t been washed in a long time, so they were black and dirty. Clothes, bottles, toilet paper, and dishes were strewn about.

The kitchen counter was clearly not used for cooking because it was covered in a thick layer of dust. Half-eaten cake wrappers were full of ants, instant noodle wrappers, empty bottles, cans... - everything was in disarray like the room had been abandoned for a long time. I was shocked, I didn't think that the girl I admired had such a sloppy personal life, couldn't even take care of herself, how would she be a wife and mother in the future?

The aunt continued to talk nonsense, saying that Nga's parents couldn't reach their daughter by phone so they were anxious and asked her to come over to check. Because recently, there had been many warning stories in the newspaper that made her worried, so she had to use her own key to open the gate and look inside to see that her house had been vandalized like this.

He also repeated the same thing I was thinking in my head: Why would a grown-up, cheerful, and agile girl like Nga live in such a dirty way?

Although I am a real man, I am very clean. My job requires precision and meticulousness, so my life is quite neat. Looking at Nga's room, I really shuddered.

After my aunt left, I stayed behind to help Nga clean up. The more I cleaned, the more discouraged I felt. All the sparkle and beauty disappeared. I felt like I was emotionally drained and didn't want to talk much anymore. Nga was embarrassed with me so she wasn't as talkative as usual.

We awkwardly said goodbye to each other and left, the thought of breaking up appearing more and more clearly in my mind. I know some people will say that I don't love Nga enough to be sympathetic. Everything can be fixed because being dirty is just a habit, not something terrible in nature.

But I feel like I'm in a state of being pushed down to the bottom, losing my balance. I can't find the same feeling of love anymore. Was it wrong for me to break up with you?

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