Some excerpts from the book Emma Forest:
Five years have passed since that dinner in Los Angeles I presented to me a man with long laying hair, which wore a camp. He looked like a terrorist, but actually he was a famous movie star. We sat in the garden and talked, and later he admitted that in everything he was told me, he tried to convey one thing: "I'm not the same as you heard about me." It works.
He worries a lot. He does not like that my entrance doors are not closed, so, despite the fact that it is on the set of thousands of kilometers, he sends builders to eliminate this problem, and makes me lock the door. He does not like that I leave the windows open at night, because I do not have a special hole for cats, if they want to go on a street. He sends builders to make these holes. Where he would not come from filming, he always brings me strange things. From Spain in Los Angeles with FedEx, he somehow sent one Iriska Werther. My girlfriend from Los Angeles somehow asked: "And no diamonds?", And I explained that I didn't wear them, and I had never had them. She just said: "Yes, but he should not know about it.
He knows that I am known to me the question of all woven about him: "Why is he with her?".
An hour after the late telephone conversation, he raises a new topic. "When I return from filming, let's start a child." I was dumbfounded and looked at my bedroom for witnesses. "Child?". "Yes, one of them."
Nevertheless, I am happy. We are happy. And were such for six months. This is the longest thing I can remember. This is not mania. We did not need each other. We were simply very, very good together. I love him, and for the first time in relationship I like me. We decided to go to the road journey in America when he returns. He asked me to free Christmas and my birthday, because we will go to Istanbul. He decided that we would definitely try to conceive a child in January. I want everything he wants. "The only thing I know is probably," he writes, "this is what I want to create a family with you."
He wrote me out of the plane, that he will be with me in a few hours and that our joint life will start truly. Then he turns off the phone, and the plane takes off. When he appears on the threshold of my door, he trembles: "I think I need free space." I needed a little time to understand what he wants to part with me. The thought came to mind: "Do you think that if we had a child, then you would not have to leave? So you want me to get pregnant? ".
"It may be so." He can't look at me because he cries.
I lock in the bathroom and say: "You can go."
"Em. Please let me fit. Em!"
"I'm fine. Please go away. "
"You won't cut the veins?"
"Not"
"Are you not going?"
"Did not planned"
"Promise me!"
"I can not"
I did not cut the vein. I do not do it anymore.