I am 48 years old and have a daughter who is now 25 years old. I gave birth to her from the man I loved most in my life. But the only trouble – he was married when we were dating. Three years of anguish, hope, and faith that he would leave his wife and be with me ended when I found out that I was expecting a child.
As soon as my beloved found out about my pregnancy, he decided to cut off all ties with me. He said he loved his wife and that he wasn’t going to break up the family because of someone like me. But what kind of person am I? I just loved him from the heart, from the heart. So he shoved a wad of money in my mouth like a dog’s bone, demanded an abortion, and drove off into the fog, back to his family.
Yes, I was terribly hurt, scared, what to do next and how to live further, but I managed to pull myself together and move on. And then my little girl was born. No, we lived a very good life. I made a good career, I gave my daughter the best education, I always bought her the best toys when she was a child, I gave her enough attention, enough love. As for her father, Maria never asked about him. I told her everything as it was, of course, but she showed no desire even to look for him. Well, her choice, of course.
Well, recently my daughter confessed that she has a suitor, or rather a lover, who has even proposed to her and she said yes. The only thing is that her young man is not so young, he’s my age. Of course, I was shocked, because how so. Although everything is clear, not having received a father’s love in childhood, Maria tried to find it in a strange adult man, apparently, it succeeded, since now she will be his wife. So we agreed that we would all meet together so that I would approve my daughter’s choice, to bless him. And so that day, or rather evening, came. My daughter got all dressed up, and I also got myself all cleaned up. And then an expensive car drove up to our doorway. A tall man of athletic build got out of it.
When I saw him from the window, I realized that he was very handsome, well built. And then I opened the door, looked into his eyes, and something inside me tingled. I don’t know what it was, but at that moment I felt something for the man who had proposed to my daughter. Apparently, something happened to him too, because all night he kept looking at me. I am an experienced woman, I know how to look interested men in love. To my daughter, I said that I approved of her choice, and they both went to his house, and I myself remained in contemplation. And here’s the thing. Now my daughter’s man constantly calls me, offers his help with various issues, tries to help me with everything.
More than once he came to see me when my daughter didn’t know. No, nothing happened between us, but he confessed to me that he really likes me. And I like him too, but what can I do? Do I have the right to take my daughter’s happiness, and will she be happy with a man who desires me?
