It’s true what they say: the longer couples date, the worse their marriages turn out…
The couple had been together for seven years when they finally decided to get married. All these years they had not lived together for a single day: they were satisfied with the fact that each of them had his own time and space apart from his partner. It was an accidental pregnancy that forced them to get married.
At first, living together was interesting and exciting for both of them. At first repairs to the small apartment, the girl’s grandmother moved in with her parents, freeing the newlyweds’ living space, then the joint purchase of furniture and other household items… But when everything was done, young people became somehow uncomfortable to constantly spend time in the four walls.
The husband began to ask his wife to go out for a beer with friends, and the wife was happy to let her husband go and spend time with her friends. This life had gradually become the norm, it was comfortable for both of them. Just as in the past seven years, the spouses met at home only very late at night and did not seem to bore each other.
The time of childbirth was approaching, and her husband grew sadder and sadder every day. The wife did not pay attention to it: he could be at work, he might want to tell her himself, until some madam called her and informed her that her husband was leaving for her. And, indeed, the man packed his things and moved out when the girl was in the antenatal clinic for a routine appointment.
The most frustrating thing was that her husband did not even bother to explain himself to his pregnant wife, he chickened out. He did not show up for the divorce either… The girl did her best to make sure that at the time of the birth of the child there was no man in her passport so she could put a bold dash in the “father” line. The girl managed to quickly arrange everything through her acquaintances.
The girl had a beautiful son. He was a big and healthy boy with charming dimples on his cheeks. Just looking at her son, the girl calmed down and forgot the offense that the once beloved and close person had inflicted on her. Her parents helped their daughter raise her son. She no longer wanted to think about relationships with men, the wound in her soul, it seemed, did not intend to heal.
Her son was three years old when the doorbell rang. The girl was waiting for her mother, who was supposed to babysit her grandson, so she did not even look through the door peephole and opened the door. On the threshold stood her ex-husband. He was holding a huge bouquet of roses, which the girl had always loved, and a large racing car, the first gift she had given her son in three years.
The girl looked silently at her ex-husband, and he said:
– I’m sorry…I’ll do anything you want for this….
– Do you really think I’m going to forgive you now? So many years have passed…
The son ran out into the hallway. So that the boy did not have time to get interested in the new car, the girl slammed the door with the words:
– No. And do not come again. So many years we did not need you, we got used to the fact that we do not need you …
The girl was no longer hurt. Over the years the resentment had long burned out, all that was left was pity for her ex-husband, who was not happy to raise his own son.
