I will tell you a story that happened to me ten years ago. I was raising two daughters with my husband, they had already entered the institute. I was looking forward to this period, because I thought that we would start a new life with my husband. However, he made a different decision and cheated on me with his secretary.
– Sorry, I did not want to hurt you, – he said, – but I love her very much.
That evening he packed his things and went to a woman half his age. The daughters were then offended by their father and did not speak to him. It was very hard for me, especially when the younger one tried to reconcile us in different ways. I want to erase this year of my life from my memory, because time has not healed my wounds, I just learned to live with it. I began to devote more time to my flowerpots, grew interesting species and sold them. This hobby helped me not to get depressed.
My daughters made peace with their father and sometimes told me about his new life. He was happy with this woman, and later she gave birth to his son.
– Mom, imagine, she’s sick, she says it’s serious.
– “Girls, stop discussing them, I don’t like it,” I told my daughters, as I continued to love my husband and the thought of my husband being with another woman drove me into a dead end. So many years had passed, and I still considered him mine.
On Saturday morning I woke up to a silhouette hovering over me. I thought it was a dream, but then my husband said in a trembling voice: “I’m sorry, I know it’s early. But I, I don’t know what to do with my son.” He was old, and his hair was covered with gray. Behind him stood a little boy. I realized that it was their son.
– My wife passed away tonight, – he continued, – I have a funeral ceremony to prepare, our girls are working, I just have no place to take him. He is too young for this.
The boy was of preschool age. I did not understand what was happening, I looked at the kid and he immediately spoke:
– Are you a relative of my mother?
– No, – I said angrily and wanted to end this conversation.
– My mother said that she had no one.
– I didn’t know your mother at all.
He was so sweet, I realized that the child was not to blame, and decided to help my ex.
– Do you like porridge? Come with me to the kitchen to eat, and then dad will pick you up.
I made coffee for myself and oatmeal for the boy. I watched this boy, he will be very similar to my daughter in childhood. We spent the whole morning with him, watching cartoons, reading old books of girls. He is very kind and smart.
Since then, my husband often started to bring his son to me, we became very good friends. My daughters do not think about grandchildren yet, so this child became a new breath of air for me.
Two years have passed since the death of his wife and he recently asked me to move in together again. Deep down, I really want it, because I picture an ideal family in my head… However, the resentment does not leave me, I do not know if I can trust him again.
If we fail to be together, it will only harm the child. So I don’t know what to do. I love them both, but the fear of being deceived again does not leave me.
