At 27, I was divorced, with a 7-year-old daughter, but young, talented, beautiful with a two-bedroom apartment and a radiant future. He caught my glory and fell in love. Then he left his wife and son. We lived for 25 years. Beautiful family, son, travel, evenings with candles, we bought an apartment, started building a house. I was drawing up documents for a house, carrying bricks, when I got a text message from his mistress. It turned out he had been dating her for 10 years.
He wasn’t going to leave the family, but I had kicked him out of the apartment for betraying me. I thought he would end the relationship and appreciate the importance of family. But he accused me of breaking up the family and that all he had done was “like everyone else. He brought his mistress to a new house. Now they’ve been living there for two years. Won’t marry her. He’s registered the house to himself. She won’t let him bring his sons, his friends, our dog. He shakes up to her, takes her on vacations and does all her whims. He is 59 years old, she is 43.
Being a traitor, in fact, he often calls me and tells me that he has true love for me, that it’s hard for him. He thought he would change women and everything else would stay. But his sons, parents, friends all turned away.
He (a man under 60) walks on one floorboard in his own house, the roommate seems to love, but shouts, scandals, demands. I live in Miami, rent a room, work. I am cured by the sea and the distance. All is well – the children are grown up, smart, there is an apartment, I write poems, as long as I can work. But…
