I was 19 years old when a guy named Daniel, who we had been dating for a year, asked me to be his wife. Of course, I knew that it was a little early, and that I wouldn’t be able to go out with my friends and have fun anymore. But Daniel seemed like a very reliable and good guy. Out of fear that I wouldn’t find anyone better than him, I still became his wife.
We started living together with his parents. My parents have a huge private house near the city. We were given the second floor there. It is worth saying at once that Daniel’s parents were not poor people, and at the time of our marriage Daniel was also making good money, and I could safely study at university.
Two years later I had my first child, a daughter. Daniel was so happy, but then trouble crept up, which we did not expect. My husband was out of work. His parents offered him a job in the family firm, but my husband is very independent, decided he would find his own way. Just one friend offered him to go abroad to earn money. So Daniel said yes.
We agreed that he would only go for a year, just to have money, to live for the first time, maybe to buy something. But after he had tasted the big money, my husband came back after a year, and then said he was leaving again, but for two years. He wants to buy us our own place in the city, not to depend on parents. Of course, this behavior is very commendable, but me, what about me and my daughter? My husband promised to come over a couple of times a year. And so he did. In short, that’s how his earnings dragged on for five years. I was already so hungry for a man by my side at that time that my mind just went blank.
One day a man, a little older than me, wrote to me in one of the social networks. He was showering me with compliments, telling me that I was the most beautiful and the most desirable. I hadn’t heard anything like that from my husband in a long time. In short, we corresponded for a month, and then we met. At that meeting everything happened. I betrayed my husband. But I felt so good that I went out with him a couple more times. And as fate would have it, two months later my husband came home already with the ends. He spoke beautiful words to me, bought me an apartment. My conscience tortured me. I confessed to him that I had cheated on him, and more than once. What happened next?
My husband kicked me out. I then thought to go to the lover, but he immediately said that he could not take me, he had work, a bunch of excuses. In short, for the lover I was a temporary option. My spouse has already filed for divorce, my daughter is living with me now at my mother’s, but Daniel is threatening to take her away. I am so ashamed why I did not wait for my husband, how could I betray him like that.
