I’m 50 years old now, but I’ve always looked a little younger. While I’m still married and have two great kids, it’s just that I started having problems with my husband… I met him when I went to my friend’s wedding.
It was love at first sight, just 10 days after meeting him he proposed to me. My parents were very against it, because he was from a poor family and we didn’t have any money either. No one had an apartment, no stable job either.
But even this did not stop us. We got married 3 months after we met, and a year later I found out that I was pregnant.
Now I understand that not everything was going well with us, but I am grateful to God that my youth and naivety helped me not to notice many problems. And we had a lot of them.
After we got married, we started living together in a rented apartment. We worked hard to pay for everything, and when I got pregnant, it became even harder. Then Sofia was born.
My husband worked two jobs and I was so tired with a child that I had black flies in my eyes. I remember putting her to bed and running to the store to get at least some food. And then there was a crisis, the 90s, normal food was in short supply. If I managed to grab some bones – it was a real holiday, at least soup could be cooked.
Despite all the difficulties, my husband loved me. Once, during a quarrel, I threatened to divorce him, and then said that at that moment the ground under his feet disappeared. And I loved him very much. I had always dreamed of building the perfect family. We built that “perfect” together. Afterwards I got a job and life got a little easier. Sofia was in day care, and we made money together for the whole family.
…Only not for long. A year later I found out that I was pregnant again. Then we had our son.
My son was a very sickly boy and I was hospitalized with him for almost two years straight. That’s when our “perfect family” began to fall apart.
I was either at home or in the hospital. My husband was at work and spending Friday nights with friends. We started to drift apart. I talked to him about it and we agreed that every Sunday we would all go out together. My girlfriends even envied me, because almost no one did that.
Six years ago everything changed. I had strict checks at work and all I thought about was them. My husband also had problems and had to find a new job. Everyone was busy with their own jobs. He often stayed late and attributed it to the fact that the new position required more time and effort.
I believed it, until one moment… Then it was his birthday. I came home early, invited our friends, cooked delicious meals and waited for him. We wanted to surprise him, but he didn’t come home until after midnight. His eyes were so happy. He told me that he was celebrating with his colleagues.
When he went to bed, he started getting messages on his phone. I couldn’t help myself. I read it. Some woman was showering him with gentle messages and emoticons.
It turned out that she worked with him. A year older than me, single, with three kids. From the beginning I thought it was nothing serious, but it turned out that their relationship had been going on for over a year… For five years I tried to save our relationship, but all in vain.
Eventually my husband packed his bags and moved in with his parents. Said that he had to think about it. Then I realized that my marriage was literally falling apart before my eyes, but still he came back to me. I accepted it, but I had two conditions: he ends the relationship with his mistress, and we work together on our relationship. He agreed.
Two months passed and nothing has changed. I recently found out that he was still seeing her. He’s also become too thrifty, counting every penny! I don’t know what to do, because our son is watching this. I don’t want him to have that kind of relationship in the future…
