I lived with my husband for more than 15 years, we started our journey together. After the marriage, we lived with my mother-in-law and went to work together at a factory. We were given a room in a dormitory, and we moved out of my mother-in-law’s house. Everything was going well, and I realized that my husband needed to get a degree so that he could make a career. I made him enroll and studied instead. I wrote all his reports, essays and term papers. As soon as he graduated and brought his diploma to work, he was promoted. I was happy for my husband. My career was not successful. Although I graduated from university, I was always on maternity leave. While my son was growing up, I got pregnant with my daughter. Later, of course, I was able to go back to work, but the children had poor immunity, so I had to take sick leave.
But I was not upset. I was unlucky in my career, but lucky in my family. My husband worked hard and stayed late at work. In a few months, we bought a large apartment. The children were happy, they finally had their own rooms. I began to see my husband less and less. Soon I met my former colleague. She told me that her husband was cheating with his ward. “They don’t hesitate to do it. Sometimes it happens in broad daylight, he locks himself in his office. He gives her gifts in front of everyone, and once he even hugged her. You should leave him, shamelessly. Then I decided that I needed to go to my husband’s workplace and talk to his mistress. Ask her to leave her husband alone. He has a family, children. The girl humiliated me in front of everyone, she laughed at me. Her husband is cheating on her with a stunning beauty, and she’s sobbing. You’d better get in shape.
A man came out of the office, saw me and got angry. “What are you doing here? You found out everything, didn’t you? It’s even better, because I’m tired of living two lives. I’m filing for divorce tomorrow. He hired the best lawyers, took everything from me. And then he threw me and the kids out on the street. He didn’t care where we lived or what we had to live on. My ex was carried away by his new passion. Then my parents helped me. I managed to buy a small apartment. I found a job and everything was going well in my life. A year later, my ex-husband called and demanded help. He did not apologize for his betrayal. He was an arrogant guy who got what he deserved. It turned out that he had been fired from his job and his new wife had left the loser. And then he had an accident and is now in the hospital. I refused to help him. Because he left me and the kids, he took everything from us and never called. He didn’t care, and now it’s my turn.
