This incident happened just a few months ago. I have a friend, I don’t think my readers will care what his name is. My friend has a wonderful family: a beautiful and clever wife and four children. It is clear that after numerous births, and she gave birth five times, one baby did not survive, she got a little fatter, but on the whole, this made her figure even more feminine.
They often visit the grave of the daughter of the whole family, all the children know that they had a little sister who died. My companion’s wife is a cheerful woman and very homemaker. Phytonians, of course, would say that she is a clod, but of course that would not make her any worse.
My friend’s wife is a wonderful cook, reads bedtime stories to her children. Regrets, a little, that her gorgeous mane remains where her horny waist is: exclusively in old photos. She never whines or complains about her hard life. She is a very smiling, kind, friendly woman, I would even call her warm.
About a year ago, my comrade fell in love with his energetic, young and handsome secretary. They had a dizzying romance: there was a raging passion between them and a simply magical relationship.
However, the other day the father of many children decided to take his gang for a walk out of town. It was there that his eldest daughter quietly asked him a question about whether it was true that he would soon leave them, since he had a mistress…
He did not immediately answer his daughter’s question, but first went for a walk in the evening park to put his thoughts in order. As he walked, he recalled how his mother had howled after his father had gone to the housekeeper next door and he felt bitter to the point of nausea. Then we remember how his mother had to plow through several jobs so her sons wouldn’t need anything.
How she then died before she was fifty-five years old. After she died, the doctor said that her body was very worn down, as if she were ninety years old. That evening my companion took a long walk through the park alleys and took his time getting to his room.
He went over and hugged his daughter and whispered to her that he would never leave them and that she would never think such foolish things again. At that moment, his high school daughter put her arms around his neck and climbed up on his lap like a five-year-old toddler. After that, she asked him to repeat what he had said many times.
A few days later, the comrade fired his secretary with a decent compensation and several historians to boot. It is very hard for him now, and tomorrow will not be easy, but he tries his best. He tries his best to pull out of the depths of his soul, the boy who used to hug his mother by the neck, wipe her tears, and promise that he would never leave his children in his life. I have a friend who is a father of many children, and I want to believe that he will make it.
He calls his wife Chamomile for the third day, as he did years ago, and kisses her in the morning and before going to bed. They have not discussed the situation with his wife, because they do not have the strength of mind for that yet. But that is only for now! Maybe time will pass, and they will definitely be able to talk about it.
P.S. I once read that one of the classics wrote that the relationship between a man and a woman is actually a blank sheet of paper and they draw their lives on it themselves. A lost trust is a crumpled up sheet. And even if you try to straighten it out, there will still be traces on it.
What do you think?
