I have two children. My children are from different husbands. My first child is my daughter. My Sandra is 16 years old now. Sandra’s father pays child support and is always in touch with her. Although my first husband is already married and has two more children in his second marriage, he does not forget about our daughter.
My five-year-old son, on the other hand, is less fortunate. Two years ago my second husband got sick and three days later he died in the hospital. It’s been a while and I still can’t believe he’s not around anymore. So often I think that the door will open and he will come in. He will smile at me and wish me a good day. Then I cry all day long.
I have been very supported by my ex-husband’s mother, Monica, all this time. Although it was just as hard for her as it was for me: after all, my husband was her only son. We stuck together and supported each other, going through the terrible grief together. We often called each other and came to visit each other. We talked about my husband all the time.
At one time we even wanted to live together, but then my mother-in-law changed her mind. We lived together for 7 years. My mother-in-law and I always had a wonderful relationship. We were friends, you could say.
I remember when I got pregnant, my mother-in-law brought up the paternity test for some reason. Turns out she had seen some program on TV in which they talked about a man raising someone else’s child for years and then finding out the truth.
I told her right away that I was very uncomfortable with such tests.
– If a man doubts that it is his child, that means divorce him and he will be a Sunday daddy!
My mother-in-law told me it was okay, and she believed that I was pregnant with her son specifically. I was sure that when I had the baby my mother-in-law would want us to do a paternity test, but my mother-in-law kept quiet.
And then this year, in the summer, my mother-in-law became very ill and her health deteriorated drastically. And then she and I decided that she should move closer to me. We found a realtor and wanted to buy my mother-in-law an apartment.
Then my mother-in-law was hospitalized again, and we needed a death certificate for the realtor. My mother-in-law couldn’t get it, so I went to my mother-in-law’s apartment. I started looking for the document I needed in the file folder.
And as I was looking for that certificate, I found another very interesting document. It was just a parentage test. It turns out that when my son was only two months old, my mother-in-law had done such a test after all, which confirmed that she was indeed my son’s grandmother.
I was very indignant when I saw this document. It turns out that my mother-in-law never believed me! I didn’t keep quiet and told my mother-in-law about everything. Now she apologizes to me and says that she is very sorry for her stupidity. But I still can’t calm down. I feel like I was betrayed, because my mother-in-law kept quiet for so many years!
I feel that now I do not want to help my mother-in-law: after all, she betrayed me. But at the same time, I realize that she simply has no one to help her at all.
I don’t want to deprive my son of his grandmother, and I will still help my mother-in-law. But the warmth and trust between us will definitely not be there anymore…
