With my wife Maria, we lived together for 30 years. I always earned money for the family, and my wife was a housewife. I did not want her to work. I was happy with my wife as a housewife. But then I got fed up with her.
My wife and I lived steadily, we respected each other, but the love was gone. I thought it was normal. I was fine with it. And then everything changed.
One day I went to a bar with my colleagues and there I met Victoria. I met her and liked her a lot. She was 20 years younger than me. She was so beautiful and charming and funny. Just a dream. We started dating and soon she became my lover.
Two months later I realized I didn’t want to lie to my wife anymore. I realized I didn’t want to go back to my wife after work at all. I realized that I loved Victoria very much and wanted her to be my wife.
After a few days I told my wife the whole truth. Maria did not cause a scandal. She acted very calmly, and I thought that she also no longer loved me, and therefore took it all so calmly. It was only now that I realized that I had really hurt Maria a lot.
We were divorced. We sold the apartment we had lived in together for years. Victoria insisted on it: she demanded that I do exactly that: that I didn’t leave the apartment to my ex-wife. Maria bought herself a studio apartment. And I had savings and I bought a nice one-bedroom apartment with Victoria.
I did not help my ex-wife, I did not even give her any money. Although I knew that she had no money and that she would not be able to get a job right away. But I didn’t really care about that at all.
Our sons absolutely refused to talk to me at all. They thought I had betrayed their mother, and they didn’t forgive me for that. But I didn’t care much at the time, because my beloved was pregnant and we were looking forward to the birth of our child.
Soon Victoria gave birth to a son. The boy didn’t look like me, nor did he look like my wife. My friends were very doubtful that it was my child at all. But I didn’t want to listen to them.
My married life with Victoria didn’t work out. I had to go to work, do all the household chores. And also take care of the baby. And my wife just demanded money and took walks. Our house was a constant mess, we never had food prepared.
Victoria would come in at three or four in the morning, always very drunk, constantly shouting and making scandals over every little thing. I was fired from my job because I fell asleep on the job, was angry all the time and did my job responsibilities very poorly.
With Victoria, I could live together for only three years. And then my brother, who never liked Victoria and was very doubtful that I was the father of our son, did a DNA test. And it turned out that I had nothing to do with Victoria’s son at all.
Victoria and I divorced right after this became known. I had no contact with my wife or my sons all that time. And after my divorce from Victoria, I decided to go back to my first wife. I bought flowers, a bottle of wine, a cake, and I went to see her. And it turned out that Maria had moved out. The new landlady gave me her new address.
I arrived. But when I rang the doorbell, the door was opened by a man. It turned out that my ex-wife had found a good job and was able to marry her colleague. She is now very happy and doing very well.
One day I met my wife in a cafe. I asked her to come back to me. She looked at me like a fool, turned around and left. Now I realize that I did a very stupid thing. What did I want? Why did I leave my wife and marry a young girl?
I’m 54 years old now. And I got nothing at all. I have no wife, no job, and even my sons won’t talk to me. I’ve lost everything I ever cared about. And that is my own fault. Alas, it is a mistake I will never be able to undo…
