Let me say right away that I fell in love with my spouse almost as soon as he left the parental nest. He was just a country boy. At the time we met he was twenty-six, and I was six years younger than him. At first my father was against our relationship, but then my parent put up with it, and after another six months we were married.
My father had a certain status in our town, as he had his own business, which brought in a decent income. My father made my spouse his companion and initiated him into all the intricacies of running a business. I quickly became pregnant and had twins. The babies took up all my time and I was absorbed in housekeeping and child-rearing. From morning till night, my spouse was at work.
Seven years after we were married, my father left this life and my husband took over his business. My husband tried every way he could to keep the parenting business afloat, but things were very tight. To help my husband, I sold my parent’s apartment, thanks to which he paid off debts and saved the business. Gradually my spouse started to move away from me, he stopped coming home at night and preferred to lead a riotous life. He lost interest in me and with it his love, he did not need me and my children.
One day he told me that he planned to go on alone. Of course his words shocked me, and after I calmed down, I told him:
– I will continue to run our family business without you.
After these words, my husband laughed in my face and said that everything we have belongs to him, including the apartment where we live, and if I dare to sue, he will also take away from me our children, because in fact I am a poor housewife who does not even have an education. My husband gave me two weeks to ensure that I vacate his living space, and he left for the warm countries to rest. Now I sit and think, how do I live further …
