I want to tell you about what once happened in my life and how I live now. I was unlucky in my personal life for so long. I couldn’t meet the girl I wanted to marry. And then I got lucky. At the store where I was buying perfume for my mother, I met Emily. I liked her a lot. A few days later I went back to the store, but not to buy perfume. But to ask Emily out on a date.
We started seeing each other. I realized that Emily – my destiny. We got married. All my acquaintances and friends were very surprised by this. They didn’t believe that I would ever be anyone’s husband, that I would ever get married. After all, I was already 40 years old.
But I didn’t care what other people thought of me. I had a good job, I met the girl I loved, and I was happy. I bought a new apartment, did renovations there. I even bought all the new furniture in the apartment.
I really asked Emily not to work, but she refused to become a housewife. And then she and I agreed that when Emily got pregnant, she would stay home and not work.
She and I really wanted a baby. But Emily couldn’t get pregnant for a long time. We had tests, but the doctors told us we were both healthy. And then a miracle happened: Emily got pregnant. We were very happy. In due course she gave birth to a son, but unfortunately the boy was born weak and sickly.
Thanks to the doctors’ professionalism and good care our son is doing very well. The only thing that really embarrassed both Emily and me was that our son looked nothing like me or my wife. Our friends and relatives noticed it right away and started laughing, especially at me.
And then it turned out that our son had a rare hereditary disease. We couldn’t figure out where it came from. Neither Emily nor I had it in my family. But the fact remains.
And so I could not stand it. I decided that my wife had cheated on me and impregnated the child. I packed my things and left. I left my son and my wife the apartment. Emily assured me that I was wrong, that it was my son. But I didn’t believe her.
Emily would probably have raised our son alone, but disaster struck. Emily was hit by a car. She was hit by a drunk driver. The doctors tried to save Emily, but they couldn’t. My son was left alone. I did not give him to an orphanage, I took him to me. I took him to different doctors and I found a doctor who could help him.
My son is becoming more and more like me every year.
What a shame that I made such a big mistake: not believing my wife. Maybe then our life would have turned out very differently, and my son would have had a mother of his own
