This year I celebrated my 60th birthday. My children booked a restaurant and organized a big celebration.
But I didn't feel like it. I had been dreaming of going to the mountains with my family for a long time. I told my wife about this, and her reaction surprised me: “You have no right to think only about yourself. Imagine how many relatives want to wish you well! You want to escape?”
It was always like that. I only did what my wife wanted. Antonina and I got married when I was 22. I was dating her then, but I doubted my feelings. My mother intervened: “Why are you messing with a girl's head? Either get married or let her go.” So we got married.
A year later, our oldest son was born. It wasn't an easy life for us – it was a difficult time. Then my daughter was born, and Antonina always complained that she had not expected such poverty: “If I had chosen Staszek then, I would have lived in my own house long ago and would not have known any troubles”.
These constant reproaches forced me to make the decision to take up additional work. Although I did not want to leave the children. Later we bought a new spacious apartment, then a car, but my wife never praised me, she was always not enough. Years passed at work, and with them my life.
The plot of land I bought became an outlet for me. Antonina was against it, but it was the only time I did things my own way. There, in the bosom of nature by the lake, I could finally relax. Four years ago I had to give up my job abroad. The pandemic started, and my health finally failed me. Although I was not old, I felt like an 80-year-old.
My wife was very unhappy that I stopped earning money, even though we had significant savings. I paid for my children's education and bought them an apartment, but staying at home with Antonina became unbearable, I felt miserable. And one day, six months ago, I went to the plot of land and picked up a woman. It turned out that Alina's plot was nearby.
She was 43 years old, had lost her husband in 2015 and had no children. We started talking and I felt that she was my soulmate. From then on, we met at the plot every week. And don't think there was any intimacy between us. Just communication, long, interesting conversations. But a few weeks ago I decided to ask:
-Tell me, could I be more than just a friend to you?
-To be honest, you're the first man I imagined myself with after my husband died.
I was wondering if it's possible to start life over at the age of 60. I'd like to live with Alina in a summer house, but I'm afraid my children won't support me. How will they react when they find out that I decided to leave their mother in her old age? What should I do, don't I deserve happiness?
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