I would never wish for anyone to experience and feel what is happening to me now.
I've seen a lot in my life, I've been through a lot: illnesses, hardships, the loss of loved ones, but the betrayal of my family was the most painful.
Now I look through everything in my head and realize that if I had kept I wish I had been different, none of this would be happening now, but I wanted a better life for my family. I'll try to explain everything now.
I've been married to my husband for almost 19 years and we were supposed to celebrate our anniversary next year. We have two children, my oldest daughter is 17 and my son is 9. Before my son was born, we lived very well. We were a middle-class family, we had our own apartment, a car and twice a year we went on vacation to the seaside as a family. “You're lucky to have a husband and I'm lucky to have a son-in-law,” my mother used to say.
At that time, I didn't appreciate what I had. Everything was something that came naturally. I had my own apartment, a good salary from my husband, I had a job that I loved, and my daughter was a smart girl. That summer, when we found out we were going to be parents for the second time, our daughter went to her grandmother's for the whole vacation, and my husband and I decided to tell them the good news when they got there, because we didn't want to do it over the phone.
Unfortunately, the pregnancy wasn't that easy, everything ended well, we had a healthy boy, but we had to spend a lot of money on doctors and trips to expensive clinics, medicines and numerous tests. I went on maternity leave. With the birth of our second child, our expenses increased significantly: we had to buy diapers, clothes, toys, children's furniture – everything. My daughter grew a lot and we had to update almost her entire wardrobe, and with the arrival of the baby, the three of us noticed that our two-room apartment was already cramped.
“Maybe you could give your bosses a tip about promotion? Or maybe you could find a second job?” I told my husband. There was no promotion at his job, and he didn't want to look for a second job. He said he was tired during the day and without a second job, but then he agreed with me that we had to develop.
It was because of this second job that we had a breakdown. My husband got a job as a sales representative for his friend's company. It was a simple job, but it required frequent trips after work to various sales points and frequent business trips to neighboring cities on weekends. Gradually, our income grew, we saved money, and after three years we took out a mortgage and were able to buy a four-room apartment in our neighborhood.
We decided not to sell the two-room apartment, deciding that we would rent it for a while and then give it to our daughter. I was happy, my dream of a large apartment, a spacious kitchen came true, and now each child had their own room, a large and bright living room.
My husband’s business trips became much more frequent and he practically stopped coming home. The mortgage was gradually being paid off and life seemed to be getting better, but my relationship with my husband was getting colder. I was spending more and more time with my son, and because of that, my daughter also withdrew and started communicating more with her father.
As is often the case, I found out everything from his phone. My husband went to the bathroom and at that moment his phone started crackling incessantly. My curiosity got the better of me. It turned out that my husband had been cheating on me for almost three years.
He said he loved me and the kids madly, and she was just a hobby that helped him escape his daily routine. I didn't want to listen to him anymore, at that moment all I could think was that this person disgusted me, I wanted to break up with him and have nothing to do with him anymore.
I calmed down a bit and decided to give him a second chance, but we started living in different rooms. I wasn't ready to let him get close to me yet. Almost a year passed. My husband assured me that he had no contact with his mistress, cut off all ties, started informing me about every business trip and tried to rebuild my trust.
Deep down I hoped that everything would work out, but then a situation happened that I still can't get over. My mother lives in a private house near the city. It so happened that she injured her leg, so I had to go to her for a week to help her and take care of her.
My son was with me, it was his vacation, and my daughter wanted to stay home with his dad. I didn't interfere. I thought it was a good opportunity to check if my husband had really come to his senses and if he was sincerely sorry. On the third day of my absence, I realized that I had been deceived again, only this time by someone I hadn't expected.
I was talking to my daughter on the phone, she was at home, she said she was alone, but then I heard a woman's voice in the background. My daughter started to make excuses, that it was the television, said something inarticulate and quickly hung up. I think every mother will hear when her child is lying, and that's exactly what happened here.
At first I thought my daughter just had a friend from school, but why would she lie to me? I didn't pay much attention to the situation, but it was getting worse. I had to go into town to get some medicine for my mother, and I also wanted to run home to get a few things. The first thing that caught my eye was a familiar car at the entrance.
My throat immediately tightened. Our apartment is on the ground floor, the kitchen windows overlook the courtyard, and there, at my kitchen table, sat a trio: my daughter, my husband's mother, and his mistress.
I was so disgusted, so offended. I didn't go into the apartment, I went straight to my mother. That same day I wrote them both a message asking if the guest ate well in our kitchen. My husband and daughter immediately started calling me, but I didn't answer the phone. My husband swore to me that he hadn't talked to her, and now he's brought her to our apartment and even dragged his daughter into it.
I never expected this from my child. I've never been hurt like this before. When I get home, I'm ready to pack my husband's things and let him go to his mistress. I don't know what to do with my daughter. I can't imagine how a daughter could do something like that to her mother. By the way, we haven't talked since that incident. I don't answer the phone, and they probably don't have the courage to come to me, maybe I should stay with my son in the country with my mother?
I can't imagine living in this apartment now, knowing that my husband brought his mistress there.
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