Taken from life. “I was sure I was the only woman in his life”: it turned out that she had a second family for years

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< p > or when for the first time the & oacute; was p & oacute; Oacute; Wił & I love you & 63 ~< br /> or maybe all this was a lie from the very beginning ?< /p > < p > for twenty years I was sure I was his only woman.

< p > It turned out that all these years he divided his life between me and & hellip; her. < p > I did not suspect anything. < P >We were a successful marriage & ndash; At least I thought so. We had a house, a stable life, everyday rituals that gave me a sense of security.

< p > — Honey, Wr & oacute; a little p & oacute; I have a lot of work — m & oacute; kissing my forehead.

< p > I believed him.

< p > — You know that you can always count on me — he repeated, holding my hand.

< p > and I trusted him.

< p > because how could I not trust the man with which I spent most of my life ?

< p > until one day I got a phone.

< p > unknown number.

< p > — Good morning, do I talk to Marta Kowalska ?

< p > — Yes, what's going on ?

< p > — I'm sorry I am calling & Hellip; But I have to talk to you about Paweł.

< p > I froze.

< p > — Who are you ?

< P >There was silence on the other side.

~ P > and then I heard a sentence that changed everything.

< p > — I am his wife.

< p > The world stopped.

< p > I don't remember what I answered. I don't remember how this conversation ended.

< p > I just remember that my hands were trembling when I was to call Paweł.

< p > did not answer.

< p > ~ amp; oacute; I won once, second, third. < p > silence. < p > I finally sent a message:

< P > & AMP; Paweł, who she is ? & &

< p > no wr & oacute; < p > no wr & oacute; and the next day.

< p > When he finally spoke, he stood in the door with eyes full of guilt.

< p > — Marta & Hellip; Posew & oacute; l explain it. < p > — NO. You tell me if it's true. < p > sighed heavily. < p > — Yes

< p > I felt something in me.

< p > — How long ?

< p > — Twelve years.

< p > twelve years & hellip;

< p > all my reality collapsed in an instant.

< p > for twelve years he led the rod & ryne.

< p > He had a house there. He was also a husband there. There he was a father.

< p > and I never knew about anything.

< p > I was only half of his life for him, which he could hide.

< p > I did not beg him to stay.

< p > I did not shout, I did not throw things.

< p > I stood there, looking at a man who was my husband, but I didn't know my husband anymore.

< p > — I will never forgive you — I said quietly.

< p > did not answer.

< p > just came out.

< p > and I was left alone.

< p > but at least for the first time in years I knew the truth.