Taken from life. “My husband decided to take children from the first marriage to us”: he wants us to be a great family

When we met, I knew he had a past. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/34ab40/620x0/1/0/2025/04/03/gkeh0e9fzobeww6fub9xgqqsmplguakyzufzmi.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (130,122,105.1)" > < p > there was a marriage, there were children & ndash; dw & oacute; jka. They were divorced, like m & oacute; & in harmony in harmony ', though from the shadow of his look I read that not everything was so simple.

< p > I didn't go. We arranged our lives. Calm. ZR & AMP; Oacute; Increased. No drama & oacute; w. No chaos. Until now. < p > one evening he sat in front of me at the kitchen table. He took tea for so long that he cooled before he said his first sentence: < br />< br /> & amp. & AMP; Bdquo; Ola was hospitalized. It is not known for how long. & Amp; rdquo;

< p > ol & ndash; His ex -wife. Mother of his children. I froze. Not because I didn't care. But because I knew what he would say in a moment. And said.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; I have to take children to us. They have nowhere to see P & Amp; Oacute; We must be a family. < p > “family”. < p > I wasn't ready. I don't have children. I never had. Not because I didn't want to. Fate just didn't give me this chance. I don't know how to talk to a teenager. I don't know how to comfort someone who misses her mother and can't trust her anymore. I don't know how to explain that my life is just changing by 180 degrees & ndash; without my consent. < p > moved a week ago. Older C & Amp; Oacute; Rka is silent. He looks like a glass. The younger son makes a mess, does not clean, throws sarcastic comments. < p > a m & oacute; ju husband ? I want well. He wants to save, stick and arrange. But he can't see that I am bursting inside.

< p > I'm not a bad person. I don't hate these children. But I can't suddenly be a mother for someone who doesn't want me and who I don't understand.

< p > I cry in the bathroom in the evenings. Not because their presence scares me. Just because nobody asked if I also had the strength for this weight. < p > m & oacute; Jerm m & oacute; wi: < br />< br /> & amp. & AMP; Bdquo; we can do it. We are a family. & Amp;

< p > and I think more and more often: < br />< br /> & mdash; & AMP; BDQUO; And if I don't feel that I belong to this family ? & ~ rdquo;

< p > because the family is not only a roof over their heads. These are feelings, conversations, agreement, and & oacute; oacute; And I feel like a background. Like someone who was supposed to be a partner, and now is only an addition to someone else's life.

< p > I don't know if I can do it. < p > but I know one & ndash; Even good intentions can hurt if you forget to ask: are you ready ?