Taken from life. “My husband's ex -wife is dead”: Now her children are to live with us, but I don't want to take responsibility for them

The doorbell rang exactly at 18:00. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/1a202a/620x0/1/0/2025/03/17/csnzpqkyrbmd0vjn8af2sabwredfzochhidrvtun.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (152,146,137.1)" > < p > I knew that this moment would come.

< p > but I didn't think he would hurt so much.

< p > m & oacute; Jers opened the door. < p > followed by Dw & Amp; Oacute; Jka children. < p > his children.

< p > and now & hellip; were to become my responsibility.

< p > my husband's ex -wife died in the case two weeks ago.

< p > car & oacute; d slipped, roofing, death on the spot.

< p > sudden. Brutal.

< p > children were alone.

< p > and the court decided that their father should take care of them.

< p > whether it was just ?

< p > yes

< p > did I want that ?

< p > no.

< p > I looked at them as they stood in the doorstep.

< p > The girl was maybe eight years old, boy ten.

< P >Their eyes were empty, as if their whole world collapsed in an instant.

< p > and probably it was.

< p > but it wasn't my fault. < p > I wasn't their mother. < p > I did not ask for this responsibility.

< p > — Well, go in — M & oacute; Jer, and artificial joy sounded in his voice.

< p > children have taken a few uncertain step & oacute; w.

< p > their suitcases blurred traces on the floor.

< p > I didn't move. < p > I could not.

< p > because I felt I couldn't do it.

< p > in the evening I sat on the couch, clenching my fists.

< p > — I don't want this & mdash; I said quietly.

< p > m & oacute; Je husband looked at me with tired eyes.

< p > — They are my children. I had no choice.

< p > — But I had! < p > did not understand.

< p > did not understand that I was not ready to become a mother for someone who does not even want me.

< p > because the children looked at me as if they knew that I did not want them in this house. < p > and it hurt. < p > but even more the thought that I would have to pretend it was different. < p > The first night was the most difficult. < p > The girl cried in the room for a long time.

< p > I heard her quiet sobbing.

< p > The boy stared at the ceiling, not m & oacute; not a word.

< p > m & oacute; Jer, entered their room, pr & oacute; blessing them.

< p > and I was lying in our bedroom and wondered if I would ever feel good in this house.

< p > because I knew one. < p > It will never be our home again. < p > Now it was them.

< p > and I was alien to it.