Taken from life. “My son's wife betrayed him, and I still have to pretend that everything is fine”: for the good of the children

Sometimes I look at their wedding photo, hanging in a frame above the dresser. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/7de356/620x0/1/0/2024/11/30/ix1hgwzrpmguoe2ueyplgtsd7dijiuhuda7qcbwu.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (182,172,168,1)" > < p > smiling, in love, young.

< p > then I believed that they would create a family I always dreamed of & ndash; stable, faithful, based on respect. < p > I did not know that one day this frame would start to remind only of a lie in which we all live now. ~ 60 > < p > m & oacute; j son was in love with ears. ~ 60 > from the first meeting m & oacute; he was delighted with her. < p > he saw the best in it.

< p > A I ?

< p > I & hellip; pr & oacute; I caused to trust his election.

< p > though intuition & ndash; this mother's & ndash; She whispered something else for me.

< p > A few months ago I noticed that M & oacute; j son is dim. < p > returned p & oacute; Silent as if he were not there.

> I didn't want to wrap M & Amp; Oacute; and I didn't want to press.

until he finally confessed, with tears in his eyes:

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, she betrayed me. ” < p > I stopped my breath.

< p > — & bdquo; with Kim ? & Amp; RDQUO;

< P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; with a colleague from work. She knew I would find out about it. She did it consciously. & Amp;

< p > I wanted to go to her immediately.

< p > say what I think about her.

< p > throw away all anger, b & oacute; l, & oacute; d.

< p > but then m & oacute; j son said something else:

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; I don't want children to know anything. For them everything must look normal. & Amp;

< p > and yes & Hellip; I entered the role of which & oacute; ra tears me every day into pieces.

< p > grandchildren run to me smiling, and I tear them, having a picture of their mother in my head in the arms of another man. < p > We sit together at the table.

< p > she serves the soup, as if nothing happened.

< p > laughs at me, m & oacute; wi < p > A I & Hellip; I smile through clenched teeth because I can't afford anger.

< p > no if their small eyes look straight at me.

< p > I play each day

< p > for my son, which & oacute; ry with b & oacute; lem tolerates this game.

< p > for children who do not understand anything.

< p > for the appearance of & oacute; in which & oacute; they hold this family entirely like a thin thread.

< p > but nobody sees how the soul is slowly inside.

< p > I would like to ask her:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; How could you do it to someone who gave you everything ? & ~ rdquo;

< p > but I can't.

< p > because I learned that sometimes the greatest strength is silence in the name of higher values.

< p > and sometimes & hellip; This silence is the greatest suffering.

< p > and although I still play & ndash; It is getting harder and harder to breathe in this theater of lies.

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