I stood at the kitchen counter, squeezing a cup of cold tea. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/826af9/620x0/1/0/2025/02/15/bfo4muaexcuv8qtdvz6qy3bhlxvsgmtveoxav8n.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; Husband confessed that he never wanted children & quot;: Now he wants to leave and start again " styles = "background-color: rgba (68,71,71,1)" > < p > Behind the door I heard the laughter of our children. Their voices were full of joy, carefree, life.
< p > A on ?
< p > He sat opposite me, with a face devoid of emotion.
< p > — I never wanted children — He said as if M & Amp; Oacute; he had something completely banal. < p > I felt my heart stops.< p > — What ? — I whispered, not believing in what I hear.
< p > looked at me with a tired eyes.< p > — You've always dreamed of a family. And I & Hellip; I wanted to make you happy.
< P >& Amp; MDASH; So you lied to me for years ?!< p > did not answer.
< p > because the answer was obvious.
< p > We met when we were still young. I had a picture of the perfect family in my head & ndash; house, children, co -& oacute; heat, heat, which will surround us.< p > he never questioned it.
< p > he was sensitive, caring, he agreed to everything I planned.
< p > and I believed that he wanted the same. < p > When our first son was born, I thought he was happy. < p > When C & Amp; Oacute; Rka was born, I believed that he feels fulfilled. < p > but now he looked at me as if I was guilty that his life did not look like he wanted.< P >& Amp; MDASH; I love you, but & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; He interrupted for a moment, as if he was looking for the right words. & Amp; MDASH; I feel that I can't live like that anymore.
< p > — This is how to live ?! & Amp; MDASH; & oacute; I felt my hands tremble.
< p > — I never wanted to. You know how I feel, returning to this house ? as in a cage.< p > I looked at him without understanding.
< p > — M & oacute; hang about our home. About our family. About children.
< p > — They are not my family — he said without hesitation. < p > I felt as if someone had stuck me in my heart.< p > — What now ? — I asked quietly.
< p > — I want to leave — He answered as if it was the simplest thing in the world.< p > — Simply yes ?
< p > — Yes< p > — And children ?
< p > shrugged.
< p > — You will be a better mother without me. I & Hellip; I am not suitable for this.
< p > I clenched my fists. < p > — And earlier you were fitting ?!< p > — PR & oacute; I was afraid. Really pr & oacute; I was
< p > He got up from the table and looked at me.
< p > — Forgive me.
< p > and then came out.
< p > did not look.
< p > did not look at the children. < p > did not say goodbye. < p > simply left our life, as if he had never been.< p > In the evening I sat at the son of my son.
< p > — Mom, where is dad ? — asked quietly. < p > — He had to leave — I answered by stroking his hair.< p > — Long ?
< p > I clenched my eyelids, stopping tears.< p > — Yes Honey. For a very long.
< p > I didn't tell them the truth. < p > because how could I tell them that their father never wanted them ?