Taken from life. “When the husband has gone forever, his secrets began to come out: the child on the side and lover was just the beginning

I thought mourning was the worst thing that could happen to me. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/e06daf/620x0/1/0/2024/11/11/kosypjvcqa5g0ffjcuqmqmmd9uwelmeyxdj6fer.jpg" alt = "widow @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (81.74.52.1)" > < p > that the biggest b & oacute; lem is to bury someone with whom he spent p & oacute; ły life. When the husband died M “oacute; Je husband & ndash; Suddenly, unexpectedly & ndash; The world stopped in place. I was alone, in silence, which I did not even notice before.

< p > We have been together for over 20 years. Of course, as in marriage & ndash; R & oacute; But I trusted him. I believed that although not ideal, he was M & Amp; Oacute; J. And then & Hellip; Then hell began.

< p > A woman came first. I didn't know her. She was about thirty years old. She stood in the door, with her child's hand. She said only: < br />< br /> & amp. & AMP; BDQUO; I'm sorry. He was also the father of my son. I wanted you to know. < P >I felt the world removed from my n & oacute; g. I thought: & AMP; Bdquo; it's a joke. It's not him. Not m & oacute; juar. & Amp; rdquo; But she had evidence. Photos. News. < p > later & ndash; inheritance documents. It turned out that M & Amp; Oacute; Jer has been maintaining a second family for years. I haven't calmed down yet when the next message came & Amp; Ndash; Testament. < p > saved plot, about which & oacute; Rej thought that it belonged to us, was prescribed & hellip; for a lover. Not on me. Not on our children. For her. Because & bdquo; helped him in difficult moments &.

< p > I don't know which & oacute; re exactly meant. Maybe when I worked for two jobs and he “stayed longer at work.” I started searching the documents. I looked through the phone, an old computer. The more I discovered, the less I knew a man with whom I slept for two decades.

< p > hidden accounts. I had no idea about which I had no idea. Love letters, photos, hotel tickets. I couldn't believe that it all happened behind my back. That my whole life was based on illusion.

< p > I'm alone today. But not in mourning after him. I am in mourning. After a woman who believed, trusted, gave her heart & Hellip; And kt & oacute; only after his death learned that her whole marriage was a spectacle of lies.

< p > worst in all this ? that I can't talk to him anymore. I can't ask: & why ? & & I can't even hear the miserable & I am sorry &.

< p > he left me with wounds, which have not healed for years. But one thing I know: I will not let the rest of my life be the shadow of his secret & oacute; w. Because although the truth hurts, it is my new freedom.