When I was 40 and my husband was 45, we wanted to have a third child. But we couldn’t do it. Well, we blamed everything on age, and I thought, well, I will not risk it, because doctors recommend giving birth before 35.
We made a unanimous decision to take a child from an orphanage. When we went with my husband to meet the children, we decided: whoever catches our eye first – we choose him. It turned out to be a beautiful, blue-eyed Alex. It took him a little more than 6 months to adapt to our family. Our children spent a lot of time with their brother.
At first, he was closed and modest. We all tried to make him happy. But we had to change 4 kindergartens because of his aggressive behavior. He fought with everyone, we can even say – beat. At school, the same story continued. The director constantly called us, we have already tried everything with him, even took him to a psychologist, but in vain.
Our children had already graduated from universities, lived abroad, and my husband was tired of making out with Alex, he was tired of constant scandals, problems – and left us.
Sasha left the 9th grade, or rather, barely reached it. He started drinking, using illegal substances.
I suffered a lot with him. I spent so much money so that he would not be detained in prison. I referred to the fact that I was raising him alone, without a husband.
They felt sorry for me and let me go, but in return I had to pay a decent amount several times. And he did not care. He continued as before. And now I am 60, I am without a husband, my children are far away, they live on other continents. And Alex is in prison. I lost my whole life with one decision that I thought I was making for the good. It turned out to be a hell of a thing…
