My husband and I had been married for eighteen years. I considered myself a happy woman. Recently, our third child, a long-awaited daughter, was born. But less than two months later, Peter announced that he was in love with someone else. And not just anyone, but my best friend. You can imagine what I went through at that moment.
I have known Peter for a long time. Our parents were friends, and they lived in the neighborhood. I was much younger than he was, so for a long time he perceived me as nothing more than a neighborhood girl and the daughter of his parents’ friends. But at the graduation ceremony, he seemed to have an epiphany and finally saw that he was no longer a little girl, but a beautiful adult.
After school, he asked me to go out with him, and when I turned nineteen, Peter proposed. I agreed right away. He was a good man, and after we had children, I felt like the happiest woman.
Even though we wanted children much later, after four months of living together, I realized that I was pregnant. When our son was born, I just glowed with happiness. Peter turned out to be a caring father and a wonderful husband. He was the one who insisted that I finish my studies and get my diploma, while my husband transferred to a part-time program and found a job. His parents offered us to live with them, and we agreed. We didn’t always get along with my mother-in-law, but that didn’t stop us. Soon our second son was born. With the arrival of another child, we became much closer. By then, Peter was already working in a good position, which allowed us to buy an apartment in the city center. Later, we started our own business.
Our neighbors on the floor were also a young couple, so we managed to quickly find a common language with them. Rebecca was a sweet and polite girl. We often visited each other. Rebecca asked me for advice on raising her son, because she was still very young. That’s how we became best friends.
We started to become friends as families. But, to tell you the truth, Rebecca and I were closer than our husbands. I shared literally everything with her, we often went shopping together, for coffee, sat together for a long time and talked about everything. We were best friends.
We often went on vacation with our families: to the mountains, to the sea, to the forest with tents. Seven years passed like that. And then I got pregnant for the third time. Our family was prosperous, so I had no doubts about giving birth.
But this pregnancy was very difficult. I was tired, constantly sleepy, and had terrible back pain. I was admitted to the hospital, where I stayed on support until the end of my pregnancy to avoid premature birth. But in the end, our daughter was born.
My husband came to my discharge with the children and a big bouquet of flowers.
But during my absence, he changed a lot. We stopped spending time together, he disappeared from the house, stopped helping me with the children. Then he even confronted me with the fact that he was filing for divorce because he had met another woman.
That woman was no one else, but my best friend and neighbor Rebecca. So I was betrayed by two of my closest friends. Peter left the apartment we bought to me and the children, and he and Rebecca started renting a place together. Her son stayed with her ex-husband.
Officially, Peter and I are still married, because our daughter is not yet one year old. Despite his meanness, I still love him and believe that we will be together. I don’t understand why he did this to us and how to bring my husband back to the family…
