I have been in a “happy” marriage for seven years. My husband and I started dating since high school. After six years of romantic dates, he decided to propose to me. After graduating from university, we got married.
We started living near David’s parents. I still had a younger sister at home, so I was forced to leave my family home. I got a job as a teacher. My husband worked as a builder. He was abroad for some time. We lived in prosperity. We even bought our own house. The first year of family life was wonderful. My husband gave me gifts every month, we often went on vacation. We had romantic dinners almost every night.
But it didn’t last long. After the baby came, everything changed. David began to stay late at work, didn’t answer my calls, and didn’t spend the night at home several times. I reassured myself that this happens in many families, and I should just wait out this crisis. I had a baby, I was on maternity leave, I had much less money and more expenses. I put on extra pounds, so I didn’t feel as attractive as I used to. But I still hoped that our relationship would get better. Eventually, I decided to have another child. Only motherhood brought me pleasure.
David stopped bringing money home. Everyone around us was talking about his affairs. He often came home drunk. And then I went to work, leaving the children with my grandmother.
One day I came home faster and saw a strange woman in our bedroom. She was dressed in the same underwear. I didn’t even know what to say. Then David came out of the bathroom. He didn’t notice me. The mistress quickly threw on her clothes and ran away, but the man didn’t care. He calmly dressed and went to the kitchen to smoke. I cried for a long time and couldn’t understand what was happening to me. David did not say a word.
Time passed, and similar situations became frequent in our family life. I had heard that men can be unfaithful, but to be so brazen. How dare he bring another woman into our home? I felt emotionally broken. My life became unbearable. I was constantly thinking about how to escape from everything, where to go, how to live my life. I had two small children on my shoulders.
Then I decided to take an important step. I wrote to my friend, who had gone to work abroad and left her apartment empty. She agreed to rent it to me, even though I had to pay only for utilities. That very day, I packed my things with my children, ordered a taxi, and went to another city. After two weeks of living there, I enrolled my children in a kindergarten and found a job. We have enough money to pay for utilities and living expenses.
My ex still shows no desire to participate in the upbringing of the children. Recently, I met a man at work who immediately sank into my soul. And he doesn’t care that I have two children. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. Perhaps this is why it was worth daring to leave everything behind and start a new life. The main thing is not to be afraid of change.
