We fell in love while we were both still at university. In those days, we didnt even have enough money for a wedding bouquet, so my fiancé went out and picked wildflowers for me, and they truly were beautiful. I married when I was already expecting. After the wedding, we moved in with my mother. While I continued my studies, she helped us through it all. At first, my husband and I got along wonderfully. We would go for walks together, raising our son as a team. My husband was always there to help with the baby. Every morning, we’d wake side by side, eager to see our little boy.
He worked wherever he could, determined to provide for us. He took on a job as a porter with a company, working there for four years. Eventually, he made the decision to start his own businessa small corner shop. Our fortunes slowly improved. We managed to build ourselves a house and even bought a car. There was nothing we felt we had to do without. My husband encouraged me to leave my job and look after our home instead, and I agreed.
Our son graduated from the School of Economics, and my husband brought him into the business as our accountant. But after only a few days, my son came to me with distressing newsmy husband had been unfaithful. I suddenly faced a painful choice: to demand a divorce or to pretend nothing had happened. I chose silence, hoping that my husband would tire of this affair and that the matter would quietly end. Yet two months later, he confessed everything to me. The other woman was carrying his child.
My husband insisted he didnt want a divorce, saying we had a good life together. He intended to live with this other woman but promised to provide for me and to support our sons future as well.
Now I feel adrift and out of place, as if the world I knew has vanished. In my mind, I still see the memory of our first meeting and the wildflowers he once gave me, so many years ago.
