I got married on the fly and was very proud of how noble I was. At first, everything was fine. With the birth of my daughter, we had more worries. For the first few weeks, I tried to help my wife with everything, but I had friends around, all of whom were single. They were having fun, I was running around with my family. It was nasty. I decided that my wife and I needed to have some fun. We started leaving our daughter with her grandmothers and going to cafes and restaurants. My wife has never been a chic girl, and with the birth of the child, she disappeared altogether. Against the backdrop of everyone’s brilliance, she was losing out. In addition, she was always drawn home. She would call to check on the baby every half hour, and in between she would sit there sleepy and bored. It was annoying for me. There were cheerful, reckless girls around, open to any relationship, and I was a handsome man with a chicken wife. No, she should not have been around.
And gradually I excluded her from going out. I also bought a cool car and became a popular guy. At least I had enough brains not to get into a serious relationship. So, for a couple of days. The more I got involved in these relationships without commitment, the more unpleasant it was to return home. So one day I just packed my things, told my wife that I didn’t love her anymore, and left. About three months later, I changed jobs and saw her there. This was truly a dream woman. Slim, beautiful, elegant and smart to boot. I started flirting with her and realized that you can’t just take this fortress. She only smiled, but did not let me get close to her. Six months of courtship did not yield any results. But one day she screwed up at work, and I covered for her.
She said that I was in trouble, so I took the chance: “We’ll be even if you let me give you a ride today. She agreed. In the car, I continued my attack, sounding like a nightingale, and suggested that we go to a restaurant. “And then what?” she asked me with a challenge. “I’m ready to get married,” I replied seriously. I began to assure her fervently that I was over the divorce, that my marriage was a mistake, that I had only now realized what true love was. “I hate it,” she said quietly. “You wanted to marry, you wanted to leave, you wanted to divorce,” she continued, “You are a clueless and unaware person, just like my father. And don’t you dare talk to me about love, you don’t know what it is.
She walked away, and I sat there burning with shame. After all, she was right. I abandoned my child, blamed all the responsibility on my wife. It was not easy to come back and earn my wife’s trust again. But she forgave me. I went out of my way to atone for my guilt to my wife and to my daughter. I did not skimp on gifts for my wife, I insisted that she spend more on herself. And my wife blossomed. How could I not notice how beautiful she was before? That girl and I still work together. We communicate only at the level of hello for now. But we know what I owe her. And only I know how grateful I am to her.
