My husband and I studied at the same university on different courses. We got married right after my graduation. We lived well, soon we had a daughter, whom my husband was crazy about.
Time passed. My daughter got married. One day I went to a sanatorium, and my son-in-law went to work in another city, and my daughter decided to live with us in the meantime. The first day in our house it happened that my daughter was poisoned. We did not know exactly what she ate, but we assumed that it was ham. Her father put her in the car and took her to the hospital.
The daughter told me that then there was joy on her father’s face, and she was very surprised. She stayed in the hospital until the evening, and in the evening decided to return home. The nurses persuaded her to stay until the morning, but the daughter missed her home so much that she wanted to be home a moment earlier.
She decided not to disturb her father, called a taxi and returned home. The light in our room (my father’s room at that time) was on. She knocked and came in. Her father was standing in the room, adjusting his T-shirt, and a woman was sitting on the bed, buttoning her jacket. Then the daughter understood why her father was so happy.
She grabbed the woman’s hair, shouted at them. The father barely managed to separate them. The father had no flaws in the eyes of his daughter, so she did not recover after what happened. When the mistress left and the daughter calmed down, the man surprised her even more.
– We have been dating for about 7 years. Not a word to my mother; I will solve everything.
But my daughter told me everything. I did not believe it. Or rather, I did not want to believe it. I lived in illusions for seven years. I don’t think I need to tell you how I felt then.
Yes, we divorced. He and his mistress moved to another city. I often ask myself: was I right to throw him out of the door? Couldn’t I have saved my family? But then I realize that I could not live under the same roof with a man who constantly lies and sees another woman in my place.
My daughter feels guilty about the divorce. She believes that she destroyed our family by telling about her father’s double life. But, apparently, she needs time to understand that she only made things better for me. Now I live alone. I devoted my whole life to work, I am looking forward to the appearance of grandchildren. And what else can I do? I am not living now, but existing.
