My husband and I divorced when our daughter was twelve years old. We separated because he had been living with me and a young mistress for two years. I initiated the process when I found out about his adultery. My daughter took our divorce hard, she begged me not to send her father away, but I was offended in my feelings and did not tolerate the humiliation.
He left for his mistress and my daughter and I stayed in my two-room apartment. When he left, my ex promised to visit, call, and remember her for the rest of my life. But he dated my daughter for six months, called for another six months, and then he forgot all about her. His mistress had a son, so he took care of him, why else would he think about his daughter. And he did not pay alimony, because I did not demand it.
From time to time rumors about his existence reached me through mutual acquaintances. Twelve years had passed. I was able to raise my daughter on my own, to put her on her feet. She graduated from university, got married, lived in his one-room apartment, both worked and enthusiastically earned themselves a three-room apartment. I’m doing well too, no longer have to work three jobs to raise and educate my daughter. I have enough money to live and relax on my own.
And this idyll, for the second time, broke my ex. Showed up at my door, told me he realized his mistakes, he’s sorry, and he’s asking me to take him back. I shoved him under my nose and kicked him out. So this abomination decided to act through our daughter. He came to her, and she was happy to see her daddy. So she accepts him. A grown-up, she has her own mind. But she demands that I forgive him and accept him.
– You do not want to give a man a chance! – she takes offense.
– I may have given a man a chance. But not this filth!
I, through the same mutual friends, I found out that his girlfriend has found a new boyfriend, and threw him out. Now it all made sense.
