I am now 52 years old. And I have nothing. I have no wife, family, children, or job—I have nothing…

 

My name is Victor. My wife and I were together for 30 years. I always earned the family’s livelihood, and my wife took care of the house. I didn’t want her to work. I was pleased that she was at home. But over time, she began to irritate me.

We lived together, respecting each other, but the love faded. I thought it was normal. It suited me. And then everything changed. One evening in a bar, I met Christine. She was 20 years younger than me. She was beautiful, kind, and funny. Like a dream come true.

We started dating, and soon she became my lover. After two months, I realized I no longer wanted to lie to my wife. I didn’t want to come home after work. I understood that I loved Christine and wanted her to be my wife.

A few days later, I told my wife the truth. She didn’t make a scene. She remained calm. I thought she didn’t love me either, which is why she took it so calmly. But only now do I understand how much I hurt Maria.

We divorced. We sold the apartment where we had spent many years together. Christine insisted that I not leave the apartment to my ex-wife. That’s exactly what I did. Maria bought herself a studio apartment. I, using our savings, bought Christine a two-room apartment.

I didn’t help my ex-wife; I didn’t give her a penny. I knew she had no money and wouldn’t find a job immediately. But at that time, I didn’t care. Our sons didn’t want to talk to me. They felt I had betrayed their mother and couldn’t forgive me.

At that time, I didn’t care much. Christine was pregnant, and we eagerly awaited the birth of the child. Soon, a son was born. But the boy didn’t resemble either me or Christine. My friends doubted whether he was my child. I didn’t want to listen to them.

Life with Christine wasn’t going well. I had to work a lot, take care of the house and the child. Christine only demanded money and was always going out. The house was a mess, and meals were never cooked. She would return at three or four in the morning, smelling of alcohol, and start arguments over trivial matters.

Eventually, I lost my job. I was tired, angry, and performed my duties poorly. For three years, my life was like this. Then my brother, who never liked Christine and doubted that the child was mine, forced me to take a DNA test. It turned out he wasn’t my son.

We divorced immediately after everything came to light. During this time, I had no contact with my wife or sons. After divorcing Christine, I decided to return to my first wife. I bought flowers, wine, cake, and went to her. It turned out Maria no longer lived there. The new owner gave me her new address.

I went there. A man opened the door. It turned out Maria had found a good job and married her colleague. She was happy and doing well.

Some time later, I met her in a café. I asked her to come back to me. She looked at me like I was a fool and walked away. Now I understand what a mistake I made. What did I want? What did I achieve? Why did I leave my wife and marry a young girl?

I am now 52 years old. And I have nothing. I have no wife, no job, and even my sons don’t want to talk to me. I lost everything that was most precious to me. And it’s entirely my fault. Unfortunately, I will never be able to correct this mistake…

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I am now 52 years old. And I have nothing. I have no wife, family, children, or job—I have nothing…