My husband and I were married for 20 years. I took care of the family and brought up our son. Everything was on me, and my husband for all these years did not even know how to earn enough money and run a household.
The father was never interested in the life of his son. He did not care where he walked and how he studied. So I had to look for him in the yards and pull him out of bad companies. And at the same time I had to bring my father home. The man only slept at home, and in the morning went to the factory. He was paid a pittance there, but he spent even that money on himself. All this did not prevent him from considering himself the main man in the family. His friends often came to visit us. They would sit in the kitchen until late at night, and then I would wash the dishes and clean up for another hour.
To make ends meet, I also had to work constantly. I disappeared at work from morning to evening and did not even notice when my son became closer to his father. They started spending a lot of time together. My son took an example from my husband.
I turned into a servant in my own house. No one was interested in my affairs or my well-being. All my son cared about was food and money.
When he grew up, I persuaded him to enter a vocational school to become a mechanic. I hoped that he would be able to earn some money in the future. However, he did not want to study at all, so he was expelled very quickly.
This was the last straw. I decided to file for divorce. I bought a one-room apartment, and left my son and my husband to live alone. Then my life became much easier, because I no longer had to clean up after others or cook large pots of food.
And my son no longer demanded money from me. Before, he had always manipulated my motherly feelings to benefit himself. And when I asked him to come to his senses and change, he only nodded approvingly, but did not even think of doing it.
Later I got married for the second time. My new husband turned out to be sensitive, caring and wealthy. We moved to his apartment, and I rented out my own place. My ex-husband and son were not interested in my life, but when my boyfriend found out that I was living with another man, he said that I had to give him the one-room apartment. He argued that I was already provided with housing, and he also needed his own corner.
However, I left them our three-room apartment with all furniture, appliances and things. Isn’t it enough? Why do I have to please my son by sacrificing my rightful apartment?
Then he started coming and calling regularly. Now he was asking for money not only from me, but also from my husband.
My son not only accused me of being a bad mother, but also turned my ex-husband against me. He tried to convince me to give up the apartment, because sooner or later my son would get it anyway.
Eventually, my beloved got tired of it. He was offered a job in another city and I agreed to move with him. My hopes that my son will change have long faded. I will not get any help from him, and this way I can spend a happy old age.
We sold our apartments, pooled the money and bought a house.
A year has passed since then and I can say with confidence that I was not mistaken. Now I enjoy every day and no longer remember my former family, who did not appreciate me and was a burden.
What would you do if you were a woman?
