hree years ago I got married because my girlfriend was pregnant. We didn’t have a strong love affair with Sarah, we went for walks together, had a rest, we were comfortable with each other, but we didn’t feel anything more. When she told me she was pregnant, I, as a decent man, immediately proposed marriage.
When Alina was born, our relationship with Sarah began to grow stronger. We respected each other, understood each other and supported each other in everything, which is why we felt warm to each other. I realized that I lacked that true and passionate love to be happy, but I wasn’t going to change anything until I met her.
It happened when I was sent to the eastern regions to defend my native land. We lived in a village and that’s where I met Rebecca. With her, I experienced everything I could only dream of. I knew I had found the one and told my wife about it. She took it calmly, as if the main thing was that I came back alive, and then life would put everything in its place.
I spent wonderful days and nights with Rebecca, running away to her as soon as I had the opportunity, but she was terribly jealous and forbade me to communicate with my wife. I didn’t argue, and then she gave me a choice – either her or my daughter. I thought the choice was obvious, because I love this woman so much. Finally, I decided to call Sarah to clarify the situation and tell my daughter that from now on, Daddy would call less often.
– “Why is that, Daddy? I miss you so much!” my daughter said, and the veil fell from my eyes. How could I have thought that some woman was more important to me than my child?
I could not be happy with Rebecca. This woman did not want me to communicate with my own daughter, she did not give me a choice.
Soon I will return home and I hope that my wife will be able to forgive me for everything, or at least not limit my communication with my daughter, because now I realized that everything I dreamed of I have already received!
