I want to tell the life story of a friend of mine who is jokingly called “The Black Widow.
When she was young, she married the man she loved and had a beautiful daughter. According to her story, her family life was not very successful. Her husband liked to have a good time and often drank alcohol. She is a young, educated girl, with higher economic education, she got a job as an economist-accountant. Such a wasted life ruined the man, he died unexpectedly to all the people around him.
The years go by, a woman needs to arrange her personal life. She cried and kept on crying, she had to raise her child. She began to meet another young man. We had known each other for a long time, we decided to give it a try. Everything was nice and sweet. Both partners plunged headlong into the new love. The affair ended with marriage. Another little daughter was born. The parents couldn’t wait to have both girls. Nothing seemed to suggest trouble. But one day a man was diagnosed, was given a disability group and literally within a few years he passed away. A widow was left with two children from different fathers.
There was no limit to her grief. How to live alone. Everyone was worried that the woman would lose herself. But it so happened that after all she found her destiny. For work I had to travel often to the district. The man was married, but the family had no children of their own, it did not work out. We wanted a full family very much, so we decided to take a child from an orphanage. Everything worked out, we adopted. But by chance the foster father met our twice widow. He fell in love with her and started dating. The wife found out. There was a lot of fighting, scandals. Women even fought in a public place when they met, the police separated them. But he did leave the family.
In this situation you can understand both women. The first woman tried to keep her husband with her adopted child. They had lived together for a long time, they had built a family, made plans for the future. Not everyone would dare to take that step, to take someone else’s child. The second woman met love after so much loss and disappointment. Officially they decided not to get married for their personal reasons. He moved in with her.
A few years later another daughter came into the family. Three girls by different men. The husband’s happiness had no limits. He had already resigned himself to the idea that he would never have children of his own. And now, at such a mature age, his own blood, his own heiress.
That’s how it is in life. Everyone has their own happiness waiting for them. As they say, all in good time.
