They say if you choose a very smart man as a husband, he will never cheat and will always be faithful to his wife, and he also knows what love and care are. That’s what my mother and grandmother always told me. So when I was a fairly advanced age, I did not even consider a man with dubious interests as a husband, I just did not see the point of even beginning such a relationship – that’s why? And then somehow through friends I met Philip. Philip graduated from a technical university, a very intelligent, goal-oriented young man.
I also graduated from university, although as a philologist. Nevertheless, we had a lot to talk about. We began to communicate first, we spent time together. And yes, I was very interested in this man, I was very happy with him. A year later when he asked me to marry him I agreed. We lived in the apartment that my grandmother had left me. The small one-room apartment was not bad enough for as long as there were two of us. And then I got pregnant, had a son, and a year later a daughter.
We did not have enough space, money too. That’s when Philip went into business. I didn’t work, I watched the kids, but I always supported him in everything. More than once we had such moments when all the money ran out, we were left with nothing. Nevertheless, we kept trying, believing that one day we would still be able to have everything we wished for. A few years of effort and our business began to thrive. We lived well, our children went to the best schools and then to institutions. I could do whatever I wanted to do, different hobbies.
My husband also had his own interests – he often went on trips with his friends. I did not mind – he performed his role as a breadwinner to the fullest extent, he was entitled to his personal time. And our relationship was kind of good, there was always love and respect in it. In short, everything was good. I couldn’t even think that all of a sudden everything could change.
One weekend my husband got sick, the ambulance took him away, and a couple of hours later he was gone. Just like that, as if he had never existed. Not only were my children and I waiting for a huge grief at the loss of a loved one, but also the news, which none of us expected. It turned out that for five years my husband had been having an affair with a young lady who was old enough to be his daughter. That’s where he went on vacation. He left all his property to her – the business, the house, the cottage, the car. Everything, the children and I were left without anything. There is no limit to my shock. How could he do this, how could he do this. And while he was alive, he walked the earth and knew that his own family will be left even without a roof over their heads. I don’t know how to go on living.
