My family life has completely changed, or rather collapsed.
My husband and I had been together for eighteen years, and after all that, I was still trying to rebuild our love. When we got married, we thought we could conquer the whole world with our love. At that time, we had already been dating for 3 years and were confident in each other, and then we faced many challenges. From financial problems to misunderstandings in raising children. However, we always sought compromises and moved forward together.
When we felt that something was wrong, we organized dates and vacations for two and thus renewed our passion and love. But at one point, everything changed.
I don’t understand how it happened to us. We were both tired. No one wanted to restore anything, we just lived together like good roommates.
We both lost interest in each other. And no, my husband did not start cheating on me, but I did. We had a new employee at work, and I was training him, so we spent a lot of time together and had lunch together. We had time not only for work-related issues, but also for personal ones, so I didn’t even notice how we were gone after work. My brain was so caught up in my passion for my husband that I couldn’t help it.
My lover was younger than me, so passionate evenings were a real pleasure for me. My husband had no place to go to him. Now I am ashamed of all this and these thoughts, but at the time it seemed right. I was brought back to reality by the first romantic dinner in a long time, prepared by my husband and flowers as a gift. I was frightened by his sudden display of attention, but then he seemed to remember that I was his wife. He drove me to work, gave me gifts, cooked dinners, everything was just like many years ago.
Before I knew it, I had forgotten about my lover and fell in love with my husband again. We became those young people again, who could not do without a kiss and wanted to stay in each other’s arms in the morning and walk in the park in the evening. Our son and daughter also noticed that everything was back to normal and became much happier.
After that, we learned to compromise and meet each other halfway. We wanted to walk together again, not be neighbors.
There was no limit to my elation. One morning, I found out I was pregnant, but something prevented me from telling my husband right away. I decided to go to the doctor first. He congratulated me on the joyful event and told me that I was 3 months pregnant. Then my mind started to spin that the child could be from my husband or from my former lover. The thought of it made me want to cry. I was not myself when I returned home.
The next days passed in a fog. I was torturing myself, not knowing what to do. Both my husband and children noticed that something was wrong with me and started asking questions, but I could only cry. A week later, I finally decided to show my husband the ultrasound photo. He looked at me and laughed: “Do you really think I didn’t know anything about you and your boyfriend? Let me guess. All these days you’ve been thinking about how to live your life and what a great revenge I’m going to take on you when I find out.
A hundred thoughts were running through my head, but I could only squeeze out this one: “Yes.”
– My God, you’re still as naive as you were in your youth. Of course, I knew about everything, but I don’t plan to take revenge. Whose child it is, I want to become his father, and let this week of torment be a lesson to you that you cannot destroy what has been built over the years. Now pull yourself together and smile, because we still have to tell the children everything.
I was afraid to move. It seemed like a dream or something, and then my husband spoke again: “Well, dear, we have a table at your favorite restaurant, so dress nicely! We are going to have a celebration today!”
