I stole my husband out of the family and I have never regretted it. It may sound too arrogant, but I am the kind of person who thinks you have to fight for your happiness. I’ve never understood those who live together because they have to or because everyone else does. I am not everyone, and I decided in my youth that I would be happy.
My first marriage was hardly ideal. We got married when we were at university, and I only now realize that neither of us were ready for that. Then a daughter was born, but my husband was just confused. Apparently, he wasn’t ready. He ended up disappearing to work and spending more and more time with friends. At times I felt like I had two children, but how to save the situation I didn’t know. Naturally, my crush quickly passed, but we were in no hurry to separate, even though we both understood that there was no point in living together.
When my husband was transferred to a new office, we made a lot of friends. We became very close with one couple, went to the cottage, had dinner parties. I had hoped to the last that this would somehow help to reanimate the relationship, but it turned out to be quite the opposite.
One summer we were vacationing with these friends at the cottage for a few days. One night I couldn’t sleep and decided to explore the surroundings, Andrew came to keep me company. We talked with him until morning, managing to discuss everything from painting to black holes. Of course, the topic of relationships was also discussed. It turned out that things were not so smooth between Andrew and his wife, either.
As we were splitting up, I realized that something in me had changed and that I couldn’t leave things the way they were. I wrote about this to Andrew and it turned out that my feelings were mutual. Once I stayed alone at home I invited him over, and that night became magical and pivotal – we decided everything for ourselves.
Of course there were scandals and tantrums. My husband tried to show he didn’t care, but in the end he gave in, admitting that he had wanted to leave for a long time, there just wasn’t the right occasion. Andrew’s wife – that’s a separate story! She was literally ripping off my phone, flooding social networks and messengers with threats, but my lover was with me, so I stood firm. As soon as she gave Andrew a divorce, we got married.
And no, this life story is not about a boomerang, it’s a story about two people who are happy. We are still married and raising beautiful children who have never seen scolding or scandal, they have been surrounded by love and care. When they call me a divorcee, I just smile and proudly say, “yes, I stole my husband out of the family, and I don’t regret it at all!” Let them be jealous.
