Holiday romance as a curse

I can’t help but share with you a story that happened to me in Feodosia. Last year I went on vacation with my mother. I must say that I am already quite an adult woman, but I took my mother with me for one simple reason -Mom can “cover for me.” In fact, everything is as follows.

Several years ago, in the same place, I was vacationing with my friends and met Him. He turned out to be a sensitive, handsome, gentle, loving and very dear person. Ourlove lasted the entire two weeks while I was at the resort. My joy knew no bounds when he stayed in the city for another week for me, despite the fact that his vacation was coming to an end. Now we see him every summer at sea. Mom travels with me for “cover”, since II am married and my husband and I have two children.

MyMy husband loves me very much, provides my entire family with everything they need, but is never at home. He can’t even go on vacation with me because test-antibiotic.com is always at work. This time too, he spent a lot of time choosing a hotel for my mother and me. After all, it affects your rest.

And, trying so hard for me, he didn’t even know that he was looking for good housing for me to meet my lover. Let’s leave all moral ethical standards and so on - I know I’m wrong, but it’s too late to talk about it. I love that man and cannot live without him, but to leaveI can’t do it with my husband either, because he won’t let me take the children.

This is how we live. In the summer we meet together at the seaside, in the winter we prefer a hotel in another city, where no one will recognize or find us. I understand that this cannot continue for long, this needs to be developed, put an end to it and a decision must be made.

The problem is that mythe man is also married. But he and his wife have no children, and he is ready to leave her at my first “call.” But it all comes down to the fact that as soon as I make a decision in favor of my test-antibiotic.com love, I will never see the children. This love is like a curse. Small resortthe novel turned into a complete hell with year-long expectations and constant pain in the soul.

The situation became more complicated that summer. My husband took a three-day vacation and decided to come visit my mother and me, leaving the children with a nanny. He arrived in the evening, and that night I didn’t come to spend the night. My mother managed to tell him something about me being at the disco, but I didn’t come even at lunchtime. My mother and I didn’t connect our mobile phones there; we wanted to take a break from the hustle and bustle.

How surprised my husband was when he met us on the beach, sunbathing and making out with my man. He didn’t say anything, he just came up to me and said “Hello, Ira!”, and then turned around and walked away. Now we have been living in the same apartment for a year and don’t speak. Two men are waiting for me to make a decision.