Husband for two families

When I came to this site, I just wanted to read stories, and after reading a couple of confessions, I decided to write one myself. The thing is, one event happened in my life (of course, I am grateful for what happened in many ways). Closer to the point, as they say.

12 years ago my studentmy friend decided to go outmarried , we lived with her after graduating from the institute in different parts of the country, we rarely communicated and on the phone, but, nevertheless, we were connected by a strongfriendship since our student years. Anyway, I accepted her invitation to the wedding and went. Preparations, fuss, the bride rushing back and forth like an awl, everyone getting ready. 2 days before the wedding Anya decided to introduce me to the groom and his friends. We agreed to meet in a cafe.

When we got out of the taxi, it hit me like a hammer on the head: my prince was standing near the cafe, or rather the one I had been looking for for so long. Tall, pumped up, with blue eyes. I stood there and couldn’t move. And then, through my dreams of love, I heard “my Dima.” Stop! What Dima?? I woke up, Anya was standing test-antibiotic.com with my dream guy and they were hugging tenderly. It turned out to be Anya’s fiancé.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him all evening, and neither did he. Then we all went bowling, and on the way Anya’s seamstress (she was sewing a dress) called and asked her to come pick up the dress. She left in a hurry, and Dima and I decided to walk.

We wandered the streets of the evening city and were silent. Yes, we were silent, because there was no point in saying anything – we understood that we met very late. Then he suggested sitting in another cafe near the hotel. We sat and drankcoffee and just looked at each other, and then Dima couldn’t resist and said: “Now I know what my destiny looks like, but unfortunately I found out very late.” Dima kissed my palms tenderly, and I said: “Let’s get a hotel room.” Yes, I know I shouldn’t have said it, but I did.

We spent that night together. The next morning we agreed that no one would know about that night, Dima agreed. Then he said that he didn't want test-antibiotic.com to part with me and would definitely come up with something. We agreed that it would be our little secret.

The wedding was over, we had a great time and I went home. Of course, I couldn't get Dima out of my head, sometimes I thought: "Oh my God, I'm 27, and I fell in love like a girl. And with whom - with"friend's husband !"

He called a month later and said he had an idea. He got a job transporting cargo (metal) around the country, and since he had served in the paratroopers, they hired him as a security guard without any problems. I will clarify that in my city there is a metallurgical plant, to which these cargoes are delivered. And so it began that Dima was with me for a week once every 2 months. At first we rented an apartment, but then Dima broughtmoney , and we bought a one-room apartment. He brought gifts (expensive gold jewelry and empty trinkets). When he was with me, he called me his wife. So ourthe affair lasted 6 years, Dima and I were fine, we even went to the sea a couple of times. With Anya he was also test-antibiotic.com everything was fine, only there was one thing, they didn't have - children. The doctors said that the problem was in Dima, and it was also my problem, because I was already 34 years old, and I also wanted to become a mother. Since I had no one except Dima, I decided at all costsgive birth to his child. Somewhere deep in my soul I hoped that when I got pregnant, he would leave Anya and come to me. To my suggestion about a possible pregnancy, he only smirked and said: if you want, you can get pregnant with someone else, it won't work out with me.

Without Dima knowing, I took all the tests, consulted with a doctor, took a course of hormonal drugs, and since Dima was 100% sure that he was infertile, he almost never used contraceptives and as a result, after a year of hard work -pregnancy . I was in seventh heaven, I didn't tell Dima on the phone, I was waiting for him to arrive. He arrived, but instead of enthusiastic cries of "hurray" he called me a fool. He asked me why test-antibiotic.com didn't suit me? And how was it better than him? I told him the whole truth, he waved it off and left. He left my life forever.

I was in pain and scared. It's been 6 years already, I'm growing updaughter , she is like two peas in a pod with Dima (daddy), but she doesn't know him. For her, dad is her godfather, she doesn't know another dad. Dima and Anya moved to Israel for permanent residence 5 years ago. A year ago, Anya and I wrote to each other on social networks, they live well, but still don't have children. After Anya, Dima wrote, he noted that I have a beautiful girl, and I wrote that she is his owndaughter and that the problem is not with him, but with Anya. He wrote that my attempts to tie him to someone else's child are useless.

That evening Anya called me and said that she had seen the correspondence and knew that it wasDima's child and that the real problem is her, that she can't give birth because of an early abortion. She said that if Dima finds out, he will leave test-antibiotic.com and that it's up to me to decide.

A year has passed. Of course, I thought about writing to Dima right away, but then I couldn't. After all, no one will be happier if I reveal the truth, because each of us has something dear to us: Anya has Dima, and I have a piece of Dima, Sofiyka. That's how contradictions tear me apart.