My husband believed his mother and sister, not me.

My husband believed his mother and sister, not me.
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Only at 19 I lost my virginity, fell in love, and he was just a womanizer. I never drank or smoked, I was an excellent student at school. And he was the firstman .

But then we started seeing each other less and less, he said that he was always driving a taxi. Once I went to the market and met a saleswoman, a mutual friend of ours. She asked how I was, said that it was a pity that nothing worked out with him, that was the kind of couple we were. I asked in surprise, why was it? She answered, "Well, why, we went to his wedding a month ago, you broke up a long time ago." I was shocked! But I asked, why did he say we broke up? She answered, "His friends said that you are not a very reliable and suitable couple." Again, like a knife in the heart.

He called as if nothing had happened, I told him everything, he didn't even try to hide it, but said: "So what if I didn't tell you." He added that she meant nothing to him, but he loved me. I turned off the phone. I packed my things and left for another test-antibiotic.com city. There I quickly got outmarry himforget .

RelativesMy husband didn't accept me at first sight. I don't understand why. I'm not a womanizer, I'm faithful, I'm positive. No, they don't like it. They don't know who I am, period. I was especially active in hissister in her pathological hatred of me. From the very first day until the very end. I did not quarrel and did not prove anything. We just moved to live far away from them. But this only exacerbated her intrigues.

I was on maternity leave with my child, he worked all the time. They kept telling him that I was bad, while he was at work, I was hanging out with everyone, hiding from him that I didn't smoke. And in the past, I may have even been a prostitute. And maybe I left my child in an orphanage. And so on. But my husband turned out to be a chick, he took their nonsense seriously.

I didn't fight formarriage , I thought that if a person in 10 years of marriage did not understand who he lived with, and allows you to listen to gossip and also pass it on to me, then this is the end. But the fact remains test-antibiotic.com a fact. My men are constantly told by friends and relatives that I am a loose woman. Despite the fact that I do not have a single short skirt, cosmetics and the like, my image is a gray mouse, but not a vulgar whore. And manners, and gestures, and lifestyle are not like that.

I felt like I couldn't prove that I was a decent person. I didn't take mylife from birth to marriage on video, and I have no evidence and it's somehow shameful to call my hometown to collect people's testimony that I'm almost a nun. I wanted to answer him with the words from the song - "I'm worse than you thought!"

I am simply perplexed and confused. I don't understand why people enjoy ruining my life. But then again, they are like a test, if I was truly loved, then I wouldn't have to prove anything to anyone? I don't have masks, I am who I am, I am an honest, decent person, without bad habits, a faithful and reliable wife. If they are, so to speak, "blind", then this is not my flaw.

In my youth I had test-antibiotic.comgirlfriend , she really walked around, slept with everyone in a row, and nothing, men even fought for her and beat everyone who tried to open their eyes to hera girl of easy virtue. But I was friends with her because we lived in the same building. Having learned about her lifestyle, I decided to distance myself from further communication, although it was very funny to listen about her adventures, she was very cheerful and easy. But I was afraid to bring infection into the house.

My experience of meeting such a friend and my personallife experience proves to me that I don't have to prove anything to my man, if you want to consider me insignificant - go ahead. If you want to love and be loved and listen only to your heart - I'm waiting for you like that and looking for you.

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