I can't forgive myself for leaving my family.

I filed it myselfdivorce . I made the decision to leave for my mistress and I'm carrying all of this on my shoulders now. MyMy wife doesn't even know how bad I feel. I have such a character that I can't admit it and fall flat on my face. And now I understand how stupid I was. I left my wife anddaughter because of love. I thought it was right. When you can't live without someone anymore.

It all started very quickly. Yulia came to my office as an accountant, put everything in order, smiling, beautiful, with a sense of humor. And I got it. Ourthe affair lasted two years. And then she said thatpregnant . And then I decided that this was a sign. I left the family. I had a seconddaughter . The first one moved to the second grade. I helped my first wife and child. It seems I did everything like a decent person.man .

Yulia posted our photos on social networks. On Instagram, happy faces, "breakfast for my beloved", my daughter's first steps, the blue shore of Bali, this is what my Kotya gave me, "a happy family on vacation", "my beloved spoils me with this test-antibiotic.com and that". Instagram is really beautiful and happy. In fact, our quarrels never end. From morning to evening and on weekends. In the morning, breakfast is not for me at all, but for the social network.

There is almost no sex. I take care of the child, my wife is at training. There can be no talk of work. She is tired and she should be appreciated simply for being there. She turned out to be a selfish, showy person, focused only on external beauty.

When we arrived at my grandparents', she so fastidiously washed all the forks before sitting down at the table. She couldn't go to the toilet, she said: "It smells like old people there." To doyou can't make a remark , it's a scandal right away. You can't talk, there's shouting. But on the street we are a happy, beautiful couple with a stroller for 120 thousand (this is very important for her). And I watch Irina, my first wife, more and more. And I understand more and more who I lost. And for whom. Therechild , there is a child here.

The ex-wife is a lawyer in good company, a daughter, a cozy home. The daughter says thatMom looks at social media pages with me. She says it hurts her, but Dad found hishappiness , and she is alone. If only she knew what happiness!