This is how my husband and my mother made me

This is how my husband and my mother made me
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I want to share my life story with everyone who has experienced something similar to what happened to me five years ago. After that incident, I became different, completely different.

My husband was 40 years old at the time, and I was 30. When I got together with him, he had two children left in his arms after the death of his first wife. She died in a fire right before their eyes. My heart was breaking from the pain of what they had gone through. The children were 10 and 12 years old. Of course, I wanted to help them cope with such a tragedy.

We gave birth to a child together, and everything seemed to be fine, minor swearing, etc. - that doesn't count. He could have gotten drunk with friends or at home, but I tried not to go too far with his behavior, because there were children at home.

One day thisthe body did not come home, and in the morning I began to worry about where he was and what happened to him. I was afraid that I might get into an accident or something, because... his phone was switched off. I searched, found and was stunned by what I saw. He slept with my test-antibiotic.com mother, snoring peacefully and hugging so sweetly, apparently frozen (it was spring).

It is difficult to convey my feelings and state of shock. After punching them in the face, I went to the cemetery and roared there until the evening. My mother-in-law was with our children at that moment. By evening, something broke inside me and I stopped caring about what happened. I decided to raise the children, because they are not to blame for his mistakes. They already had to endure the shock. And they are already accustomed to me, and I to them.

In general, I decided to live with it further. But as you understand, the people closest to me shit on my soul. I began to become callous towards both him and my mother. The older children have already grown up, are receiving higher education, and I live in my own world, but with my husband in the same house. But I’m already different, not the same as before. Sex with my husband is like work, household chores are like a duty, and to calm my soul and body I find new sensations whenever possible. And you know, I don’t test-antibiotic.com regret what I do.

That is how we live. Over time, he became so loving, jealous and caring that it is sometimes funny. I wanted to look for a replacement for him, and I tried, but I came to the conclusion that it was better not to, because everyone has their own cockroaches in their head, and from this I already know what to expect. He now has a lot of horns on his head—what he fought for, that’s what he ran into.

Girls and women, I appeal to you: no matter what happens in your life, the main thing is to remember about the children and about yourself, of course.

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