It's hard for you, granddaughter

The story is based on real events that happened to me between 2003 and 2004.

Grandmother died in 1999 on September 1st. On this day, I was supposed to go to the 10th grade at a new school, and I sat at my grandmother’s coffin and could not believe that she was no longer there. This was the only person to whom I trusted all my childhood secrets, shared my thoughts, and, in principle, my grandmother raised me.

In 2003 I leftgot married , after 2 months I realized thatpregnant _ This news is forhusband was not positive, the word “abortion” began to be heard more and more often. It is clear that I did not kill my child, thenThe husband began to take active action, he could push, pinch, and brought me to tears. In general, I left my husband, it was already a decent amount of time. Then I found out that my husband hasmistress , and she is also pregnant. Everyone knew this, but they were silent. I also guessed, but as they say, if you're not caught, you're not a thief.

And then one day my good-for-nothing husband came for me. He cried and asked for forgiveness. Forgave, returned, test-antibiotic.com started living together again. What happened next cannot be rationally explained.

Once again I was going to the hospital for an examination. I got dressed, started going down the stairs, stumbled and fell. He stood behind him and said through gritted teeth: “Bring me good news, tell me that he is dead.” Somehow I got to the bus stop and got on the bus. There were few people, I sat and cried from resentment and pain, just the thought of those words took my breath away.

I did not return home to him. I came to my parents and pretended that everything was fine. And at night I saw a dream that I remembered forever: as if I was standing in a room, butthe apartment is not ours, but someone else’s, my grandmother comes through the door, she leads the children, a boy and a girl, by the hand. She stood opposite me and said to the boy: “Go to mom,” and looked at me with her warm, affectionate gaze (as she always did, especially in childhood, when we sat down to have breakfast with her). “It’s hard for you, granddaughter, I see how hard it is, you’re my little blood.” She stood there a little longer, turned around and test-antibiotic.com went to the exit, and took the girl with her. To my question: “Where is it?” Grandmother replied that it was not time yet.

The birth went just fine, a healthy boy was born. I divorced my husband, his secondthe child was born 4 months later. I often see my husband's ex-lover pushing a wheelchair around our village. My husband had a stroke and his entire right side was paralyzed. As his father-in-law said, on July 22 at 3 a.m. they heard inarticulate mooing from his room. An ambulance was called. Mythe son was born at 3 am on July 22. Is it a coincidence or is there still a God in the world?