My husband left us with the children and went to his young mistress: a few years later I met him again and was horrified by what I saw 😲😯
It so happened that in ten years of marriage my husband and I became parents of six children. We had twins twice – a real gift of fate. At first we were a happy family. My husband was an attentive, caring father, carried me in his arms, worked tirelessly for the sake of our large family.
I was sure: we are together forever.
But everything changed suddenly. I felt that he was becoming distant. And then, like a bolt from the blue, I found out: he had a mistress. What’s more, she was pregnant.
One evening he packed his things and said:
– I’m tired. Of everyday life, of the children, of you. I want to live for myself.
He left and I couldn’t stop him. Since then I’ve been alone. He didn’t participate in raising the children, didn’t call, didn’t help with money or attention.
I survived. Sometimes we eat pasta for a week straight. Sometimes we walked 5 kilometers because we had no money for travel. My parents and sister helped me. But mostly, I pulled everything myself.
Several years passed. The children grew up. I somehow learned to live without him. To live – and not to wait.
One day, my children and I were returning from the food market. And then I saw my ex-husband, and I was horrified by his appearance, because he…
On the street corner near the drugstore, I saw a man in a wheelchair. He had a tattered sign: “Help with food. No legs. No home.”
I almost walked past him. But something about him seemed familiar. I stopped. I looked closer – and my insides sank.
It was him. My ex-husband.
The face is sunken, covered with unshaven stubble. The eyes are dull. One leg is cut off above the knee, the other without a foot.
He saw me and his gaze became clouded.
“You…” he whispered. “You…”
Later I learned that he had been in an accident – their car skidded, the driver died, and he was left disabled. His lover ran away as soon as she found out that he would not be able to walk. There was no more work, no friends. He was no longer needed by anyone.
I stood there for a long time. My soul was heavy. This is the man who betrayed us. But he is also the father of my children.
The children were standing nearby, and the youngest daughter suddenly asked quietly:
– Mom, will we help him?
– Let’s get out of here!
A week has passed since that meeting, and now I’m thinking, maybe I should take him in and help him? Or not?
