A year ago, a misfortune happened in our family. Dad left us. Before that, he moved to another job, and there it happened to work a pretty young girl who smiled well and beautifully shook the red hair mane. I saw this girl when I once wanted to talk to my husband and ask him to think again about what he does, but ...
In general, he left. Once, on an early September morning. He left with things to work and phoned from there that he would not return home.
I stayed with our son alone. How I was ill and hurt, I will not tell and do not want to. I think that many women passed through this. But I knew that I had to be strong for the sake of the child, so I took myself in hand, did not give up work or my needlework, and still went to my parents' dacha at weekends. The dacha is warm, in autumn it was very beautiful in the garden, and the five-year-old was clearly better there than in the cold city apartment.
But I still needed support. And moral and material. Because no, no, and a tear will come, and on my modest salary to live with the current prices was almost impossible.
I began to seek support and communication on various Mom sites. I sat at forums, communicated with the same as me. When you listen for the hundredth time to a similar story, you begin to understand that you are not alone, and many have experienced both your sorrow and your tears. And they survived. And that means - and I can do it. But there was also a plus - for example, when my son needed the top winter children's clothes - a forum for moms and enlightened me where to look for her, and what exactly is better and which firms are more reliable and more persistent, and at the same time I found and sellers, girls, whose the children have already grown out of the clothes I need. So I bought my son and jacket, and boots, and toys ... It's a pity that it was so impossible to find him dad ...
I lived and saved everything. Money, feelings, emotions, hopes. There was only today, I did not allow myself to dream and make plans. I forgave my husband, because it seemed to me that he is now without us - unhappy, he can not every morning to hug his son, and I can. And the fact that I forgave him made my life much easier and calmer. It is impossible to live, constantly cultivating in itself pain, revenge, suffering and self-pity.
And after six months my husband called me outside the school hours.
So he usually appeared once a week, closer to the weekend, to find out if he could take his son for a walk, and here - Monday, 10 am. Probably, I want to talk about divorce, I decided. She sighed deeply and picked up the phone. But it was not about divorce. The husband left his young beauty and asked if we could meet and talk about us.
Maybe I'm too naive or frivolous, but I thought that you can always give a second chance to a man, but never a third. Therefore - we met with him that evening, and I allowed him to return home.
Of course, the rapprochement was long, it was more difficult to build than to destroy. Even considering that all these months I was alone, I could not let him come to me at once, and he did not even rush. At first we talked a lot, walked with the child, did something, learned each other from the beginning, and only after three months I again realized that I wanted to kiss him.
Now we live as before, the three of us. And if everything goes well, then it will remain so.