Stories about the birth of a happy family life. Stories from family life

Hello, dear guests and blog readers. Many of us often encounter situations in life in which we have to make completely unusual decisions, which, in turn, result in unusual actions. In the end, only time can show whether a person did the right thing or not, but, of course, anyone who is aware of the act done can judge.

Well, what if you do something and never tell anyone, not even your most trusted friends, about it? Then it can remain a secret for long years. That's what the woman thought, whose family history shocked the driver of an ordinary truck.

I will be with you, dear readers, frank - I have not personally heard the plot that I will present in this article, but I learned that in my blog “Relationships between men and women. A Man’s View” I describe stories of relationships or family relationships that were told to me different people, one woman, whom I can trust 100%, told me something she knew interesting story the life of a woman whom it would be wrong to bypass. So, it was like this...

The story of one woman's family relationships...

There lived a young couple in the former Soviet Union. Everything in their life was going well except for one thing - they were unable to create a child. No matter how hard they both tried, nothing worked. At that time it was not customary to talk about this, although this may be why the young couple never decided to go to the doctors and try to solve it family test together.

And if you think a little and remember (of course, for those who are older) a little of the past, then at that distant time in the USSR, medicine in artificial insemination was probably just in its infancy. But the point was that when his wife asked her to go to the doctor, her husband did not react favorably at all. The reason is understandable, because both in our time and then, infertility for a man is equated with shame in a social environment.

After some time, the wife goes on a vacation package to warmer regions, which at that time often began and ended in the Caucasus. And while on vacation, she decided to experience the feeling of betrayal, in the name of a noble goal - to give birth to a child. Let’s not go into details, here and there and the job is done, especially since there were enough men of Georgian appearance in her place of rest.

It’s hard to say what prompted her to do this with a man of a different nationality, different in appearance, because if a child is born who is not of Slavic appearance, then family problems can't be avoided with my husband. But this is the woman’s decision, let it remain her decision, and we will think that there were simply no men of Slavic appearance who wanted to help the woman in her hotel.

Arriving home, she realized that she was pregnant. There could be no talk of abortion, because both she and her husband wanted a child. And she decided that if a child of Slavic appearance was born, she would not say anything to her husband, but if she looked like a Georgian, she would have to confess everything and trust in fate.

But apparently this woman did a lot of good in life, and they had a son, well, autumn looks like his mother, they say that it should be so, and of ordinary Slavic appearance. The woman sighed and naturally did not tell her husband anything. It is noteworthy that when her son grew up, he showed no signs of Georgian appearance.

Life went on and their son grew, and finally grew up. The time came and he moved far from mom and dad, and then fell in love and got married. Everything was going well for the new young couple, and after some time this woman had a grandson. And the happy family life of the young couple continued.

But six months later, my mother received a letter in which her son said that there was a scandal in his family, and he and his wife were getting a divorce. But when the mother called her son, he told her that his wife was out and about and the child was not his, although the wife tried with all her might to prove to her husband that she had not cheated on him. But the woman’s son had a very compelling argument - his recently born son looked like a Georgian...

A situation occurred that only one person could explain—my mother. She did not tell her son everything over the phone, but only said that she would arrive in a few days. She again did not tell her husband the truth, and many years had passed, she quickly packed her things, said goodbye to her husband, and went to visit her son. And on the way I told this story to a stranger with the words: “I’ll tell them everything as it happened, I hope that they will understand and preserve their family and love for their newborn child, who is certainly not to blame for anything.”

This is the story of family relationships that was told to me. Whether a woman did the right thing in her youth or not, I think only she has the right to decide. After all, it is unknown what each of us would do in such a situation. But many say that the most precious thing in a person’s life is children, and every husband and wife understands this very well, although they love each other.

But there is only one life and a child is a gift that brings parents, grandparents, many pleasant, sometimes hectic, but filled with real human happiness days.

If you have questions, ask or share your opinion in the group or in the comments to the article.

Sometimes, in order to achieve a happy family life, you have to overcome many life difficulties. Yes, this path is thorny, but what a reward lies ahead!
Over the years, we begin to idealize the beginning of a relationship with our spouse, telling our children and grandchildren family legends and showing beautiful pictures in frames. How was it really?

Power of Habit

Olga shares her story: “I came to the capital and entered the university for training courses. There was almost no money, and then Dima, a friend of my younger brother, appeared at an opportune moment and kindly invited me to stay in his two-room apartment. We lived in perfect harmony for almost a year. He played the guitar and cooked me great scrambled eggs in the morning, while I dusted off his CDs.

Then I entered the university and moved into a dormitory. We continued to communicate with Dima, but not in the same way as before. He had his own life, I had mine. At some point, I realized that I was increasingly catching myself thinking that I missed Dima. According to his scrambled eggs, songs... And one day, out of the blue, he waylaid me after class and suggested: “Maybe you’ll move in with me for good? I miss you so much...” I agreed. When I graduated from university, we got married and are now raising a wonderful son.”

It is believed that habit destroys love. But it also happens the other way around. It’s not for nothing that in the old days marriages were built on the principle “if you endure it, you fall in love”; there is wisdom in this. Today it is not so difficult to fall in love as to find a person with whom you will feel comfortable falling asleep and waking up every day.

Love affair at work

Tamara has her own story: “Igor and I worked in the same company, but we rarely saw each other. On corporate parties he asked me to dance a couple of times, but I didn’t attach any importance to it. Then I was dating a young man - athletic, smart, well dressed, and Igor was not my type: thin, tall, wearing the same gray sweater. One day I was walking down the stairs and twisted my ankle. I almost fell - thank you, Igor walked towards me and caught me in time. For almost half an hour I tried to call my fiance. And then he picked up the phone and said that he was busy and couldn’t pick me up from work. Igor helped me again: he took me to the emergency room, and spent the rest of the day in line with me, first to see the surgeon, then for an x-ray. All this time he touchingly held my hand. Fortunately, I didn't have a fracture. Igor took me home, and I suddenly realized that he was the same person I had been looking for all my life.”

Sometimes you don't have to go to the ends of the earth to find your soulmate. She may be nearby, literally at your side, unnoticed and unappreciated. We don’t see it because we are in constant pursuit of external attributes and statuses. But Saint-Exupery was right when he said: “Only the heart is vigilant; you cannot see the most important thing with your eyes.”

From hate to love...

Nadya recalls the story of how she met her husband: “Once my best friend was abandoned by her lover. They only dated for a couple of months, but he managed to break her heart. I had never seen a woman so upset over a man before, and I hated him with all my soul. Propelled by the best feelings of friendship, I found out his address and decided to tell him everything I thought, and at the same time get to know each other - we had never met before. A handsome young man opened the door and invited me for a cup of coffee. We chatted for three hours, Oleg explained the reason for his leaving (my friend was simultaneously having an affair with another man, which she didn’t tell me about). After the conversation, I was completely on his side. I admit, I went home feeling disheveled. And when the next day he called and asked me out on a date, I couldn’t refuse. Of course, I lost my friend, but I found the most beloved man in the world: Oleg and I have been happily married for eight years.”

Women can sometimes be very impulsive and emotional. They know how to love as passionately as they can hate. That is why representatives of the fairer sex need to calm down before making important decisions. After all, having come to their senses, they can understand that what seemed like deep hatred is actually strong love.

Once they invited married couple for an event in a restaurant. They put themselves in order, dressed up, checked everything in the house - turned off the lights, turned off the water and gas.
They called a taxi, got out and got in to go.
Then the wife remembers that the cat was left at home, a terrible dirty trick.
She whispers in her husband’s ear, saying, go and throw him out the door. The husband leaves, and she, so that the taxi driver does not become indignant about the downtime, makes up a story:
“We forgot to tell mom that we’re leaving for the whole evening.” Now he will warn her and that’s it.
About 10 minutes later my husband returned, sat down, and off we went. On the way he says:
- You imagine! This creature climbed onto the closet and screamed there. I barely threw it to the floor with a broom! I chased around the apartment, but couldn’t catch it.
Then he grabbed it near the TV and threw it out the window, I think it’s okay, because we live on the first floor...

I am a big bald man, my wife is beautiful well-groomed woman. We are flying back from a holiday in Egypt. On departure there was a formality: when you came up, they slapped something in your passport,
returned, moved on. The wife passed. It's my turn. The customs officer lazily took my passport, opened it and began to chirp something indignantly in his own language.
And I don’t know English either. I show with gestures: put your stamp, and that’s it. But he still doesn’t let up. But after about three minutes he gave up, waved his hand and let me go along with the stamp. I decided to look at my passport.
It turned out to be my wife’s passport, they accidentally scared me. Interestingly, she didn't have any problems...

My wife and I are choosing a mixer. I show her one - with blades instead of ordinary twisters, to which I immediately receive the answer:
- No, it sucks.
- Why?
- You can't lick it.

My friend, a hefty two-meter man, said:
“I remembered from school that if you take a bucket of water by the handle and spin it hard, not a drop of water will spill.” And we just bought a new kettle. Well, I decided to show the kids a trick...
The following is the children's story:
— Dad called us into the kitchen. Planted. He poured water into the kettle. He swung it and smashed it against the ceiling, and at the same time the chandelier.

Traveled with my husband around Georgia. Restaurant in one village:
- What do you have to eat?
- Khachapuri.
— Is there anything besides khachapuri?
- Of course, dear. Here's the menu.
They bring the menu and my eyes widen. Kebabs, kharcho, kulashi, ojakhuri, sauces, salads...
- Is this there?
- No, this is not the case.
- Is this there?
- And this is not the case.
- Well, is there any of this?
- No, that’s exactly what’s missing.
- What do you have?!
- Khachapuri...

Yesterday they brought 6 tons of sand, today I scattered it around the dacha. I’m walking past my grandfather with buckets, and he’s so caring to me:
- At least take a rest sometimes...
I don't understand why he is so worried? Usually this restless Stakhanovite always commands: “Dig deeper, throw further!” And the grandfather continues:
- Otherwise you’ll get tired and won’t be able to work until night...

My brother named his son Oscar, so he has an Oscar, but DiCaprio doesn’t.
And the album with photographs from the maternity hospital is signed “I’m at the Oscars.”

I recently came across my husband's old school diaries. Among a rather impressive number of bad marks and comments to a third grade student, my attention
I was attracted by one entry. Opposite the singing lesson was the following message: “ Dear parents! We urgently request you to reconsider your son's daily routine,
since he claims that he has no strength to sing!”

A couple of summer residents bought a greenhouse. He was brought to the station by such a stern uncle. Husband asks:
— How long does it take to collect it?
The stern uncle answers:
— My partner and I will assemble it in 6 hours, and you (he looked at them) — from two days to divorce.

At the wedding they decided to sing along to a soundtrack. Those who do not know the words were given pieces of paper with the text.

A fairly drunk man comes out and sings:
- Oh, what a woman, what a woman! I would like one like that... Twice... "
Everyone was left in precipitate.

I bring my wife for a consultation to the clinic. She went to the doctor, and I was languishing outside the door. I waited, she came out, followed by the doctor - and to me:
- Young man, are you a husband? And as if in response to my convulsive nod, he adds:
- Come in!
Well, we went in, he sat down in his place, I, no longer there, plopped down on the patient’s chair. The doctor (a grandfather of about 60) silently takes out a decanter and two glasses,
which he fills very cleverly. My soul reached my heels and tried to drain into the floor. Before our eyes are orphans, inconsolable relatives...
Grandfather takes his glass and says:
“Yes, everything is fine with your wife, we’ll cure you!” As a young man, I simply had no one to hang out with! To your health!
A glass of vodka went down like dry land. We sat and talked... He turned out to be a funny old man!

Dad decided to give me a birthday present. He says, you see, my wallet is lying there - open it, everything you find is yours! Naturally, he left there exactly the amount
that he wanted me to find. But it sounds like it!
Only dad didn’t take into account that he also left his credit card with a PIN code scribbled on it in his wallet. But all his life he said that his word was ironclad.
Therefore, I just sighed and wished to celebrate well.

My daughter was never quiet and silent as a child. Therefore, everyone around us heard our conversations. We are going to the hospital to see the ophthalmologist for our next appointment. Earlier we went to the store and bought a box of chocolates.
Daughter:
- Mom, why do you need sweets?
I:
- To the doctor.
Daughter:
- Why does a doctor need it?
I:
- Well, she will treat you.
Daughter (enthusiastically, for the whole tram):
- CANDY?!

Dad and son (4 years old) fill out a form for kindergarten. Paragraph " allergic reactions". The teacher explains:
- Write down what the child is allergic to. Well, list what foods he can’t eat.
Dad is thinking... The boy whispers:
-Dad, write some cabbage...

I’m trying to be offended by my husband, I pouted my lips and said:
- That's it, we need to divorce you.
Husband:
- Come on! We're already divorced! There were two, now there are five. Do you want to continue getting divorced?

Real stories about families and relationships. Unfortunately, family is not only a support, but often an additional source of problems, sometimes very serious.

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Many men wonder whether women have regrets and whether they are tormented by remorse? As a woman, I will answer yes.

My first marriage ended only because of my fault. My first husband was a wonderful person and I still regret our divorce to this day. Although I have been married for a long time, I have two children, but I terribly regret everything.

My first husband and I had different temperaments. He was calm quiet man, who liked a quiet, cozy paradise. And I lacked emotions. As you can imagine, I found them. She met someone else and after several betrayals, she left her husband for her lover. The divorce passed quietly without scandals, the husband did not insult, did not blame, did not humiliate, he calmly let go and wished him happiness.

At the age of 20, still a green boy, after the army he met her future wife. I fell in love immediately and realized that she was the one. He achieved her attention, achieved reciprocity, achieved her.

Family life began like a fairy tale - love, understanding and awe. My daughter, the sun, was born and my happiness only increased. We lived happily and enjoyed every day. Our beloved son was born, our happiness and sorrow, he was born weak, sickly and bedridden. Life changed, no, we still loved each other, but life became more difficult. Every day it is a struggle for the life of my son, hospitals, clinics, medications and operations. Sometimes my daughter and I didn’t see our wife and son for six months, but we were a family and we managed everything together.

I read a lot of stories on this site and decided to write my own and ask for advice.

I am 42 years old, my wife is 39. As in many stories I have read, I learned about many years of betrayal. Everything is like everyone else - tears, pressure, wife in her legs. By the way, this was a year and a half ago. On this moment All adults have changed dramatically. This may be hard to believe, and I myself don’t quite understand how this can be. The wife became a completely different person. He works without sparing himself and supports his family almost entirely. A woman’s salary is not high, but she doesn’t ask for the rest of my earnings. I can spend it at my discretion. Earlier family budget consisted of 80 percent of my earnings. He looks after my health and saves on his own. Of course, I had a lot of fun here.

I once had one too. My wife worked in a bar. Somehow I began to notice that before leaving for work, I began to preen myself for a long time. I began to visit the beauty salon more often, change my hairstyle, dye my hair, change my wardrobe and, of course, stay late after work.

I didn’t show it, but I decided to find out if she had taken a lover? I decided not to interfere for now, because she spent the night at home, and there was no point in throwing a tantrum, since the children were teenagers at home and it would be difficult for them to go through all this.

I’ve been reading stories on this site for a long time, people have different situations, I want to get an outsider’s opinion on my problem.

We have a car in our family, my husband has a driver’s license, he drove me and picked me up from work, we live outside the city, buses run 2 times a day, and I wouldn’t have time to get to work on time if I didn’t have my own transport .

In the summer we learned that we would have a new addition to the family, and the question of getting my license became acute. Many people will probably understand me; in our time, the ability to drive a car is a necessity, especially when living outside the city. I passed the theoretical exam the first time, I also had no problems while driving with an instructor, but when the exam begins, it feels like my brain is turning off due to nerves.

My mother was angry with my grandmother all her life because she lived with her stepfather. According to her, her stepfather treated her badly when she was little, called her names and even tried to hit her. He was a front-line soldier.

At the age of 16, her mother left home and began renting a room and got a job in radio. She was taught the craft of a sound engineer; she considered her teacher to be her second mother. She always had a strange relationship with her grandmother. I remember some kind of coldness, resentment, constant tension on her part towards my grandmother. Although my grandmother was cheerful, kind and her house was always full of friends.

We have been living with my wife for 26 years, our son is 24 while he lives with us. I have been a pensioner of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for 14 years, although I am only 49 years old (my wife is 50). About five years ago, an old illness worsened, which is why I had to leave money job and work daily as a watchman.

About 15 years ago I accidentally saw a love correspondence with her boss on my wife’s phone. There was a scandal, she convinced me that it was just flirting. Ten years later, already in social media. On the networks I again saw communication with him, I somehow convinced myself that it was nothing serious. After I heard the sound of messages, I looked at her profile, which I duplicated on another phone.

And here is another wedding anniversary. I was on shift, and my wife started having a heated correspondence on the Internet with another man, as I later found out, 10 years younger than her.

For as long as I can remember, I never had everything that my peers had. While my classmates buy expensive branded items, I have been walking around with an old scratched phone for several years, and new clothes or a trip to the hairdresser costs me a couple of days without food.

I am offended by my mother, since she gave birth to me without the possibility of further decent support, at least until adulthood. And if you now say that money in a family is not as important as love, then I dare to assure you that there is no smell of love here.

As the saying goes, “be careful what you wish for.” My elder sister I ruined my own life. While still a student, she met her future husband, the relationship developed rapidly and rapidly, there was a beautiful wedding and a good family life. There was only one “but” that spoiled everything - there were no children. And the further, the more my sister wanted children and went crazy, they didn’t succeed and that’s all. They finally decided to undergo examination at a specialized clinic, the result was that there was almost no chance. We tried to live somehow with it. Her husband let her go, but she stayed and did not leave.

And then at a friend’s birthday she met her ex-boyfriend... and then, as a result, pregnancy. The truth was revealed, she went to the other one. What happens next is just darkness.

While our daughters were small, we developed a tradition of New Year and for ten days after January 1, put in the shoes of the girls they placed under Christmas tree, small gifts. Usually gifts in new year holidays happens a lot. But if children receive them all on one day, it’s not so interesting; the result is a kind of oversaturation and satiety with gifts. Children stop noticing and appreciating them, and the gifts they receive lie in one (or more than one!) big pile. We started doing things differently. For ten days, every time, albeit small, but a gift, mysteriously appeared under the tree. Therefore, when our daughters woke up in the morning, the first thing they did was run to the room with the largest Christmas tree. And each one immediately looked into her shoe. We even have one funny episode associated with this family tradition, which we all remember and laugh about together from time to time.

Once, on another day of the school winter holidays, my husband and I almost overslept that early morning hour when we had to put the next New Year's gifts in the girls' shoes under the largest tree in our house.

Sunday. I jump up, look at the clock and realize with horror that my daughters are about to wake up, and the gifts have not yet been put in their shoes. I tell my husband: “Volodya, quickly, we need to put gifts in the girls’ shoes!” I get up and start rummaging through the closet in search of gifts for this day. The husband, also sleepy, does not really understand what exactly needs to be done, but he obediently takes the gifts and carries them under the tree. Gifts under the tree, my husband returns, I calm down. Just a few minutes later we hear the patter of children's feet. It was our daughters who woke up and rushed headlong to check their shoes. And here, instead of the usual joyful screams and exclamations, we hear dead silence. What happened? Is there something wrong? My husband and I go into the living room, where the main Christmas tree of our family is installed. Our girls sit sadly, staring in horror at their empty shoes. There are no gifts under the tree! The shoes are empty! But there must be gifts there. After all, the winter holidays are not over yet, which means that every day is a new small gift in a shoe. This has been the case for several years. It simply cannot be any other way! The children are shocked, I myself am confused, no one understands anything. And then suddenly our dad clarifies the situation. He says: “What if we check another tree?” The fact is that we have always loved to put up a Christmas tree in every room, at least a small, artificial one, but certainly a decorated Christmas tree in every room. So, as it turned out, my husband, in a hurry, put the gifts under the wrong tree. We all go to another room together and see the gifts not under the largest tree, as it should be, but under the middle tree. The children begin to rejoice, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, alone, I ask my husband how this happened. He explains to me that he simply mixed up the trees, because... I was in a hurry.

Later, when our daughters were already grown up, we told them this incident, and we all laughed about it together. Since then, the joke “Put it under the wrong tree” has stuck in our family, which means “to mix something up, do something wrong, mess up, screw up.” Now every time we say this phrase, we all laugh merrily together.

Remember funny incidents and stories about your family and tell them to your children. Or rather, tell it all the time - at a family dinner, or on a day off, or on a holiday, or just like that - on quiet family evenings...

Start a simple and sweet tradition in your family of telling your children funny phrases and stories from their childhood. Children simply love to hear about how little they were. Such stories make everyone feel warm, everyone begins to smile, and a surprisingly touching and sincere atmosphere is established in the house. And it will turn out that from these simple stories you will have family tradition Special Purpose, and psychological climate in your family home will become very special and special.

Alina Bikeeva book author

Comment on the article " Funny stories about my family. The first story"

Inspired by the bottom theme. 1st story: Things have happened a long time ago days gone by... My great-grandmother had two daughters of the same age and a son, Nikolai, much younger than her sisters. We lived together. Even after the death of the great-grandmothers, the families were friends. We celebrated all holidays together. And so we celebrated 50 years...

Discussion

I still know the story. At my mother's best friend was cousin. His father was a military man, they moved constantly, when his son grew up he also became a military man, but his father wanted it so much and was proud of it. The son really loved the theater and wanted to go to drama school, but he didn’t want to offend his father. By the age of 40, his parents died, he settled in Moscow, and for some business he went to the city where his mother was born and raised. And at the same time some distant relative of his arrived there, they started talking, he told her that he had a career, everything was successful, in the evenings I actually go to an amateur theater studio, I really like it. And aunty, take this and say that it’s great, you’re just like your mother, she was a good actress in her time. He was surprised what actress, mother worked as a geography teacher. No, said aunt, I mean the one who gave birth to you, your parents took you away during your period, and your real mom She was an actress, she worked in the theater, the whole city knew her. He then interviewed all the relatives whether they knew it or not, it turned out that most knew.

According to the first story, it’s terrible, of course, how tactless people can be. Even if a person knows, why present this story like that?! Like, they washed you away from the city in which you were found, and you turned out to be a good person.
And according to the 4th story - anything can happen.) We have adopted a child, in the SoR there is a mark “Repeat”. But all with new data. The date of registration remained the same, but the name and parents were changed.
One “very smart” teacher at school took me and my classmate aside and asked me so insinuatingly why my parents and I had different surnames.)))) She also probably thought that they were adopted ones.))) But it’s simple: The mother got married a second time, and the child is registered under the previous surname. But for some this is not normal and “something is wrong here”)))
I was impressed by the story about the blood brother in the next room. Wow, this is fate!!!
There are such siblings when you think that their parents simply cloned them)))

Divorce. Family relationships. Discussion of family issues: love and jealousy, marriage and infidelity, divorce and alimony, relationships between relatives. Unfortunately this is quite real case from life, with real heroes and real emotional state.

Discussion

02/07/2017 13:43:50, I sympathize

Of course, she is still a fool, but only in that you consider yourself a fool. You are young, and, as life has shown, Strong woman. Study, work, study scientific activities, dragging around the house, husband and child, while receiving only criticism - this is not bullshit for you. Evaluate yourself realistically. Why do you need this particular man? What does he give you? What are you giving him? What are the pros and cons of your life together? Based on the story, nothing, except for finances and the presence of a male person nearby (and this is not a fact yet). Maybe you used to have something that is usually called family. But after his return, it’s just living together and running a household. Don't regret what's gone. It won't come back. You have become different, and so has he. It’s not for nothing that they say that you cannot step into the same river twice. Stop grieving over something that cannot be returned. This is empty and useless. Show your little man an example of strength and at the same time fragility, and not a weakling. You know, psychologists have a good technique that has often helped me in life: if you cannot solve a problem, go beyond the circle of the problem, look at it again and it will cease to be a problem. In this case, look at what happened through the eyes of your son. What could have grown out of him if this man had stayed with you, if he had heard one negative thing from dad about mom. Believe me, nothing good. And so, a person will grow up who has respect for you and the understanding that inflicting pain, any kind, is bad.
Good luck, strength, patience. Everything will work out if you try hard. Don't oppress yourself, there's no point. What happened, happened. Live this moment and move on boldly.

About freeloaders. Psychology. Family relationships. The story amused me. I am copying it here in its entirety, because the design of the original site contains obscenities. Discussion of issues about a woman’s life in the family, at work, relationships with men.

Discussion

The denouement of one of these dramas now lies in a mental hospital, and even with exhaustion.
and another person I personally know died of hunger in the 90s

It doesn't happen that there is no one to help. There will always be volunteers. And to become an alcoholic, as some here say, you also need money or someone who will treat you

Treason. Family relationships. Everything in life is difficult, and unfortunately, this situation that happened several years ago will repeat itself more than once in other destinies. We remember betrayal with a smile. Because this is just such a stage in the history of the family.

Discussion

Now here I am, I’m incredibly happy, I have a lover, he showed up some time after my husband’s betrayal... so what, I also have the right to happiness, but now my husband doesn’t go anywhere... and I