I’m 26 now, they say, nowadays it’s not the age for marriage. I do not agree, it seems to me that people have become more infantile, their lives fly by without any sense. When I met Leshka, I was 22. I respected him for his solidity, for his maturity in judgment. He didn’t mess with my head, he didn’t try to pretend to be someone better than he is. Told: recently widowed. The son remained. The boy was 3 months old when his mother died, he does not even remember her. I understood: I always want to be with this man.
And I will consider the child my own, I loved the baby in advance. And when I saw it for the first time, something inside turned over, I understood: as before, it will no longer be. And don’t. After all, I became a mom right at that moment.
Leshka and I understood everything: that we should not hurry, and that we needed to get used to it longer, but the situation required certainty, the boy suffered without his mother’s hands, and we took the application to the registry office on the same day.
We were painted two months later and I moved in with my family.
Words cannot describe how I fell in love with Denchik. I felt him as my son at the level of some primitive instincts, I was ready to do anything for him. When he said “Mom” for the first time, I was the happiest mother on earth.
We did the right thing by not postponing the wedding, the marriage turned out fine. The first four years were just perfect: I went on maternity leave to take care of Denis, even if I didn’t give birth, I need to take care of something. And after the decree, she stayed at home, Leshkin’s business allowed her not to work. And it was more convenient for him that I had everything under control at home.
The only thing I was missing was a second child.
I wanted to give birth myself, I wanted Denis to have a brother or sister with a small age difference. But Leshka was in no hurry, he said that time was still running out. Well, maybe so.
We lived for 4 years when Leshka began to change. He came back late, kind of disheveled, irritated. Distanced himself.
He explained: they are opening a branch, a lot, a hell of a lot of work. Not to the wife, not to love and not to talk, have patience, woman.
And for six months he expanded like this, was blown up on weekends, went on business trips. During one of these business trips, I met him in the park. Denis and I were going for a walk, Leshka and the girl went there. And they didn’t look like colleagues…
I took a couple of shots from a distance, but I didn’t approach, why the scenes, and even with a child in the company?
But in the evening I called my husband to talk. She showed the photo, asked what it meant. And I learned a lot about myself.
That he lives with me only because the child feels good with me. That he was tired of me for a long time already. And that she dreams of getting a divorce. And that’s why he won’t let me give birth.
I was terrified. But not from the loss of Leshka: why impose yourself on someone who doesn’t need it? You can handle that. But I couldn’t lose my son. But Leshka surprised me here too, saying that Denis should choose for himself.
The very next day the new girl was with us. And Leshka introduced her to Denis as a new mother. That’s what he said: your old mother will live in another place, here’s a new one.
But the new mom was not thrilled with this idea, it was clear from her face. And my son rushed to me, grabbed my knees and started crying:
Mommy, I don’t want a new mom, take me to yourself… – I will never forget this horror. I sent my son to collect toys, and Leshka suddenly told me this!
It turns out that Denis is not his child.
He is generally sterile.
But his wife decided everything herself, applied for donor material. And she begged before she died to take care of her son. So he took care of it. He assured me that he would not offend financially, he would help.
And so it turned out: after the divorce, Deniska is secured. I do not waste money, I save for him both for housing and for studying. Maybe my personal life will still develop, but I already have the main thing: my son is my own.
