The courage of a husband who made a firm decision to divorce and marry again, but already to a mistress

Parents are not chosen. But when they do their best to raise good and happy children, this cannot be forgotten. Today's edition. "Site" He wants to tell a touching story in which the house of abandoned children became the meaning of life for a young girl.



I was 19 when I met my future husband. Then he had a wife and two children. When his wife found out she was pregnant with twins, there was not a shadow of joy on her face. In the hospital, she refused newborns, packed her things and went to her mother while Kolya was on the flight. When he found out what had happened, he was furious. He took the kids home and filed for divorce.

Kolya was left alone with four children, two older - 2 and 4 years old - and newborn twins, all boys. It is difficult to imagine how a man alone copes with small children, and he could not cope. It was impossible to pay attention to all the children, especially since Kolya worked as a trucker. But he had no idea of abandoning his own children.”



I lived next door with my parents, so Nikolai asked to look after the children while he was at work. I had to literally move to Kola's house because the babies needed constant care. I didn’t even think about marriage, but in an instant I became a mother of four children. At first it was very difficult for me, I almost gave up this idea. After a while, I got used to it, learned everything and got attached to the kids with all my heart.



I read educational books to massage twins. It’s good that my friend was a nurse and told me how to keep the baby, how to feed. Kolya did not sit at home for a long time between flights. But when Dad was home, all the guys had fun and had a good time, and then I was alone again. Two months later, Nicholas and I were in the same bed, and a week later he proposed to me. By that time, he had already divorced and deprived his ex-wife of parental rights.

Everyone talked me out of this marriage. Parents were desperate to repeat that it was too much responsibility, and the husband from Kohli trucker is not. My friends said it wasn’t love, it was just convenient for me to be his wife. But I liked Kolya, and I loved children very much, so I agreed to a wedding. We celebrated modestly with the family, without a veil or wedding dress. It didn’t matter, it was important to live well.”



“It just turned out to be what my parents told me.” Kolya did nothing at home, did not pay attention to the children. I came, ate, slept, went on another flight. Money for food and clothing for children had to be asked. When I tried to talk seriously to my husband, he said I could always leave if I didn't like something. That's how we lived for almost two years.

Once Kolya came home, called me to him. He told me without embellishment that he had another woman in another city and that they were about to have a child: I spend more time with her than I do with you. So I decided to get married. I'm sorry about that. In a fit of anger, I said I would not give him the children. To which he said to me: “And do not need, I will have my own – how is this yours?” Whose children are these? Kolya said he only wanted a divorce. I agreed, but on one condition, he would never tell them that I was not his mother. Kolya agreed.



In order to somehow support myself and the children, I graduated from barber courses and got a job. The children kept asking where their dad was and if he was coming soon. I had to answer that Dad is far away, he builds tall houses for people and will not be back soon. We sold Nikolai's house and moved to another neighborhood so the neighbors wouldn't talk.

Kolya disappeared from the lives of children once and for all. Didn't call, didn't write. I made them for school myself. Me and the guys were going to the circle, singing, drawing, reading fairy tales. I would write stories down in a thick notebook so that adult children would later remember how well we all had together.



Life without a husband has been many years. My sons grew up and all started families. That weekend we got together as a big family, as the younger Anton and Denis had a birthday. It was a warm summer day. Daughters-in-law helped set the table, sons roasted meat at the stake. I stood on the porch and watched my children. I thought I was the happiest person on earth.



Outside the fence, I saw an old man. Unshaven, in sports pants and torn sneakers... Nikolai! He walked and complained loudly that no one would meet him. I'm stunned. Nikolai is not jokingly dispersed, said that he is a father, he must be respected.

No one knew who the man was in front of them. My mother was talking about another father who earns money by honest work and was a hero in the eyes of his children up to this point. Anton could not stand it and said that they would not respect such a father. They were raised by one mother whom they will always love and respect. Kolya broke off the chain and shouted that I was not their family. I took my breath away and ran into the room with tears in my eyes. That's all.



A few minutes later, the door opened. My beautiful grown sons stood on the doorstep. They stood and looked at me, smiling. Denis handed me a homemade book of fairy tales where it was written: And they lived happily ever after, because their mother was always with them. The best mother in the world.