The insult of the mistress, before which a man praises his lawful wife

In the life of an adult woman, various events constantly occur that must be put up with in order to live normally. Even such an unusual problem as double-facedIt is necessary to decide, and decide as soon as possible, and with the least loss to the nervous system.



Age doesn't matter. Especially if you have a head on your shoulders and at least a little self-esteem. Of course, in this century, finding a real prince is not so easy. But honestly, I don't really want to. So, a letter from our reader Faith.

Double lover, hello. My name is Vera. I have been divorced for more than 10 years, living in Moscow, raising my son-schooler. In principle, my life suits me: the job is good, the boss is good, friends are small, but all are devoted. Looking from the outside, what else do you lack? Not enough. Men.

After a difficult divorce from a tyrant, I could not recover for a long time. In the arms of a small child, in a big city. I was young and naive. It is good that the parents helped and Kiryush grew up in normal conditions. Feed, shoes and clothes are no worse than the rest of the children. It wasn't easy, though.



I settled in a small office, where, however, soon left: the boss had nothing to pay and he offered to pay barter, products. Why would a young mom want boxes of office supplies? That's why I left. I got another job and my business got better.

Started dating. At first it was exciting and interesting, but over time the excitement passed. Don’t think, meetings were not frequent, just like everyone else. This is now young people newfangled applications in phones: I wanted to meet, waved a finger and she already has a queue of those wishing to go to the cinema and cafe. In my time, that moment worked differently.



It's been a couple of years and I haven't found a man for myself or a dad for Kiryukha. Growing up, he needed more attention and understanding that the child needs not only love and attention, but also the training and firm hand of the father. Okay, there was a kindergarten nearby. Not the best, but on a level. It really saved me from a nervous breakdown due to lack of sleep.



In the meantime, I changed my second job, but because I just outgrown it. I worked for a good company where I still work. Cyril grew older and I somehow stopped thinking about finding him a daddy. Dating didn’t interest me anymore, it was just a waste of time. But it was possible to plunge headlong into the works of the righteous, if the son was not too against the "extensions" in the kindergarten.

And that's how he appeared in a fairy tale. From whom my heart froze and continued to beat at a triple speed. Ruslan. The man is 3 years older than me, with a well-groomed bristles of ash color, the length of which will not change by a millimeter in all the years that I will be familiar with him.



He, as my immediate boss, immediately began our acquaintance with compliments and was very nice. He told a lot of interesting and useful things, while not boring at all, like his colleagues. I fell in love, and a month later he confessed his feelings to me. The only obstacle in our relationship was his engagement ring.

I knew about his wife, and she probably knew about me. Maybe not personally, but still. Nevertheless, the novel grew rapidly, and even some of my employees already knew about it. And what to do, no one was going to make claims to the boss, and even more so to me: I became tougher with age.



Our relationship lasted literally until recently. He loved me, Kiryukhu spoiled gifts and went hunting and fishing with him. We all went to the sea a couple of times. Not even hiding from anyone. But all the while he was thinking about his wife. Yes, he had no children of his own, but Ruslan gave all his tenderness to her.

If I cooked, he compared the result with what Nastya, his wife, cooked. I signed up for a dance - it turns out she too has been dancing for a long time and I never dreamed of her plasticity. I also need to choose the brand that she uses. Well, you see, better.



And six months ago, I realized that my son had grown up in school and began to understand who his mother was to Uncle Ruslan. No childhood friend. That's why I left my man. I wanted to quit, but the bloody pandemic got all the cards wrong, stayed. Ruslan accepted everything steadfastly, although it was clear that he cared. But it's better that I'm constantly compared to another.

You know, it turned out that my colleague had been in love with me for six months. That's what he confessed to me when we talked at a staff party. Of course, he didn't make that much money, but his ridiculous naivety impressed me. We went on a couple of dates and it seemed to turn out. A week ago, Ruslan came to my house in a terrible state of intoxication. He asked for forgiveness, but he cannot leave his wife.



A healthy adult man in a disheveled jacket and flowers. I think I have a different relationship. But you can't tell your heart, so I said I'd think about it. I want to ask you for advice, dear ones, whether I should go back to the old relationship, if a man promises to change, and he is a man of his word. Or spit on everything and try to start from scratch? Thank you for your attention and thank you very much for your response. Vera, 49.