The story of a cheating mother-in-law who stopped at nothing

The first love of a woman always leaves a mark on the heart, even if the relationship with the loved one did not last long. Sometimes people don't go out on their own. This happened to our reader, who had to part with his beloved man. Sometimes stories from life seem unthinkable and quite pretend to be the plot of modern drama.



Anton was raised in an intelligent family. His father was a university professor and his mother was a doctor. In his only son, the parents did not want a soul, devoted all their free time to his upbringing.

Anton went to all sorts of clubs, pleased his parents with good marks at school. The only drawback of the boy was his friendship with Veronica. A girl from a dysfunctional family: her mother is unemployed, and her father is a worker in a factory who did not let the bottle out of his hands all weekend.



This girl is me and Anton was my only friend. We spent our childhood together, he protected me from everyone, helped me do my homework. Antoshka and I were inseparable. At 15, I was left an orphan, of course, I was sent to an orphanage, and we could not communicate with Anton. He, of course, found out through the classroom where I was. He didn’t get an answer, so he soon gave up trying to contact me.



We met him by chance at the entrance exams. Anton has grown up a fine gentleman with good manners, and I have also become prettier. We started talking again. I didn’t notice how friendship turned into something more. We went to college together and began to communicate even more. I once told Anton that I kept his letters and always answered him. At home he found out that my parents had hidden my letters from him.”



Anton’s parents flatly refused to accept me. They even picked him up a match from their circle. Only Anton told them he would marry me after graduating. Despite the fact that my parents were against it, Anton and I started living together. After a few months of a happy life, I found out I was expecting a baby with him. Of course, I told him right away.

And then his mother showed up on our doorstep. I brought an envelope of money and politely asked me to get out of their lives once and for all. I didn't tell anyone, I just ignored that visit.



After the birth of the baby, my husband’s parents visited us in our modest apartment. Yes, there is not much space, but not in meters because happiness. And then Anton’s mother said that his son is not like him. A few weeks later, she handed him an examination with evidence that the child was not his. Anton believed it. He packed his things and left me.



He was the only man, and of course his son. At first I tried to convince him, I cried, I said it was a mistake. But he didn't believe me. I sold my apartment and moved to another city because I wanted to start a new life with my son.



Years later, I happened to meet Anton at a conference. He became a mediocre doctor, married a lady who was approved by his parents. I trained as a military doctor, my son was raised alone. Ten years later, I was able to trust another man. My husband and three children now live in a big family. There is no indication that one child is not his. My current husband loves all children equally.



I realized that no matter how much I loved a man, it is impossible to fight his parents all my life. It is only very sad that people in the twenty-first century are still attached to social status and cannot see the truly important features in people.