The second year I and my children live in Canada, during which time I got a good job, thought that everything was fine, but one day a friend wrote to me.

Thanks to open sources of information, various TV shows and websites, today Canada We know quite a lot of interesting information: English and French at home, love of hockey and winter sports, wedge syrup and the general politeness of the bulk of people towards others. A great country that has long been on the path of development and progress.



Also, since the beginning of the conflict between Ukraine and Russia, Canada has been actively hosting refugees from the Ukrainian side. What to say, because there has always been a strong Ukrainian diaspora, and respect for their roots in Canada is still strong. It is not surprising that many Ukrainian citizens rushed there during the Russian aggression. Sadly, even in the 21st century, a sense of security is expensive.

After February 2022, I left the country with my children. I didn’t want to leave the country, but there were no other options. I just couldn't risk their lives and health. In the capital, there was a husband who, of course, gave the approval for our departure. But for obvious reasons, we couldn’t take it with us.



I will not describe here the efforts with which we had to go to another country, foreign to us. The kids were whining, I was all nervous. I was worried that for some reason we could be stopped at any second and turned back. It put a lot of pressure on the nervous system. So when I got there and met a former classmate, I finally felt better. It was as if a mountain had fallen from its shoulders.

Now we're more or less settled. Children go to the local school, learn the language. In any case, you need to know English. Unfortunately, I was only thinking about it now. I always thought I wouldn't need it in my lifetime, because there's always a phone with an interpreter on hand. But, no. It is better, at least a little, to learn English constantly. And it won't be superfluous. I can't say anything bad about Canada, it's a great country to live in.



Peels' husband, Renat, stayed home the whole time. Since childhood, he has a problem with his left hand: 80% of it does not perform its functions. Unfortunately, this problem can no longer be corrected. But that’s why he stayed at work instead of defending his country. But after the outbreak of hostilities, the authorities were forced to cut Renata's salary.

Which is actually quite critical. He also has a sister, Tamara, my sister-in-law. She also has health problems, much more serious than Renat. Therefore, she needs special conditions and care. I have known this woman for a long time and very well. Despite all her troubles, she always stood out for her optimistic character and love of life.

Since I don’t like wasting time, I didn’t want to accept the usual payments from the Canadian government. They barely had enough to live. You could just sit at home waiting for your kids to come back from school. That's not my approach. So I, through the same classmate, found myself a good part-time job. It became a little easier to live with money, besides, I began to lose part of my earnings to my husband. It was the hardest thing for him to do. I told him about Canada, we dreamed of living here together.



And when I thought things were going to get better (as much as possible), life turned into a famous place again. Marina, a friend of mine who stayed in the country, sent me a strange message. It's like she saw Renat walking around with another woman. Young, slim, all right. She saw them near her house, which is located in a completely different area of Kiev. "Great" news.

When I asked my husband how I should understand it, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. According to him, this simply cannot happen. He never stopped loving me and the kids. And he doesn't have time for some cheap affair. On the other hand, he was really in the area recently and, yes, not alone.



They were walking together: him, his sister and her nurse. In some of the most downtrodden moments, when there is simply no strength to sit with Tamara, Renat, on very rare occasions, did ask one woman to help him. I knew it because he told me about it a year ago. But why did they decide to go for a walk together and why did the three of them, when my friend saw only two of them walking in a hug?

Renat replied that she apparently did not see his sister in the wheelchair. He doesn't know that. He can’t hug because of the injury. Which also seems to be true. He always held hands with me, at most. It is embarrassing to lack, this often happens, although we never spoke about it in a voice. In general, his arguments seemed to me quite true.



But my soul is still confused. A friend says she saw what she saw. My husband has never been seen in adultery before. And I used to trust his words. Do two kids go left in this way? And under similar circumstances. I don't know what to think. But it doesn't get out of my head at all. My son asked me why I was sad all day. I don't know what to say to him.

Why don't we forget about Canada and go home to save our family? Or do you trust your husband and not cut off his shoulder?