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My wife was given an ultrasound, and I asked for an appointment with her, then I found out the truth she was hiding from me.
It often happens that the parents of the future wife are not happy with the groom. This is what happened in our history today. But things changed too quickly. Our hero has a new life. He was preparing to be a father. And then everything changed in an instant.
Editorial "Site" sharing his story with you.
Karina and I love each other and I want to marry her. The parents of the future wife at first were against our wedding, because “not such a husband wanted for his blood.” When I came to ask for their daughter's hand, they tried to kick me out the door. Then the bride intervened in the conversation: “I am expecting a child!” And everyone froze with surprise. It seems that the news struck me the most.
After a moment of confusion, the bride’s parents were animated: the father put a bottle of expensive cognac on the table, and the mother ran to the kitchen for a snack. “I hope you cook as good as your mother?” I whispered in Karina’s ear. “No, I’m going to drink just like my dad!” she smiled. We did not have time to finish, because the hostess called everyone to the table.
Under the influence of the second glass of alcohol, the future father-in-law’s tongue “untied”, and we began to negotiate. The wedding day is scheduled for next Saturday. They argued that it is impossible to postpone the marriage: Karina is pregnant, and everyone wants the growing belly to be less noticeable under the white dress. Then I said that I will take all the costs of organizing the celebration. But the future father-in-law and mother-in-law offered to divide the costs 50 to 50, and it was useless to argue with them.
The parents of the future wife called influential people, and Karina and I were painted out of line. Then there was a lush feast at which the father of the bride got drunk and constantly tried to hug me. And my mother-in-law, wiping away tears, told me that I should carry their daughter in my arms.
The first week after the wedding, we had to live with my wife’s parents because my one-bedroom apartment had to be renovated. Then we lived happily together. Despite the whims of the pregnant wife, the relationship between us was good. I tried to help her with everything: I washed dishes, met her from work and took her to the women's consultation.
When the next ultrasound of the fetus was prescribed, I asked to be present during the examination. In the office, the doctor put Karina on the couch and began to conduct research. He said he was in his thirtieth week of pregnancy and confirmed we were having a boy. Seeing that I was nervous, the ultrasound specialist reassured me and began to convince me that the fetus was developing normally. He walked us out of the office, but I came back.
- Doctor, have you been confused for weeks? – I asked the doctor.
Young man, I am an experienced specialist, not an intern! I'm never wrong!
My eyes have darkened: my love relationship with Karina began six months ago, and here - the thirtieth week of pregnancy! How?! I silently went out into the hallway.
I had an excited wife waiting there:
- What happened? Why are you so pale?
- Whose child is this?
- Yours!
- Whose child is this?!
- Mine! And yours will be when you're born! I met his father shortly before we met. He died in a car accident. Then I gave up on myself. And then you came and brought me back to life. I found out about my situation when we formed a close relationship. I thought the baby was from you. The timing discrepancy was revealed on the first ultrasound.
- Why didn't you tell me right away?
- I didn't say anything because I was afraid of losing you forever! I'm sorry if you can!
I stood and looked at the tearful face of my beloved woman. My soul was torn apart by conflicting feelings. There was such a “porridge” in my head that I could not deal with, so I just turned around and left.
I spent the third day at a friend's house, drinking and not answering my phone. I think about it because I am afraid of making an irreparable mistake. I love my wife, but I can't forgive her. Can you tell me what to do?
Editorial "Site" sharing his story with you.
Karina and I love each other and I want to marry her. The parents of the future wife at first were against our wedding, because “not such a husband wanted for his blood.” When I came to ask for their daughter's hand, they tried to kick me out the door. Then the bride intervened in the conversation: “I am expecting a child!” And everyone froze with surprise. It seems that the news struck me the most.
After a moment of confusion, the bride’s parents were animated: the father put a bottle of expensive cognac on the table, and the mother ran to the kitchen for a snack. “I hope you cook as good as your mother?” I whispered in Karina’s ear. “No, I’m going to drink just like my dad!” she smiled. We did not have time to finish, because the hostess called everyone to the table.
Under the influence of the second glass of alcohol, the future father-in-law’s tongue “untied”, and we began to negotiate. The wedding day is scheduled for next Saturday. They argued that it is impossible to postpone the marriage: Karina is pregnant, and everyone wants the growing belly to be less noticeable under the white dress. Then I said that I will take all the costs of organizing the celebration. But the future father-in-law and mother-in-law offered to divide the costs 50 to 50, and it was useless to argue with them.
The parents of the future wife called influential people, and Karina and I were painted out of line. Then there was a lush feast at which the father of the bride got drunk and constantly tried to hug me. And my mother-in-law, wiping away tears, told me that I should carry their daughter in my arms.
The first week after the wedding, we had to live with my wife’s parents because my one-bedroom apartment had to be renovated. Then we lived happily together. Despite the whims of the pregnant wife, the relationship between us was good. I tried to help her with everything: I washed dishes, met her from work and took her to the women's consultation.
When the next ultrasound of the fetus was prescribed, I asked to be present during the examination. In the office, the doctor put Karina on the couch and began to conduct research. He said he was in his thirtieth week of pregnancy and confirmed we were having a boy. Seeing that I was nervous, the ultrasound specialist reassured me and began to convince me that the fetus was developing normally. He walked us out of the office, but I came back.
- Doctor, have you been confused for weeks? – I asked the doctor.
Young man, I am an experienced specialist, not an intern! I'm never wrong!
My eyes have darkened: my love relationship with Karina began six months ago, and here - the thirtieth week of pregnancy! How?! I silently went out into the hallway.
I had an excited wife waiting there:
- What happened? Why are you so pale?
- Whose child is this?
- Yours!
- Whose child is this?!
- Mine! And yours will be when you're born! I met his father shortly before we met. He died in a car accident. Then I gave up on myself. And then you came and brought me back to life. I found out about my situation when we formed a close relationship. I thought the baby was from you. The timing discrepancy was revealed on the first ultrasound.
- Why didn't you tell me right away?
- I didn't say anything because I was afraid of losing you forever! I'm sorry if you can!
I stood and looked at the tearful face of my beloved woman. My soul was torn apart by conflicting feelings. There was such a “porridge” in my head that I could not deal with, so I just turned around and left.
I spent the third day at a friend's house, drinking and not answering my phone. I think about it because I am afraid of making an irreparable mistake. I love my wife, but I can't forgive her. Can you tell me what to do?
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