My husband stayed more and more late at work, and went to a friend for the weekend, I didn’t pay attention until it was too late.

It is no secret that in real adult life, both wives and their husbands, not all, but no, no, yes it happens, go left. And do not close your mouth with your palm, and roll your eyes incomprehensibly. This behavior of people is known literally throughout the history of mankind. And no one can change this state of affairs. Hormones, feelings and desires are stubborn things. But there are women and there are men. unfaithful. Just never.



Peels, so what don't they cheat on? What is the reason for this privileged attitude? Money, beauty, fame? Actually, a little bit of everything. But above all, of course, it is character. People with strong character do not run after others, do not ask for a drop of attention with all their appearance, do not get bored. With such always interesting, exciting and want to be around as long as possible. But, alas, not all of us can boast of a sufficient level of charisma and self-confidence. Therefore, we should carefully monitor our words, so as not to fall into the mud face when talking.

What could be worse than losing a family at a fairly mature age? I don't even know how to describe it, but my situation is of this nature. I don't seem to be very old, 53 years old, but my husband doesn't see me as a woman anymore. In fact, he found another one on the side. I never thought I'd get to this point, but I need help and support. I can't take it. To live in four empty walls, and all for what?

Our son is now an adult and is preparing to become a father. Despite his family circumstances, he and I sometimes communicate. Sometimes he gives me some advice, and somewhere I will give him something, that’s how we live. I try not to get into his life with any instructions, because he is already an adult. His father was never even drawn to this steppe. My husband always said people should be more independent. And I never missed an opportunity to accuse me again of disorganization and slackness. That's the kind of person he is.



Although I will not hide that I still love my husband, no matter what. He took care of me all his life. Taken from a small town, showed the world. He helped my parents without any reproach. It was because of him that I became who I am today. While all my friends complain about a hard life, a tedious job, poor health, I don’t feel it. Even with the education of my son, others helped me: nannies, cleaners and so on. So, yes, I have no reason to complain about fate in this regard at all.

That’s why over the years I became attached to my husband, my man. He was always strong, powerful, purposeful. Communicate with others confidently, but with due respect. Therefore, he still has many loyal friends, and from employees never received complaints about payment or bad attitude. My husband even taught me how to drive, although others refused. That's why I thought our union was approved in heaven and would never break up. But they were dreams.



With age, despite all my efforts and going to the gym, I gained weight. The coach advised me to keep notes in a notebook, where I would specify what I ate during the day and how many calories I got as a result. I tried to fill everything out, but the result remained the same. It was like fat on my waist and thighs coming out of the air. Of course, it put me in a bit of a depression, and my husband noticed it.

Perhaps because of my appearance, and perhaps because of a little melancholy, but he preferred our pastime with other options. Then he went to an old friend's cottage, where they roasted kebabs and went to the river. Then my husband had to stay at work longer to get things done. Again, he used to use deputies for this case, but now it was more convenient for him to do everything himself. I certainly agreed with his every decision. Until I finally found out that all my husband’s absences were really just for one purpose: to be with another woman.



My husband’s girlfriend is 10 years younger than me. She's just as athletic as I was at her age. Even our hair color is the same. She may be one of those women who does not cheat. So she's just my replacement, the same me, just in better shape? But I gave birth to a son. My husband lived with me for so many years. We are the same couple who have lived in the soul all this time. Such things cannot be ignored or forgotten. Appearance for a woman is important, I agree with that. But what about feelings and mutual respect, isn’t that what matters in a relationship?

My son reassures me and says that my father just started an age crisis. That he may have finally felt his age to the fullest and is now trying to escape that feeling. According to the son, the whole story should end soon, because he knows his father as a determined and consistent man. I agree with him, but have I become less worried? Of course not. I still don't sleep until early in the morning, waiting for my husband to call me.



And even though he only took his personal belongings with him, leaving my apartment, my car and my money in the safe, don’t think it made me any happier. I won’t be hungry and I can do whatever I want. But I don't feel like anything. Just lie in bed, blow bubbles and look at old photos. I have so many memories and no bad ones! I know a lot of couples get divorced, and that’s sad too. But for them it is like liberation, the cessation of suffering.

It's the opposite for me. I was happy in my marriage. My husband was in charge. I never thought for a second how to live the next day. Because I was supposed to be at home all day, and in the evening my husband came, and he was the one who decided what to do. Each time, his choice suited me completely. If I wanted to go out with a friend, I would always ask his opinion first and let them know if I was going to meet or not. It was my perfect life. I blindly believed that I was the kind of woman who was not cheated on.



I'll always wait for him. I won't say a word about his experiences with that woman. I don't care if he's around. This is my attitude towards my only man, my husband, the father of my child. And if it's not called love, then say what. Because I believe there is nothing stronger than love. She's the only one who can give me a chance to get it back. The main thing is to believe and wait. Sooner or later everything will fall into place again. You'll see.