When I told my kids about my man, they didn't mind, but everything changed in a moment.

Let's talk about it, What is civil marriage?. In fact, this is the accommodation of two adults in the same living space, with all the signs of marriage official. The only difference is that there is no registration of relations in a civil marriage. And yet, this is not cohabitation, since cohabitants can be more than two people who do not experience, at the same time, no romantic feelings for each other. That, as they say now, is quite different.



It must be admitted that before women were reluctant to enter into civil marriages. In fact, it was a disadvantageous union for them, since after the “divorce” they were not entitled to any alimony. They were not protected in their rights. And the social component also left much to be desired: neighbors whispered behind their backs too loudly. Today’s young people look at things more easily. Living with a man and not getting married? Why not? There is work, there are opportunities. We'll run away, so be it. Times change.

Do you think we love our children more when they are younger or older? When do they love us more? Probably as a kid. I remember how Maxim and Ruslana came to me as children, just like that. Talk to them about their day at school. My husband and I tried to raise them as real people. Do not be ashamed of them in any way. And that they, in turn, raise their children with dignity. That's the whole point, isn't it?

I’ve never been ashamed that my family wasn’t rich. My husband worked hard. And I saw it. But on the salary of a worker, an honest man, it is difficult to support four people. Even if you save, deny yourself some trifles - still one of the neighbors will be the first to buy a flat TV. Someone from the school will bring an expensive toy. And so on. You can't keep up with everyone, as they say, or try.

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Peels Children sometimes whined that their classmates already had this or that. That they were all dressed like pins. But what could I say to them? I loved their father and knew that he was doing everything in his power to ensure that we always had food on the table and, in general, we didn’t need anything. Unfortunately, the authorities did not notice his positive qualities for a long time, and when he was finally promoted, our happiness did not last long. A year and a half after this great news, he left us. I just didn't wake up once. Heart. From then on, housing and children were completely on my shoulders.

Thank God the kids grew up and they understood. They helped me around the house, tried to cheer me up, had fun. And they supported me, their mother. Not me, you know? Even though they lost no one, but their own father. I tried for a long time to recover, to find some kind of “miracle part-time job”, but it all led to nothing. My friend advised me to give up all this and go abroad. Leave the apartment for the kids and my mom. They'll live together. And then I'll come. That's exactly what I did. Flew to foreign lands for 12 long years.

During that time, while I was working, a lot of things happened. The children grew up and had families. First I sent money to my son and then to my daughter. As wedding gifts. No, I didn't have enough money for two apartments. Although all my friends, in fact, worked on real estate heirs. But financially, I helped them well: that Maxim, that Ruslan was bought in marriage each apartment. I agreed with the matchmakers to share the costs, so I was morally happy.



The other thing is, I didn’t see any reason to go home. I sent some money to my mom for repairs and medicine. I mean, she's very old. What should I do at home alone? With children, of course, will not sit. The main thing is that they feel good, develop and do not require additional funding. That's what I was most afraid of. That they won't be able to make money on their own and will be totally dependent on me. But it seemed to pass.

I wanted to work just in case so I could have enough money for the future. And come home, live without unnecessary nerves, overstrain and everything. Gradually meet old age. What else can I do? But it so happened that I met one of our compatriots and began to correspond with him online. He lived in a nearby town and didn’t know what to do. In divorce, the children are adults, and he wanted something permanent and native. That's how our relationship started to develop.



Anton moved into town with me and we started living together. For his auto mechanic skills, it was not important where to work. I didn't want to move. So we had enough money abroad and felt very good. Of course I missed my husband. But it's been so long that I think he would have understood me. I raised my children and it was time to think about my own comfort. My husband and I agreed to go home in exactly 3 years. Nothing less. And they say that’s how much love lives. How can I not check?

Exactly three years later we came home and began to live with me, as agreed. You know what a civil marriage is. The children came to meet me, they knew perfectly well that I would not be alone, but with a man. They were not against my choice at all. I was so glad they understood me well. And then Anton and I threw a little party. They called everyone: their children, their families, their mother. I was not even lazy to hire a girlfriend who advised me to go to work. Who knows where we would all be if it weren't for her idea?



And here's the big table. All gathered, beautiful, smiling, rejoicing. There hasn't even been a toast yet. So everything that you understand is as solemn as possible. Not officially, though. Suddenly a ray of light falls on my lover and he gets on one knee! I'm shocked. And he goes on: smiling, looking at me with such a sparkle in his eyes and asking me to be his wife! I almost fainted from the surprise! Of course, she agreed, and the tears from her eyes are in two streams.

How could this evening have been even better? Probably not. But he got worse. About 10 minutes later, I noticed some unhealthy cracking by my children’s families. They whispered, but it was clear that they wanted to pack up and leave. I didn’t understand anything and called my daughter. I asked her to answer as is. What is it? To which Ruslana immediately responded without much modesty. "You know, Mom. Civil marriage is one thing. But if it's real... Should I call your man Dad now? Will we have to share our apartment with him later? Have you ever thought about getting married again? After half an hour, neither the children nor their families were at the table. Well, for the sake of decency, they came up with a fairy tale that they all need to get up early in the morning.



Of course I was sad. It’s sad even now, even though it’s been months since. We still live with Anton at my place, but we haven't signed up yet. What is a civil marriage? It's not serious. I am as confident in my husband as he is in me. My children, however, have only called me a few times. We didn't even come to visit. In their eyes, I am a traitor. But I don't think I am. I began to notice how far I was away from them. Why can't they accept me and my man as one? I always went to meet them. Do I not deserve the same from them?