At a young age, I realized what the future was for me, so I decided to do my own thing.

Sometimes. men are returning after the breakup. Everyone has their own reasons for this. Some just can’t find anyone better or can’t find anyone at all. It affects the age or financial situation, character. Someone really clears his head, increases the sense of nostalgia for the past. However, this does not guarantee that everything will be the same again. Women don't often take exes back.



There are times when men come back for their children. Everyone knows that in court the child is often left with the mother. For a variety of reasons we would like to talk about next time. But, nevertheless, situations in which a man is a better father than a husband do not happen so rarely. What to do in this case is not an easy question. Risk and find someone who will be a good stepfather and perfect spouse or try again to start over with your ex? There is no clear opinion on this.

Even at a young age, after school, I decided for myself to be a housewife. The town is small and there are no other options. I never excelled in my studies, so higher education just wouldn’t pull. Finding a man with money is not an easy task for us. So, one, two, and I got it. And every other beauty walks. Or at least those who think she is beautiful. So I decided to do my own thing.

I was able to move out of my parents' house, got a job as a barmaid at a local establishment. I kind of found myself. A year later I met Yura and everything went wrong. I fell in love.



We agreed that if Yura wants to be my man, my husband, then he should be the leader in our family. I understood that working in a public institution was not suitable for a married girl. At that time, I was getting tired of her. On the other hand, it has become more and more clear to me that I love peace and quiet. I love it when there is no need to rush and think about all the difficult things in life. And Yura promised me that he would do anything to make me happy.

Unfortunately, people at all times did not follow their promises. It happened in my case as well. I tried to keep order in the house, cooked, cleaned. I did not succumb to the influence of routine, tried to watch myself and did not soak my eyebrows because of trifles when my husband returned home.

Yura, in turn, also tried to be the head of the family. But he was not good at it. We lived in a rented apartment, paid utility bills, shopped and sometimes went on vacation. But it was the ceiling. There was no development or hope for it. So my pregnancy immediately brought division to our family. We all know that in a happy marriage, the opposite is true.



After many conversations, quarrels and truces, I still had a baby. We denied ourselves in many ways that Zhenechka grew up in decent conditions. I literally didn't sleep at night for that. She continued to do family business. My husband didn’t help me at all. And yet, when our son was 4 years old, Yura, despite everything, gathered and left the family. Said he needed time to think. He didn't even file for divorce, you scoundrel.

And now, five (5!) years later, he suddenly wanted to come back. It’s a small town and I’ve heard from time to time about my husband. He began to cohabit with one woman, then with another. They even whispered that he almost landed in places not so remote. But somehow he got away, I still don't know how. And sometimes I got money on my card from him. Rarely, once every six months somewhere. Apparently, when his conscience was completely gnawing, he was tearing away some pennies from himself.



So, he came to our house one afternoon while Zhenya was at school. He said he realized his mistake and wanted to get it back. Especially since he's still kind of my husband. And together, he said, it will be easier. The boy needs someone to educate, nail in the house to score.

I don't really care, believe me. There was no such thing as “love” for me for a long time. I do well with household responsibilities, and my parents and part-time jobs help with money. Overall, I'm fine. The former (because in fact the former) I do not hate. I just don't have any emotions or hopes for him anymore. Zhenya's biological father, everything.



As for my son, I was interested. You see, I stopped telling him stories about his father being in another country, very rich, but he's coming soon. Yes, he himself understands that there really is nothing like that, unfortunately. It wasn’t me who told him that, but other kids from school. It’s a small town and everyone knows each other.

And so the guys, if you can call them that, who are a couple of years older than Zhenya, began to mock him and call him names in every way. It was only because my father had left us, and everyone around us knew it. Zhenya, when he was sure that this was not so, still tried to argue somehow, quarreled. Then, when I grew up, I understood everything and somehow began to distance myself. He stopped obeying and even began to show aggression from time to time.



Who knows, maybe his father will help his son change? To be a normal guy again who respects his mother and doesn't argue with her about the slightest nonsense? I don't care about Yura, I would never see him again. I can’t find another man right now. And he is, after all, the native blood for Ghenka. Who knows, maybe it will be good for the child, and then there is something in the head of the father. Men come back, sometimes. Maybe he realized that he had been wrong all this time and that it was time for him to really repent. Who knows, maybe, but what if?