You know, our journey started more than fifteen years ago, back when I married my husband. In the early days, we lived with my mother-in-law and worked together at a local factory. Eventually, we moved into a shared flat and, at first, things seemed to be looking up. Spotting my husbands career potential, I encouraged him to go to university, while I managed his coursework and all the household bits. Honestly, I wrote his reports, essays, and submitted his assignments, just to help him pass and get ahead at work. Even though my own career didnt really take off, despite a proper degree, I found comfort in our familys happiness.
When our son was older, I fell pregnant with a daughter. Soon after, I went back to work, but both of our kids were always under the weather and needed regular care, so I was hardly ever away from home. Still, I tried to keep positive and was genuinely grateful for the love and joy in our little family. My husband grew more committed to his job, and eventually, we were able to buy a roomy flat where our kids each had their own bedroom. They were thrilled, honestly. But the more successful he became, the less he was around, which started to worry me.
Then, one day, I found out about his affair through an old work friend, who was going through the same thing with her husband. I went straight to his workplace and confronted the woman he was seeing, pleading with her to leave our family alone. She absolutely humiliated me in front of everyone, never once apologising or showing any regret. When my husband came out, he admitted everything and said he wanted a divorceclaiming that he was tired of living a double life.
He wasted no time hiring the most expensive solicitors and left me and the kids with nothing, not caring one bit about where wed live or how wed manage money-wise. My ex was wrapped up in his new romance and honestly, I could hardly cope. Thanks to my parents stepping in, I managed to buy a tiny flat and pick up a job to keep things afloat for the three of us. Slowly, life started to look up.
A year on, my ex-husband showed up, asking for help. Hed lost his job, been dumped by his new wife after getting into a car accident, and still never apologised for how hed treated usif anything, he acted even more arrogant. Despite begging for support, I just couldnt bring myself to help him. Hed left us with nothing and didnt care at all. Now, its finally time for me to put the kids and myself first, just like he did all those years ago.
