We fell in love while we were still at university. We didnt have a penny to sparecouldnt even afford a proper brides bouquetso my fiancé picked me some wildflowers from a field. Strangely, they were beautiful in their own simple way. I married while expecting our first child. After the wedding, we moved in with my mother, who supported us as we finished our studies. In those early days, my husband and I were very happy. We went out together, and raised our son side by side. My husband helped me so much with the baby. We used to wake up just to marvel at our sleeping boy together. My husband did everything he could think of to bring money in.
He found work as a porter at a local company, sticking with it for four years. Eventually, he made up his mind to strike out on his own and opened a small grocers shop. The business took off. Before long, wed built a house for ourselves and managed to buy a car. We never denied ourselves anything we needed. My husband said I could leave my job and look after the home, and I agreed it was for the best. Our son graduated from University with a degree in Economics, and my husband offered him a position as the shops accountant.
But just days after he started, my son sat down and gave me news that bruised my heartmy husband had been having an affair. I was forced to make a choice: either ask for a divorce or pretend nothing had happened. In the end, I chose silence. I hoped my husband would tire of itthat hed return to how he was. Two months later, he came clean on his own. Worse still, the woman was expecting his baby. My husband told me he didnt want us to split up, pointing out how comfortably we lived. He wanted to maintain both familieshe would live with her, but still support me financially. He promised hed look after our son in the future, too.
I feel abandoned and completely at sea. My mind drifts back to our first daysthe wildflowers he once brought me, the way he looked at me. I cant seem to find my place anymore.
