When she first met me, my wife was very active, saying, “I’ll go to the same school, I’ll do the same job.” Soon we had a child. When my son turned four, he told me he was pregnant again. Of course, what if I don’t like it?
So we have two beautiful sons. When my youngest son became pregnant, my wife started to cry. Again, he started talking about “I want to go to school, I want to work”. I didn’t like it, but I looked like I was supporting my friend:
– Then go and learn. Do the work. Who is lost? Having said that, when I left for work in the morning, my wife would greet me in the evening with a state that she had watched all day long. Then I said: – It’s happening. But who would send their children to kindergarten and pick them up in the evening?
What about food and drink? Because of work, your children would be late. Tomorrow morning, my wife is still missing. Days passed like this… When my two children started growing out of control, I kept telling my wife openly and secretly that I wanted to have another child.
And so my third child was born. My wife has reached 40. No school, no work. Financially, it was completely under my control. Of course, when I come home from work in the evening, the food is ready and I don’t have to worry about my children. But today I looked at my wife in a different way.
I noticed that she has become a person who doesn’t even wear makeup on her face, looks good but has no clothes, no passion, no job, no goals, and nothing to be happy about except seeing her children. The active young man who used to say, “If I do the work of my dreams, I will create something like that” with shining eyes and reddened cheeks, disappeared before my eyes.
It seems like two different people ten years ago and after. He called his wife and both of them sat down at the coffee table. Holding his wife’s hand, he said: – When we both go on a date tomorrow, her eyes will sparkle with joy.
The disbelief in my wife’s eyes was clearly visible. Until that moment, until I saw that sad look, I realized that I had been walking without knowing myself. The next day, as promised, I invited my wife on a date and listened to her talk all evening.
I had to wonder why I lived with this man for ten years and didn’t care about the people around me. Until then, I realized that I was a cheater myself. It was my mistake to think that a bully is a person who is violent and violent.
I learned that he was a dangerous rapist who strangled his wife financially, deprived her of opportunities to socialize just for his own convenience, threw away her dreams, and crushed her goals.
I’m a lucky man who saw my wife’s eyes light up after just one night of dating. I am a lucky man who realized his mistake even though it was too late.
Now I will provide my wife with the opportunity to study, create the conditions for her to get a job, and strive for a good life with my three beautiful children…