Returning to the beginning of a suddenly shattered romance, not only with a loved one but with a stranger in general. Only now have I realized that I made a mistake, leaving with my grandson in my arms.
She gave birth to the son of her lover, but he always stayed with his wife. Coming back from a dinner at a friend’s, she encountered a majestic, handsome man in the elevator with whom a conversation ensued. A few compliments from his lips were so fitting that they caressed her ear, and having lost the rest of her vigilance, she agreed to accompany him home. The prospect of arriving so late on the other side of the city was not encouraging.
Thus began our wonderful affair, which lasted a little over three years. Everything was going well in our relationship, even though he was five years older than me. He was married, raising a little child, but the fact of having a family didn’t bother me, nor him. They were completely absorbed in each other. I had a boyfriend at that time, but the relationship was about to end, and the reason found itself, which I don’t regret. The new man was orders of magnitude better than the previous one, especially since he promised to divorce his wife and move in with me.
The simple understanding that I shared my beloved with another woman occasionally stirred my conscience, but the proximity of the moment when he would move in with me warmed my soul. She was even jealous of him for his own wife, worried and suffered sleepless nights when her beloved wasn’t there.
The joy I felt when I learned that I was pregnant cannot be described with words. I immediately shared this joy with my loved one, but I didn’t see the same delight in his eyes. He was reserved and sparing with words, but undoubtedly happy to be the father of my unborn child. I was sure that this would be the breaking point with his wife.
It’s been a little over three months since the baby was born. Our meetings with our lover became less frequent, and in one of the last ones, he declared that he was staying with his wife. He loves her, there can be nothing more between us. My son and I don’t need him.
Even in a nightmare, I couldn’t imagine such a thing, how independent, convincing, and attentive he was during our communication, and he literally became a dull rag. But what should I do in this situation?
