My father cheated on his wife with my mother. When she became pregnant, he hinted at an abortion, but she refused. I was five years old, my mother found a husband who was categorically against me.
One autumn day, my mother lifted me out of bed, dressed me, gave me a backpack, sat me in the car and drove me to my granny for the weekend. When she left, she said: “You too understand me. I've been alone all my life. ”
I, being petty, did not understand the meaning of these words, only saw my grandmother with tears in her eyes. By childish naivete, I began to say that my mother would come for me on Sunday. But she no longer arrived.
She left me. When I turned 10, my grandmother fell ill. Fearing that they might take me to the orphanage, she called my father and asked to pick me up. He hardly agreed. His wife turned out to be a good woman. She gladly accepted me, and with two older brothers (14 years old), I became friends right there.
Stepmother, I soon began to call mom.A year later, my father filed for divorce and went to a young secretary. Mom fought for me in court, but I stayed with my father, who threw me at my grandmother. Mom always came. In the end, she decided to help us. We sold the grandmother's apartment and bought a small cottage in a nice village (not without the help of my mother, of course).
The brothers were at hand. All were close. At 20, I met a wonderful young man, and we started a relationship. They ended when, after 3 years, when I returned from work, I found him with a “colleague” in his underwear.
I kicked him out and forbade even to approach me, a month later I learned about pregnancy. By that time I had my own house (that same small cottage, since Grandma went to live with her sister) and I decided to give birth. She told her mom, and she agreed with my decision. A son was born. The former was terribly happy about this news, constantly called, came. I was not against his communication with the child, and even allowed me to take him away for the weekend. After 4 years, a colleague began to look after me.
Began a tumultuous romance, it ended in a wedding. We began to live in my house. But then I began to notice that my husband always finds fault with his son.That son put toys in the wrong place, his shoes are carelessly set. I made a remark to my husband and asked not to find fault. My whole life collapsed when I arrived home and heard sobs and flops. My “beloved” husband beat me with a belt of my 10-year-old son, who was lying on the floor and covering his face with his hands.
The husband yelled: “I will see once again how you hug the boy in no time, will you fly out ?! No mother will help you! ". Seeing me, he turned completely white, moved away from his son. In me like a beast woke up. I flew up to him, snatched the belt from him and began to bludgeon him with all my might. I screamed for him to immediately get out that I hate him. Then he shouted to me: “Choose! Or HE or ME! ” "Is he! Only he! In life, I wouldn’t trade my son! ”I shouted back.
When he went beyond the threshold, I flew up to my son. He was trembling all over, I began to calm and ask what had happened. It turned out that the son was returning from school with a friend. They reached our house and embraced in a friendly way. When the son came home, his stepfather grabbed him, knocked him to the floor and started yelling that he was pid *** and he would not tolerate in his house pid ***.
We divorced quickly. He did not get anything, because everything in the house was mine. Mom and brothers were shocked by this. Now I'm alone.No, I'm not afraid of loneliness. I have two wonderful brothers, a mother, a grandmother with whom, I, though not often, see my son. I am absolutely happy.