My sister is a fine car driver. Somehow she had something to do with the engine. We were advised by a class master, and my sister and I went to him. When I saw this master, my heart froze: a tall, handsome man stood before me. And I fell in love at first sight. It is evident and he liked me, because he appointed me a date. We began to meet. So beautiful after me no one courted. Soon the wedding was celebrated. How good it is when your beloved becomes your husband!
John had many acquaintances and friends. It is clear, his work is so brisk, a cool master is needed by everyone. One friend was the closest. They worked together and at the first call John rushed to him. I was even jealous of him for a friend. Once I told my husband that he probably loves his friend more than me. John smiled and asked: "Do not you have the closest friend?" Of course, such a school friend was. I calmed down, and continued to enjoy my happiness.
A child was born and I was completely absorbed in caring for the baby, and he was very restless. Often I did not sleep at night, then in the day just fell from my feet. John began to linger often at work, came late. We lived separately from him and my parents. Before the birth of the child, it was cool, but now I would not interfere with the help of my parents. Although parents and sister came to us and helped me.
I asked John not to stay at work so often, because it's hard for me. John somehow took offense and said that he now takes more orders, because our family needs more money. And to work harder, he needs a full rest, and he does not get enough sleep because of the child. Yes, and all sorts of men's household duties for minor repairs, assembling furniture and cleaning pipes on it. All right he said, of course, but still hurt. That's how he got away from caring for his son.
Time passed. The child was 3 years old. Maybe I will not look very good mother, but I had enough of those three years, and I did not want a second child. When the child went to the kindergarten, it became easier. And John was more at home. Life was getting better. I went to work. How happy I was!
One day my sister called me. She started repairs and she needed a metal folding ladder, which was at the dacha. I took the keys from the house, and we went. Arriving at the cottage, we saw that the gate was open. Rather, it was covered, and next to it hung a closed lock. We always do this when we arrive at the dacha. We were surprised: if they were thieves, then how did they know our habits?
We went to the house with apprehension. The door was locked. At the cottage we have the same lock, as at home - outside is locked with a key, and from the inside to the latch. Very comfortable castle.
We entered the house. We were attracted by some sounds. It was very scary, but curiosity prevailed, and we went into the room. Opening the door, we saw the oil painting: John was in bed with his friend. We found them at the most piquant moment. I almost got hysterical, but my sister quickly pushed me out of the house, put me in the car and took me home.
The meeting with Jonon was unpleasant to me until I was disgusted. He was lying at my feet, asking for forgiveness. But for me it no longer existed. I can not forgive treason, especially ... this. I always have before my eyes what I saw at the dacha. We broke up and it's still hard for me to talk about this.