2024-03-15 09:09:42
Let them peck me, but following the divorce I left my son with my husband, and I myself pay alimony and do not see the child. And this is one of the best decisions in my life.
When I got married, I wanted to fly. The love was enormous, it seemed to me that my man was the best in the world. The first two years of marriage confirmed this to me.
Our first year was like a honeymoon. We were together almost all the time, never quarreled, and said nice things to each other.
I loved cooking for him, lying next to him and watching TV, just walking hand in hand. The husband was very gentle and attentive. I still remember this time with some kind of aching tenderness.
And then I got pregnant. This was also a happy moment, my husband carried me in his arms, rejoiced, kissed my stomach, and when the ultrasound showed that we would have a son, he even cried.
Throughout my pregnancy, he fussed with me like a chicken and an egg. Worried more than I did. He constantly asked how to help me, what I needed, and was very attentive and helpful.
Then I gave birth. When I returned home, my husband helped with the child with all his might, babysitting him just like me. Everyone was touched by such affection between the father and the child.
The problems began when the child began to show character, be capricious, run away and become a hooligan. I tried to raise him, and my husband unleashed all the dogs on me.
Like, I’m too strict, I mock the child, I don’t let him develop. You can’t say anything once morest a child, you can’t punish him, you can’t scold him.
The son quickly realized that dad was always on his side, and began to openly lie, that I was offending him, not giving him anything, swearing. My husband yelled at me right in front of the child.
And the son fought off the hands as quickly as possible. He might bite me, it was very painful on purpose, and if I started scolding him, my son would run away and shout that he would tell dad everything.
The child bit, fought, and did not obey. It was a shame to go out onto the set with him. In the kindergarten the whole group quietly hated us. The son was completely uncontrollable.
When a child almost drowned a kitten while visiting his grandmother, I decided to take my son to a specialist: it seemed to me that he had mental problems.
The doctor said that the child was neglected, if we don’t take care of it now, it will get worse, but there are no diseases. And I had no idea how I might eliminate this neglect.
When my husband found out regarding going to the doctor, he hit me for the first time. It seemed like a slap in the face, but I thought he broke my jaw.
– My son is completely normal, do you hear me! Once once more I find out that you are arranging something like this – I will fucking kill you! – my husband yelled while I calmed the circles before my eyes.
My son was in the same room and he was having fun. He sat on a chair and giggled while I tried to press myself once morest the wall, and his dad yelled at me, periodically swinging his arms.
After that incident, I was sick of looking at both my husband and my son. The child now threatened me that if I didn’t buy him something, he would tell dad, and he would hit me once more. And he smiled cheerfully.
He himself also did not hesitate to hit me, once a mug flew at my head, and my husband said that the child did everything right, it was my fault.
A kind of apathy set in; I wanted to fall asleep and not wake up. After all, it all started so wonderfully! At what point did everything go wrong? I didn’t understand.
For regarding six months I walked like a shadow around the apartment. My status was no higher than that of a cleaning lady, that’s how my husband treated me, that’s how my son perceived me.
Then I realized that I didn’t want to live like this anymore. And I filed for divorce. My husband threw a storm when he found out regarding this, yelling that he would destroy me if I dared to take his son away from him, and when he learned that I didn’t plan to do this, he quickly calmed down and even became polite.
We divorced in a very civilized manner. My husband even offered to pick up my car, but I didn’t need anything. We agreed on minimum alimony and went our separate ways.
Only then did I feel that I might breathe deeply, that this terrible stone was no longer on my shoulders. Like being born once more.
I left that city. I’m tired of people whispering behind my back, I’m tired of hearing nasty things regarding myself. And I didn’t want to meet my former family.
Now I live in peace. Nobody knows regarding my past, I’m not going to tell anyone regarding this story. I hope that I won’t see my son once more, I don’t want to know what kind of freak his ex-husband has already raised him to become.
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