2023-09-05 06:33:26
I got married very early, at nineteen. My husband and I knew each other from school, studied in the same class, and even sat at the same desk for a couple of years. When we moved into the tenth grade, he proposed to meet, and since then we have not parted.
The fact that we get married was not even discussed. Parents asked me not to rush, they persuaded me to graduate from the university first, find a job, get on my feet and then start a family.
But to me, dreaming of a wedding since the age of sixteen, it seemed impossible to wait so long. And Gena wanted us to become husband and wife as soon as possible, although his parents also asked us not to rush.
Therefore, we did everything in our own way: saved up some money, rented a room in a hostel, registered with the registry office and celebrated this business with gatherings in a cafe, where only a few close friends were invited. Gena then said that this is all nonsense and hardships harden.
Actually, under this motto our whole family life passed. For the next twenty-five years we did not live, but fought. Sometimes it even seemed to me that somewhere deep inside we understood that difficulties were the glue that holds our marriage together, and therefore we created them ourselves.
When we first got married, we had absolutely no money. And it was necessary to pay for the room, to make at least some repairs there, not to mention the purchase of products and so on.
A year later, our son, Yaroslav, was born, and two years later, our daughter, Sveta. Then they took an apartment in a mortgage, a loan for repairs and a car. In order to take it all out, I had to constantly turn around and think of something: look for part-time jobs, save money, borrow from friends and parents.
Family life resembled an endless struggle for survival, so that it was “no worse than others”. And only in the last few years everything has become stable. We paid off all the loans, the children grew up and, finally, we might breathe easy and live for ourselves.
It was then that it turned out that my husband and I were completely unsuitable for each other. In our free time, we have absolutely nothing to talk regarding. And somehow imperceptibly we began to move away from each other, each had his own hobbies, his own personal life.
The thought of divorce seemed to come to me and Gene almost at the same time. At one point, we sat down and talked like adults and decided that everyone should live as they want.
Here the first difficulties began. First, the children were once morest the divorce. They said that they had always considered us an exemplary family and, shocked by such a decision, they began to ask us to think and not make hasty decisions.
Secondly, parents. Mine began to press on me, arguing that I would dishonor the family, following so many years I should already “live out” my life with my lawful spouse. Every meeting or phone conversation with my mother ended in a quarrel.
Of course, this did not affect the decision to divorce. Gena and I sold a common apartment, and this money was enough for each of us to purchase separate housing. After that, I felt completely free and happy.
I took care of myself, started going to dances, learning Spanish. And two months later I met Kostya. He also went to these classes and somehow we were put in pairs to practice the exercise. After the lesson, he offered to drink coffee. I agreed, we had a very nice chat and exchanged numbers.
And somehow it all started by itself. Within a month we started dating. Kostya is a wonderful man, smart, interesting, I feel very good with him. True, he is twenty years younger than me. At first I did not even think that he was so young,
Kostya is tall, muscular, with a beard, I thought he was younger than me, a maximum of ten years. He also thought I was much younger. We found out our true age quite by accident, when the task was to write our biography at the Spanish lesson.
Of course, at first it confused me a little, but then I realized that I feel absolutely comfortable with Kostya, as with a peer, and I don’t care how old he is. But others are concerned regarding it.
Again, my parents and children got involved. They are categorically once morest Kostya. Starting with the fact that they call him a gigolo, and ending with the fact that they say that I have lost my mind.
Despite the fact that we have been dating for half a year, my parents categorically refuse to get acquainted with him and try to shame me. For example, my mother said that I had a crisis before menopause and that’s why I behave this way. My son and daughter, although they met Kostya, do not show much friendliness towards him and do not want me to continue relations with him.
At the same time, we communicate with our ex-husband as good friends, it’s not a problem for us, for example, to come together to the birthday of our daughter or son, he can ask me for advice, I can tell him regarding some of my problems. Everything suits Gena and me.
I do not know how to resist such an attack from the closest people. I am sure that following so many years I have finally found my happiness, and I do not intend to retreat.
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