I am married. My family is like everyone else’s, I have everything: a daughter, prosperity, peace, tranquility, stability, reliability, a man’s shoulder – and there’s a lot more to write about. All the things that any woman dreams of. But people have this quality: if you have everything, you want even more. It’s the same with me.
I have never been greedy for money, lived in my childhood not very rich. When I got married, I didn’t live very well either. Then my husband worked, grew up with a job, in 10 years of living together he made good money, and we have everything. I mean, I didn’t need anything, but I had an emptiness inside.
My temperament is very emotional and my husband is calm. We’re like opposites – plus and minus. He is a great person, but he is very boring at times. He didn’t understand me very well from the first days we met, and I’ve been with him for 13 years now, 10 years of marriage.
And one day I decided to join a chat room out of boredom – I wanted to find a companion with whom I could communicate openly and just get away from everyday life.
I met a man who was married and we communicated for a long time. Every day we would only text each other, I didn’t see him, and we decided to exchange photos, recorded voice messages. I should have known better than to do that!
As we continued to communicate, he started to pay more attention to me. He often complained about my wife and said mean things about her. I did not pay attention to this at once, and it is a pity it is too late to realize this.
We continued to communicate with him closely, frankly, we shared secrets, we came to trust each other. I couldn’t help texting him “good morning” anymore, and we communicated very often in the afternoon. It seemed to me that no one in my life understood me like he did. I enjoyed waiting for his message, living it.
There came a time when we confessed our sympathy to each other, that we were very good with each other just in the virtual world. I was drawn in, attached to it, I just admired him. We often talked on the phone. I just got lost in reality and lived a virtual life.
We lived 800 km away from each other. And I caught myself thinking that I really wanted to see him.
He confessed his love to me, said that he would like to pull our relationship into the light and so on. And after 8 months of our romance, so to speak, we saw each other.
It took me a long time to decide to see him, but I was going to him and I was just being carried by wings. I was like a little girl who believed in fairy tales, flying to him. Had I known the consequences, I never would have done it…
We rarely saw each other, we were intimate, we were lovers. Yes, I flew with him, he was the one I wanted to be with forever. I fell in love with him much later than he did, as he said. I lived and was happy.
He and I really wanted to be together, we decided to tell our halves. After all, we couldn’t go on like this, we were living a life of deceit.
I told my husband everything. There was a lot of drama. He ispovedi.com also told his wife, she also suffered. We all suffered a lot, lived under stress – he’s there, I’m here, but not together.
I did not dare to go to him, although he suggested that I live together and so on. I had a daughter, he had a daughter – I didn’t want to cause them suffering for the sake of the children, although we had already done a lot of things. In the end we continued to be lovers after these dramas. How disgusting it is to even write that! I was in the background, just living like a dumpster, happy at the same time, but aware of all the consequences.
He and I soon broke up for a long time, we did not communicate for a month. I suffered a lot, I was dying without him. Eventually we got back together, living in the same household. We saw each other and were no longer like lovers. Our halves knew everything, and we lived as roommates. It’s very painful to live and love and realize that we wouldn’t be together.
He asked me to marry him. But I didn’t dare to just go to him, he would go himself.
We decided ispovedi.com to get a divorce (how nice that I didn’t!). There was an agreement that he would divorce first and then I would come to him. But the war prevented us from doing so. He ended up staying in another country, escaping the war, and I stayed in the war to live, which I still do. And he and I broke up for good.
I didn’t go to him, he asked, begged, but I didn’t leave all my own in the war and I stayed here. It turns out I chose my family over him. After all that, he really insulted me and hurt me with words. And I just don’t believe in love, I guess it was all a trick on his part. After I turned him down, he just threw me out of his life. He never understood me…
