I had a friend named Lekha. Or rather, I thought of him as such. We worked together for many years. He was married. I had been living with a woman for the last couple of years, too.
Thought that she and I could have a good and strong family. Daria, was post-divorce and had a son, Seva. Seva was a very good boy.
He and I had a good relationship right away. I began to think that I got used to the boy and was beginning to treat him like a son, even though I had never had children of my own.
All in all, a family of my own was sort of taking shape. I can’t say with certainty that I loved Dasha, I just felt very good with her.
She was my mother’s neighbor, and when my mother passed away, she helped me, with the sale of her apartment and things. That’s how we got close.
And after a short time, we got married. She became my wife.
One day Lesha came over to my place and asked to stay with me for a couple of days. He had a row at home. I let him stay, not knowing what it would mean for me.
We worked shifts with him. When I left during the day, he would go into the night, and vice versa. One day I left for a night shift, and Seva called me, asking me to come home. I went back.
When I got home, there was an unpleasant surprise waiting for me. My Dasha and Lesha, were together. Seva said to me:
“You don’t deserve to be treated this way. I understand that you won’t forgive my mother and will kick her out and divorce her, and we won’t see each other again, but it’s only fair. I wish I had a father like you. You taught me so many good things that my own father couldn’t teach me. I will never forget you.”
I was grateful to him for that. At least he wouldn’t be as mean as his mother. His words, at least, lifted my spirits a little.
I kicked Lesha out of my apartment, and I let Dasha stay until morning, so she wouldn’t leave in the middle of the night with her son. I felt very sorry for the boy.
In the morning they left my house. Dasha tried to justify herself, but I didn’t want to listen to her. I was very sad about what had happened in my life. We were divorced. I kept in touch with Seva, of course, secretly from Dasha.
Dasha went back to live with her parents, where she had lived before she met me. Seva, comes to see me very often. Sometimes we go for walks with him after school.
One day, Dasha saw us. I thought she would argue with me about her son hanging out with me, but it turned out she wasn’t. She offered me to be his godfather. I was taken aback by her offer, but gladly agreed.
Now Seva is my godson. Dasha recently, married Leshu. I forgave them both, for Seva’s sake. I myself, not long ago and by chance, met Lesha’s ex-wife, Tonya.
No matter how paradoxical it sounds, feelings flared up between us too. Now we live together with Tonya. We are not friends with our exes, but we communicate only because Seva is like a son to me and he takes me for his godfather.
He has an even relationship with Lesha and he understands that I’m closer to him than he is. He does not interfere with us, and does not hurt Seva, although there is still jealousy.
