Hello. I have been reading your stories for a long time, I share them, I experience them in my own way and I understand a lot of you, dear ladies, because I have been married for 8 years. In this type of relationship, I think that advice is completely unnecessary, because these are very delicate relationships that are completely individual and I think they do not tolerate other people's opinion. So here's my story. Well, at the beginning of our relationship I was driven crazy by a bunch of questions to which I had no answers. I cried all night that he couldn't be by my side. I woke up clutching the empty pillow, and outside, among the people who knew about our relationship, I was like some unfortunate woman breaking up families. I was humiliated and rejected by society. But I loved it. Did I break up a family - answer: not at all !!! If I hadn't shown up, would they have been in family harmony - of course not ! He had a seven-year relationship with another woman before me, so the conclusion is that the family has long since broken up. But I did go through hell for him. In order to cope and overcome the pain of his absence and not to be vulnerable to people, I isolated myself from everyone. I only went to work because the company is mine and no one dared to take up the subject. I was depressed for a long time, I felt very alone, although it wasn't because of his behavior, I just wasn't used to being second, but I wanted him more than anything and I was ready for anything .... My friend was carrying me in his arms, the sweetheart tried in every way to make me understand that his marriage did not bother us and helped me to overcome all my torments as painlessly as possible. In the interest of truth, we were not inferior in points to a married couple, but the empty ring shone in my mind from time to time, of course, to land my illusions. We were together almost everywhere and we were really happy. When he had to go on vacation with his family, his heart was broken, but I smiled inhumanly and told him to go and that very soon things would get better. He admired the strength I showed and the compromises I made with myself to be with him. On our third anniversary, I told him that I had considered things very thoroughly and soberly, and that I had decided not to commit myself, but to wait for him, or at least to be with him, even in a secret way, because he really was the man for me. He cried and thanked me a thousand times for being so strong and patient. In fact, I'm neither strong nor patient, I just don't know what happened to me then, I just changed without realizing it. Perhaps my great desire to be with him and the thought that we would one day be together strengthened me and showed me to acquaintances and relatives as a complete stranger. Of course, I couldn't lie to my mother about how happy I was. I could see him watching my artificial smiles, and I was very sad that he was tormented by me. She often tried to talk about him, but I was adamant that this man was my life and I would be with him, even though I was second all my life. I tried not to show him that I was suffering, because I knew that he also suffered a lot and was terribly confused. I didn't want to disappoint him, I didn't want to press him, I was just trying to convince myself when I told him that we had to suffer a little more to be very happy. He has a wonderful daughter who loves very much. We decided, that we would let her live a normal childhood with both her parents and then whatever came. He felt good when I supported him for the child. By no means did I want to drive him and think for a moment between me and Sandy (his daughter), because that is already mean and ugly. Still, the weather was really a drama for both of us. We waited for something to happen, but we both didn't know exactly what was going to happen, how Sandy would ever react, and the tension was great. My love for him helped me to some extent to overcome the pain and loneliness, but my desire to have a child with him grew by the minute. I didn't dare tell him about my dream, because I didn't want to make him nervous and I didn't know exactly how he would react then. And time passed .... On my 25th birthday and Sandy has a birthday - we are on the same date, she then turned 17 years old. His wife had moved out once again, without the child, and he decided to celebrate together and then introduce us. I was numb as he told me, scared to death. A long-awaited meeting, and now I'm wondering what to do. We agreed on the phone that they would both come to pick me up. And ... They were already at the entrance. I barely got to the car. But to my surprise, opening the door, a beautiful young lady handed me a bouquet and greeted me for the holiday in a very kind tone. I cried and hugged her. I didn't know if I was dreaming, but no, it was all real. I went up and we went to dinner. The child did not stop shaking my hand, he begged me in 5 minutes to go to the toilet, and there through tears he thanked me for making my father happy and did not stop repeating to me how beautiful I am. I was amazed by Sandy, I just fell in love with her. I had the feeling that this child is mine. We went back to my apartment. Sandy literally fell asleep at my neck with so much emotion, she was like a baby. We moved her to the other room to be alone and talk. He told me that before they took me and he told about me, and she was very happy - surprisingly. We went to bed and he told me that he wanted to give me something he had been waiting for for 8 years, namely to have a child. Indeed, this has already taken me out of all reason, I cried, I was mad with happiness ... IT HAPPENED - GOD REALLY WAS THROUGHOUT THIS HELL WITH US “I am pregnant !!! We are currently waiting for the court decision to take Sandy with us and we will really live normally. This is my story. I don't know if it will help anyone, but I want to tell everyone who has such connections: If you think it's a temporary hobby, experience it and don't waste it, but if you really believe and love the given person - FIGHT, Grit your teeth and BELIEVE, BECAUSE NO ONE MORE THAN YOU DESERVES TO BE HAPPY AND LOVED !!! Sincerely yours: Ani
1 fiftyshadesofgrey answered
What you write is wonderful. I smiled with my heart when I read you. I share with you, I am in exactly the same situation with the difference that I am the man. I cannot describe to you how strong a father's love for a daughter is and how strong the clash is if he has to choose one or the other love. And a lot of time passed with us, (5 years old) I managed to prepare my ex-wife and daughter that I really love another person and that does not necessarily mean ruining their lives. This, of course, hardly diminishes the feeling of betrayal. The fact that the woman I love loved as bravely as you, no matter what it looks like to others, allowed me to maintain my self-esteem and now we work for children. Of course, I am absolutely aware that these are two very rare cases and we should not be deceived in any way that in most cases such relationships do not have a happy ending. Where does the so-called negative definition of "mistress" come from, which in practice should mean the woman I love-love, and from there to sound proud and wonderful.