I Do Not Know What To Do-manu_bemberg

Hello. I am a 28-year-old woman. I got married at the age of 17 to 14 years older than me. after 8 years of marriage we separated, I have 2 girls at the time of 10 and 7. The father of the children did not do his duty to me and the children, I worked, but he constantly left every job. He stole from employers, didn't like the salary, etc. He was incompetent, lazy and kept thinking about where to find money for brandy, while I was thinking how to make ends meet. Selfish great. He kept telling me how much money I had brought him, how much money I had earned. His mother and father lived with us in the same house, they were confused, I was still to blame for everything. In 2016. 03 month. When I decided to divorce, I met a man in his 40s who was of Roma origin, unfortunately he was married and unhappy like me. We fell in love! I left my husband and left my two children with him. I found a place to pay for it and he supported me. The man I met lived with his second wife (a Bulgarian) from whom he has a 3-year-old girl, and from the first (a gypsy) two boys who are currently 16 and 11 years old and at that time they were with their mother abroad. And so I went to the apartment, he and his wife. He came to me every day, sometimes he stayed until the next day.

After a month, his wife left for her city with the child (in his words), but I doubted that she found out about us and that's why she left. Anyway, after she left, she took me home, and we were both alone, we decided to live together, but we hid and I didn't go out. So that no one understands. At that time, the father of my children kept begging me to come home for the children, but I kept refusing, and he finally filed for divorce by mutual consent, and I signed. We had no intention of reuniting with the man I lived with, but we loved each other very much. From time to time we talked about this topic to get a divorce to be together and that was it. All the time I'm thinking about where to go - should I go back and stay? I was very sad for the children, their father sometimes prayed to me and sometimes threatened me that he would beat me, kill me and for that I could not go to see them, to take them for 2-3 days. One day I decided that we could not continue like this and he was upset about his daughter, at least he went to see her several times during these 3 months. I told him that I had decided to go home to my children, he obviously did not expect this and he was very sad. We both cried a lot, my heart broke, for the first time someone cried for me, we had a very hard time parting. We got together with the children's father and he with his wife, but nothing was the same as before, I wasn't with myself at all, I was crying all the time, it was still in my head, I can't describe to you what pain I experienced. Even for. my kids were so sick of me.

For 4 days I lived through hell, I couldn't stand it anymore and I went back to the apartment, which even though I wasn't there, he paid for it. And all over again, his wife is at home with me, she after a while went to her house again 4 hours away, he took her with the child. We decided to get together, he told me that one day his two boys would come home, that his daughter would stay with her mother, etc., I accepted them, of course, I loved him so much. But he was constantly talking to his wife, they were constantly writing to each other as if he had no intention of divorcing her, we were constantly arguing about it, and I kept wondering if I had done the right thing by leaving my children for him. One day he said he was going to pick up his daughter. Bring her here to us, of course his wife did not know that he was not alone and gave her. I looked after her as my child, but on the one hand I was very sick of my two, for whom I exchanged their unhappiness for my happiness. The children's father, even though he knew I was with someone else, wanted us to get back together because of the children. Sometimes he let me talk to them, but most of the time he didn't. I wondered if this was why I left my children to look after someone else's child, what my children would say, that I left them to look after other people's children, that they needed me but I was raising another child. My mother and father have been divorced for 10 years, I am of Turkish origin.

My father learned about me that I was with someone else and he was very angry with me, he constantly told me to leave this gypsy, to take the children and go to him in Varna, where he lives with another woman. My mother was in Turkey, she was not against us, but when we were arguing, I complained to her, and she kept calling me to go to her to look after my life, not to look after other people's children. But I loved him too much then, I accepted his children, but I still didn't want to be with him. I couldn't do without him, but I couldn't do with him either. I both loved him and I was very sick. And so 4 months passed and I realized that I was pregnant. And now what would I do we both have marriages with other people. I thought if I gave birth to him, my children would not want to see me. I told my mother, she told me to get rid of him. I really wanted the child, but on the one hand I didn't want him. Although, I was angry that he was writing to his wife, he kept going, I saw what he was writing, they were joking, I was jealous and we quarreled a lot about it. On the one hand, I knew he loved me, and he showed it anyway. They wrote about the child, he took pictures with his daughter, he sent the pictures, to his wife. I thought that he was using me, that he would reunite with his wife, that if I gave birth to this child with him, he would throw me out. I didn't share my thoughts with him, I just told him that I didn't want him because of my children, he wanted him, he didn't want us to remove him. I thought for days about what to do, but decided to get rid of it. So it made me sick, but I was thinking about my children. I had an abortion and told myself it was over. After 1 month I decided to go to my mother because I was fed up with his daughter.

Beue was 3 years old and he always peed on his pants, shit in the rooms, I cleaned shit and peed all day, he constantly with the phone in hand did not even notice when his daughter yelled, peed on his pants. Of course, I didn't tell him that I didn't want his daughter, I told him that I couldn't anymore, that my children would swear at me, that they wouldn't want me because of that. Tears of blood again, pain again, I didn't want to part with him, but I felt guilty for both his daughter and mine. He took his daughter, I went to my mother and sent me to the bus, but again in the same way, I could not do without him and he did not want to live without me and wrote me to return. I came back again and the old song in a new voice. From the elephant fly, we fought for nothing, but we loved each other very much. I don't know him without him. I was leaving and coming home again. He took his daughter again because she was constantly crying on the phone. He could not speak even at 3, only a few words. He always wanted his father and he couldn't stand it. Zhen taught him that he was with me, all threats of divorce, that he would not give the child again, all problems, all quarrels.

For 1 year his daughter stayed with us, then a mother and took her for 5 months, he took her again and so I looked after her, blind from love, while her mother worked because there was no one to look after her. The children's father wouldn't let me talk to them, sometimes he would. In the winter of 2016 I took them for 2 days, but we stayed in a hotel, then I took them to their father. All this time, he was still praying that we would be together and so on until 2017. I wanted to take my children with us, but he always found reasons that the boys would come, that there was no one by law to judge us, as well as f. In the summer the two boys returned here to us forever. At that time, mine were with me for the summer, I had taken them with 300 dawns, I told their father that I would be at the party with them.

And quarrels started again, me with 5 children. Mine didn't listen to us, we were constantly arguing and I took them after 20 days and I wanted them to stay for 3 months. I broke up with them just so we wouldn't fight. But again the old song in a new voice. I got pregnant again. This time I was very happy, but he did not want it, because I was married to someone else and the child would be automatically written in his name when he was born. I cried a lot, I didn't want to remove him, but he constantly insulted me and in the end I decided that it wouldn't happen. And I removed it, but I'm very sorry, I really wanted it in spite of everything. I thought I couldn't live without him. My father got hit, I didn't keep in touch with him because of the man I live with, he took a spell that I left my children because of him, but I still didn't give up on him because I didn't see the love and respect he gave me. Continued ... but I'm very sorry I really wanted it despite everything. I thought I couldn't live without him.

My father got hit, I didn't keep in touch with him because of the man I live with, he took a spell that I left my children because of him, but I still didn't give up on him because I didn't see the love and respect he gave me. Continued ... but I'm very sorry I really wanted it despite everything. I thought I couldn't live without him. My father got hit, I didn't keep in touch with him because of the man I live with, he took a spell that I left my children because of him, but I still didn't give up on him because I didn't see the love and respect he gave me. Continued ...