My husband left us with the children to go to a young mistress, and when I met him again years later, I was horrified by what I saw
As it happened, throughout our ten years of marriage, we had six children. It was a true gift from fate that we had twins twice. At first, our family was content. My husband was not only a loving and loving father, but he also carried me in his arms and worked diligently for our large family.
I knew we would be together forever.
But then everything changed suddenly. I felt him drift away. Then, all of a sudden, I found out that he had a mistress. She was also expecting a child.
One evening, after packing his things, he said:
— I’m exhausted. Of the daily grind, of you, of the children. I want to live my life for me.
I couldn’t stop him from going. Since then, I’ve been alone. He didn’t call, lend a hand financially or emotionally, or participate in the children’s upbringing.
I was getting by. Sometimes we ate macaroni for a whole week. We sometimes walked five kilometers because we didn’t have enough money for transit. My parents and sister helped me. However, I managed everything on my own for the most part.
Years passed. The children mature. I got used to live without him. To live, not to wait.
I was on my way back from the market one day with the children. When I first saw my ex-husband, I was horrified by his appearance since he
At the corner of the street adjacent to the pharmacy, I saw a man in a wheelchair. “Help with food” was written on a torn sign. No legs. Not a home.
I almost went by. Still, there was a familiarity about him. I stopped. I peered closely, my heart tightened.
It was him. My ex-wife.
His sunken face was covered in unshaven stubble. His eyes were dead. The second leg was left footless, and the other leg was amputated above the knee.
When he saw me, his eyes darkened.
“You,” he whispered. — You
I found out later that he had been in an accident; their car skidded, the driver died, and he was left disabled. His mistress ran away when she found out that he would no longer be able to walk. There was no work and no pals. He ceased to be an issue for everyone.
I stood there for a long time. It was a weight to my soul. This is the man who lied to us. But he’s also the father of my kids.
A week has passed since that meeting, and I’m now debating whether or not to take him in and help him. Or not?
