Years later, I saw my husband again and was appalled by what I saw after he left us with the kids to go to a young mistress
Over the course of our ten years of marriage, we had six children. We had twins twice, which was a true gift from fate. We were a happy family at beginning. In addition to carrying me in his arms and working tirelessly for our huge family, my husband was a kind and devoted father.
We would be together forever, I was certain.
However, things abruptly changed. I sensed him slipping off. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, I discovered that he had a mistress. She was pregnant, too.
He packed his belongings one evening and uttered:
– I’m worn out. Of you, of the kids, of the everyday grind. Living for myself is what I want.
I was unable to stop him from leaving. I’ve been by myself ever since. He didn’t call, help out with money or attention, or take part in the kids’ upbringing.
I was making it through. On occasion, we spent an entire week eating macaroni. Due to a lack of funds for transportation, we occasionally went five kilometers on foot. My sister and parents assisted me. But for the most part, I handled everything by myself.
Years went by. The kids grow up. I became accustomed to living without him. Not to wait, but to live.
One day, the kids and I were returning from the market. I was appalled by my ex-husband’s appearance when I saw him because he
I noticed a man in a wheelchair at the corner of the street next to the pharmacy. The sign that read, “Help with food,” was torn. No legs. Not a house.
I nearly passed by. However, there was something familiar about him. I paused. I clenched my heart as I looked intently.
He was the one. My former spouse.
He had unshaven stubble all over his sunken face. He had lifeless eyes. One leg was severed above the knee, and the other was left footless.
His eyes clouded when he saw me.
He muttered, “You.” — You
He had been involved in an accident, I later learned; their car slipped, the driver died, and he was left incapacitated. When she learned that he would no longer be able to walk, his mistress fled. Both friends and work were absent. He stopped being a concern for everyone.
For a long time, I stood there. My soul felt burdened by it. The man who deceived us is this one. However, he is also my children’s father.
That meeting was a week ago, and now I’m wondering if I should take him in and assist him. Or not?
