Many have written that they lived 24 years... how is that possible. Yes, we lived almost 24 years. T…

Many have written that they lived 24 years... how is that possible. Yes, we lived almost 24 years. The story is banal to the point of horror. Five children, household chores, providing for the family... he simply got tired of it. Although I also worked between the births of the children, and I still work now, unlike him who just dragged it all alone, poor thing. The worst part — girls, it wasn't even an affair in our situation, but how it was done and with whom. BM — a lecturer at the university. Well, there he met this girl, she's 21. What he saw in her is unclear. But as it is. But the most disgusting part isn't that. The most disgusting part is that this girl, at that time, was my son's girlfriend. But I think BM didn't know, and neither did I. Although they had been dating for more than six months. But that's not all the joke. How I found out. The eldest son showed me a photo. In bed, she and he. At our home. I was at work. Phew... I'm writing and getting goosebumps; it's unclear how we endured this. The son came back from school, went home, and there were no younger ones there. So he saw the whole scene. He took a photo. Left. Came to my workplace, pale. I thought someone had died, honestly. We went outside, he showed me the photo, silently. A silent pause. I stand in shock, my son too. We're silent. I say with a coffee face: interesting, so what's this girl? 😄 My son with the same face: that's my girlfriend Nastya. And we just stood there, I don't even remember how we got home. We entered, of course, no one was there. What stunned me was my son. We went out with him and had some cognac. The son left. I went to pack his things; my mind was a mess. There were no tears or screams, only pain and confusion about what to tell the younger children now: why was Dad home yesterday and we celebrated our daughter's birthday together, and today it's a divorce. Packed his things and put them in the hallway. He came back in the evening, looking like a beaten dog. He muttered something about being confused, didn't know what to do, loved the family, loved her. I told him not to worry, I've already made all the decisions. Then he started screaming that he would take the younger children, and I wouldn't get alimony. 😁 The state was unreal, like in some dream. In all this situation, I felt sorry for my son even more. BM found out that his girl, my son's ex, it was clear that she was also a bit shocked. My son and his father no longer communicate. BM asks the younger ones to reconcile them 🫠🤣, I tell the younger ones to send him on a long walk. And also, the apartment where everything happened is mine. Mine by inheritance, not shared in marriage. It's my personal apartment. And it took such audacity and stupidity to drag it to us. It's disgusting and repulsive, of course. We didn't sell the apartment, but I completely renovated it and replaced all the furniture. Of course, everyone was shocked: the children, me, even the mother-in-law when she found out. The eldest son tried hard when she came to pour a bucket of shit on me, saying I threw out her son like a dog from property that wasn't his anyway. BM went with this girl to rent a one-bedroom apartment; as I understood from the children's stories, she's always an unhappy woman, as his daughter called her 😆. Now the emotions have passed, and I'm writing in a jumbled way, remembering all this, part of it I don't even remember, memory as if blocked. The stress was strong, I lost 10 kilograms, even though I was already thin; now I have a slight weight deficit. I can't say if there were any warning signs at all. Intimacy was frequent, she never went through his phone, there was no reason or time for that. From his side, everything was steady, the attitude was always hugs, smiles, etc., I didn't feel that something had changed. Oh, in general, such a story.