After returning from the hospital, we had a serious talk. He told me that his grandmother was 'of ve…

After returning from the hospital, we had a serious talk. He told me that his grandmother was 'of very high moral principles' and that he valued her. Well, yes, high principles). It was clear he didn't come back to me out of great love or a sense of duty, but because nobody wants the burden of a child. After weighing everything, I set a condition: he lives with us until the baby turns one, and after that, he can get lost. I needed the colic to pass, to somehow get a handle on things. Plus, getting disability isn't easy – there were many doctors, hospitals, and medical commissions. That's what we agreed on. There was this hilarious moment – I grabbed his phone to send him photos, and WhatsApp was locked. I got curious, and unlocking it was no problem, a couple of seconds and wowwwww! Bouncing boobs, pussies, and masturbation😂. I couldn't help myself, I saved it all and texted her, "You're a terrible plumber, the faucet is leaking." He had her saved as 'plumber.' Bitch, I was rolling with laughter😂, imagining him running around while she was yelling into the phone!!! Oh well, we had our fun. From that moment on, his phone was unlocked, and his bank cards were in my phone. I can't say we lived harmoniously; there was some tension. He wanted sex, but I wasn't in the mood. Time passed, life got better, our daily routine improved. I saw how my husband changed and his attitude towards me and the family. The year was coming to an end, I pushed him to demolish the yard on the plot; there was a ton of work. The work done was hellish. We celebrated Alenka's first birthday, and I suggested he leave. And he had already forgotten). We decided to try living together if it worked out. And why not? I'm happy, I don't want anything else, I don't need another father for my children, and this one is already tame and domesticated). I won't forgive, no. But I will forget, yes, it gets forgotten. And I'll tell you something else. I worked in a male-dominated environment for 11 years. And for all 11 years, I observed them. Out of a team of over 80 people, only 1 remained faithful. They all look at women the same way. Some secretly, some openly, some are bold and resourceful, and some just wait for an opportunity. And after those observations, I don't want to trade a sure thing for an uncertain one. And I know for sure that there's no such thing as perfect. There are convenient or loved ones. And my mom used to say – if everyone is jumping off a roof, you don't have to do it either😛