I have something to say, and I want to share with you the story that really happened. A lot of people will probably blame me, but the effort was appreciated, believe me, I punished myself enough. We have been in a relationship for 30 years. After 9 years of relationship, we got married, built a beautiful house with a garden and raised 2 sons that I love most of all. We worked as equal partners in everything. They helped each other, complemented each other, knew each other, we were lined up like 2 partners. We also experienced a lot of unpleasant things. I was not the best of health and had trouble getting pregnant. The doctor told me that I would not have another child. My whole world collapsed. My husband worked until the evening, and at home he could not do anything, so I was alone. When he got home, all he wanted was hot food, sex and a functioning maid. I felt like there was something missing in our relationship after all these years, and I still can\’t name it.
We became best friends, not partners. In my life there was a man who came into all this less than three years ago. We became close and fell in love. He was single and had a foster son. We had the most wonderful time and I found it “something” with him. Passion, pure love.. It\’s like we knew each other forever. I got to know his son, I got to know his family.. I was running away from home. Henry relied on the boy, captivating me in the way he wanted to share everything with me. Perhaps he was disappointed in life several times, so this time, as I did, we felt that we belonged together. He decided to wait until I got divorced and sort everything out. Of course, my husband knew something was wrong. Even though he worked late at night. I told him about Henry and the situation escalated, but we still ” somehow ” worked. Of course, they continued to distance themselves from each other. He and I promised never to leave each other. We mindlessly loved each other at every meeting, did not deal with protection because of my situation, and in one voice expressed a wish that if I accidentally became pregnant, it would be a sign that we were on the right track.
I knew in my mind that this was obviously impossible. And boom. I got pregnant almost immediately. And this was exactly the moment when I should have done everything differently, rather than ending it with my husband and starting a new life, maybe out of fear. I completely stopped communicating with him for a while, did not tell him about the pregnancy and informed him that it was over.At home, on the other hand, it brought us closer. Of course, my husband thought the baby might not be his, but I lied about not sleeping with my lover. He wanted to believe and forget. He wanted to start over. And I instinctively grabbed the opportunity. We went as a family on vacation and were happy in the eyes. But I suffered badly. I would not really want my heartache to anyone.I clung to the little one and was unhappy. I still love the guy. what should i do?