That year, my husband had an affair. He is one year older than me. People say that a 40-year-old man is a flower and looks better than his peers. Although he is not in the youth of boys, he is still very handsome. Maybe it was my negligence, or maybe I thought he was an old couple, and his son was so old that he became a relative. The last thing I want to happen is in my mind. My husband and I are divorced.
Honey, you can't say that! I think it's my ex-husband He would rather raise other people's children than live with me.
I have been working as a foreman in a restaurant, and my cheerful appearance is passable, but I am a little small. I will continue to work hard to make money, because my son still has to go to school, and one day he still has to deal with rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, or he has to live without a husband.
As I thought, let's live like this. At this moment, a man came into my life. On a rainy Saturday, I went to work as usual I met Lao Song (a pseudonym), a tall man from Northeast China, who came to the restaurant for dinner. He said that he had just returned from Sri Lanka to visit relatives. He is doing a ZG aid project in Sri Lanka, where he is in charge. He eloquently told other friends in the box where he saw it. At that time, he felt that he had unlimited scenery.
Then I came back two days later, still in this box, and I came to wait on them. Later, he inquired about my situation and learned that I had divorced, so he began to come here frequently and found many reasons to approach me. Through chatting, I learned that he is older than me 14 years old, but he has white hair. He said it was a family legacy. He said he had a wife and a daughter and would divorce for me. I was divorced at that time, and I really wanted a man to treat me and care about me. In this way, I began to associate with him. After more than a month of sweet time, his holiday will come to Sri Lanka! We keep in touch by phone WeChat.
When we met again, it was already half a year later. When I met him, I told him that he had filed for divorce with his wife, and that's what he came back for. In order to show sincerity, he bought a house in C City, and my name was written on the property certificate. At that time, he was not divorced, and writing his name involved the distribution of property between husband and wife. He gave the other party a three-bedroom house, plus 400 thousand, thus dissolving the marriage relationship with the original match.
My parents are nearly 80 years old, and I am old at home. He stood with my dad and looked about the same age (my dad often exercised and beat Tai Ji Chuan), so my dad was not satisfied, but he bought a house for my divorce, reluctantly accepted this son-in-law, invited the family to a high-end restaurant to confirm the relationship, or wished us a happy life and got a certificate to start my second marriage.
At this time, my son is faced with the problem of finding a job after graduating from college. Lao Song used his connections to find a job for his son and prospective daughter-in-law. Although he works far from home, he is relatively stable, and I am grateful to him.
The following year, we spent the first Spring Festival after our second marriage in our new home in C city. At that time, we felt so down-to-earth and found a man we could rely on. My son is also very kind to him. His parents are yelling all day for my stable and comfortable life in the future, and I am very grateful for the job he found.
After he retired, we settled in C city. It's nothing. I often accompany him to the mall for a walk. After dinner, he will accompany me to the square dance. We often go out in pairs, and we are very loving. Lao Song's daughter often comes to see him. Every time I come, I always cook a big table of dishes, just like my daughter, in exchange for calling me aunt when I have to. After all, it's not my own daughter, and I don't care, as long as I'm okay with Odbo.
In the long run, Lao Song couldn't sleep at night, tossed and turned in bed until late at night, and finally managed to sleep on the sofa in the living room. After a long time, he got a headache, and we began to quarrel over trifles. In the end, women can't beat me, and I'm not tall. Facing a man much taller than me, I am like a chicken. He never hits his face. This happened several times, and then I was afraid of him.
After two years in such a stormy day, I gradually realized that he regretted marrying me. Because he married me, he was complained by his daughter and received strange eyes from people around him. As the saying goes, a bad wife cannot be abandoned. He tried his best to divorce his wife for me, which made his daughter lose confidence in marriage (29 years old). He stopped talking about boyfriends afterwards. Lao Song regretted it!
He asked me to add his name to the real estate certificate of the house where I live now, and went to the CCBA to get justice, stating that I only have the right to use this house, but I have no ownership, and I can live until I die, but the house should be given to Lao Song's daughter. I agreed to sign it.
The most important thing is that my son is getting married. After having children, I have to coax my grandson into being a grandmother. Lao Song is firmly opposed to bringing his grandson to C city. He said don't kid my grandson. I told my son to have children in the future, but it's not my decision. The next year, my daughter-in-law was pregnant, and Lao Song and I were even more angry and quarreled. He even had a heart attack and had an operation. The doctor also said that he had moderate depression.
My daughter-in-law needs someone to take care of her when she is about to have a baby. I left Lao Song, and Lao Song also went to find her daughter. His daughter lives with his ex-wife What if I'm his ex-wife? I can't imagine.
We have maintained this relationship until now. I heard that he went back to our hometown and lived alone. Maybe his ex-wife can't forgive him, or there is no place for him. Time can change a lot, and he can stay a lot.
This is the real thing that happened around me. In order to respect the client, I used a pseudonym, hoping that the protagonist of the story would be happy in his later years.