It's hard for me to believe this actually happened to me. When I start telling the story out loud, without getting too deep into the details, it still feels like a dream. It's just easier for me to think of it that way, because what happened is so far outside the realm of anything I ever thought could happen in my life.
I have a husband, and we've been living together for two years now. In all that time, we haven't had children yet, and thank God for that. Everything happens for a reason. That's what they say, and it's true. He's already over thirty, and I just turned twenty-two.
It happened right before my birthday. I got up in the morning, got ready for work, and left. During my lunch break, my husband called me and said he wanted to stop by my mom's place. I don't remember exactly what he needed, whether he had to give her something or pick something up.
I should say a few words about my mom. She's not your typical housewife in a worn-out bathrobe with a towel on her head. My mom has always, for as long as I can remember, taken care of herself. She gets manicures, goes to the salon, gets those special injections that are supposed to preserve your youth. And she taught me from childhood never to let myself go. Because beauty isn't forever, and as you get older, you have to work harder and harder to hold onto it.
I came home from work pretty late that evening. I ended up having to stay after hours. I was surprised to find my husband wasn't home. I started to worry and called him, but it turned out he hadn't taken the car to my mom's; he'd gone on foot. He'd stayed there, she made him tea, and by the time he was ready to leave, the buses had stopped running. So he was going to spend the night there and come back the next day.
I didn't suspect a thing. I mean, this was my mom and my husband—what could possibly happen! I woke up the next morning to a phone call from my younger brother. First, he wished me a happy birthday. Then, from the tone of his voice, I could tell he had something to tell me, but he didn't know how to start.
Anyway, our dad was out of town that day, away on business. That evening, when my husband was going to stop by her place, my mom already had a friend over. They'd opened a bottle of Prosecco and were happily drinking it together. When my husband arrived, they invited him to join them.
They just kept drinking and drinking, and when it was time to go to sleep, my husband stayed in the kitchen, my mom and brother went to sleep in the living room, and they sent the friend to sleep in the den. My brother woke up to the sound of moaning—my husband and my own mother! I felt so sick when I heard what he was telling me that I asked him to stop. And I felt so sorry for the poor kid, having to hear something like that.
When I confronted them and told them I knew, they both, of course, denied it. But I believe my brother without question. I didn't tell my dad, and I convinced my brother not to either. I don't think he could handle it. There's no getting away from my mom, so I had to grit my teeth and forgive her. But my husband—I threw him out that very same evening. What a "lovely" birthday present they gave me…
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