It’s hard for me to believe that this incident happened to me. If I start telling it out loud and don’t go into much detail, it still feels like it was a dream. It’s just easier for me to think that way, because what happened is an out-of-the-ordinary event for me.
I have a husband with whom we have been living here for two years. During our life together, we have not yet had time to have children, and thank God. Everything that is done is for the best. No wonder they say so. He’s already over thirty, and I just turned twenty-two.
It happened before my birthday. I got up in the morning, got ready for work and left. During the lunch break, my husband called me and warned me that he wanted to visit my mom. I don’t remember what exactly he needed, but he had to either give her something, or take it away on the contrary.
I need to say a few words about Mom. She doesn’t look at all like a classic housewife in a leaky bathrobe and with a towel on her head. Mom has always, for as long as I can remember, taken care of herself, went to a manicure and beauty salon, did special injections that prolong youth on her face. And since childhood, she taught me that in no case should I run myself. Because beauty is not eternal, and with age you will have to make more and more efforts in order to maintain the former appearance.
I came home quite late in the evening, it so happened that I had to stay after work. I was surprised to find that my husband was not at home. I got worried, dialed his number, but it turned out that he just stopped by my mom’s house not by car, but on his own. He stayed there, she gave him tea, and when it was time to leave, it turned out that the transport was no longer running. So he’ll spend the night there and come back tomorrow.
I didn’t suspect anything, because it’s my mom and my husband, well, what can happen! In the morning I woke up from a call, my younger brother called me. First he congratulated me on my birthday, then I realized from his intonation that he had something to say to me, but he didn’t know how to approach.
In general, our dad was out of town in those days, went somewhere for work. That evening, when her husband was going to visit her for some reason, she already had a girlfriend with whom they opened a bottle of sparkling wine and drank it together. Then, when the husband arrived, they invited him to join.
They drank and drank, and when it was time to go to bed, the husband stayed in the kitchen, the mother and brother lay down in the living room, and the girlfriend was sent to the hall. My brother woke up to the moans and sighs of my husband and my own mother! I was so disgusted by what I heard that I asked my little brother to interrupt the story. It’s also a pity for the poor child that he had to hear such a thing.
When I told them that I knew everything, both of course began to deny it, but I believe my brother unconditionally. I didn’t tell my dad and persuaded my brother to do the same. I don’t think he’ll survive it. I had nowhere to go from my mother, I had to forgive her reluctantly, but I kicked my husband out that same evening. What a “wonderful” gift they gave me…