Cinderella

2023-11-27 10:06:17

#husband #sick #Tired #constant #sick #leave #fears #life

My personal life was not working out. I am a workhorse in life. Wherever I got a job, they shamelessly took advantage of my kindness. At the age of 30, I realized that it was time to give birth, otherwise I would be left completely alone. I had an affair with a man. When I got pregnant and told him, he didn’t want to get married and gave me money for an abortion. I didn’t do it and kept the pregnancy.

During pregnancy I fell ill with rubella. The gynecologist spoke about the expected consequences for the child and offered to get rid of the fetus. But I was afraid, having read how late-term abortions are performed…

I went to the maternity hospital with the thought that I would leave the baby there. The decision was difficult. It was very painful. But what could I give the child? I don’t have my own home, my salary is low, my dad died, and my mother herself needs help… Perhaps if she had a husband, she would have left her son. His optic nerve is damaged, he is completely blind, and it is impossible to fix it. She just looked at him, but didn’t take him in her arms. I remember that he quickly stopped crying after giving birth. The nurses tried to persuade me to think carefully, but I refused.

Two years have passed. During this time I fell in love and got married. Yura is a very good person, he supports me and loves me. Unfortunately, she lost the baby from him – the pregnancy was not developing. After this I became depressed. I had to go to the neurosis department because a condition arose that I didn’t eat anything for several days and stared at the wall. And under the influence of medications and doctors’ conversations, she told Yura about her past. He honestly said that he did not expect me to abandon my own child. I found my son through friends. I visited him several times myself. He said he looked a lot like me. He persuaded me to go and look at my son. I didn’t agree for a long time, because this is abuse of a child. I drank some sedatives and went.

Vanya immediately recognized Yura by his voice, ran to him, and began to cuddle. It was painful to watch… He is small, his speech is still unintelligible, but he understands how to behave so that potential parents pay attention to him. He didn’t really come to me, he talked more with Yura, because he came to him several times. Vanya even asked him to take him to his home.

I thought I would lose my mind after this meeting. I didn’t want to live, I wanted to punish myself, to cause physical pain. I don’t know how Yura withstood two days of my hysterics. She herself persuaded him to take him to the neurosis department again and leave him there.

Now my husband is offering to take Vanya home. For some reason he decided that we would not have a child until we took my firstborn. Like, I will subconsciously punish myself for abandoning my son.

But I’m not ready… I can’t… Yes, my living conditions have become better, but how can I live if Yura leaves us? I alone cannot handle a disabled child who needs constant care. What to do until maternity leave comes? Yura is ready to hire Vanya a nanny. But this is not his son, and over time he will get tired of the disabled person at his side.

And it hurts for Vanya. The other kids literally walk all over him because he falls because he can’t see. During the meeting, he asked Yura 5 times to take him home. But he was not at all interested in sweets and toys. It will be cruel if we take him into the family, and then the husband wants to get rid of his stepson-inv

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2023-11-15 19:09:13

#gave #birth #child #husband #left #maternity #hospital #due #disability #told #husband #baby #family

I would like to share my story about how my husband refuses to help me with our small child. We were together for 2.5 years. Then he went to work in the north. When he returned a year later, he admitted that he had cheated on me. I loved Lesha very much, so I forgave her. Although this was given to me with great difficulty. Let’s just say that my feminine self-esteem suffered greatly.

Just at this time I met a man. We met several times, but then broke up. Just then I found out that I was expecting a baby. There was no sex with that man, I am 500% sure that the father of the child is my young man.

We got married. Everything was going well. Then someone I knew told my husband about that man. A quarrel arose between us. I told him that I had never had sex with other men. But my husband didn’t believe me.

The husband reacted very indifferently to the birth of his daughter. He just gave me some terrible bouquet of flowers and that’s it. Now he doesn’t even pick up the baby. He constantly peers at her appearance, reproaches me for not being like him. I’m confused. She said let him do a DNA test if he has extra money. I am perfectly sure that the daughter is his. However, my husband does not take my words seriously.

My husband spends a lot of time with his friends. When I ask him for help, he suggests calling my mom. He also gives little money. He says that I have good benefits and that they are enough for a child.

I don’t know what to do – divorce or forgive? He was the first to betray me. I didn’t have sex with that man. I don’t think I cheated on him. However, the husband is not bowed down. With his grievances against me, he simply poisons my life. A week ago, the husband showed complete indifference to his daughter. The baby contracted whooping cough from her cousin (her husband’s niece). The child coughed terribly and had a high fever for two weeks. Every now and then I called an ambulance and doctors to the house… And my husband didn’t even take my daughter in his arms, although I asked him to rock the baby.

My daughter was in intensive care for a couple of days. Doctors did not rule out death. I called my husband and cried into the phone. And he just remained silent or said: “What can I do specifically in this situation?” I hoped that when we were discharged from the hospital, he would devote more time to his daughter. But it was not there. He doesn’t care at all.

Only when I packed my things and wanted to go to my parents did he not let me go. The rest is just reproaches and complete indifference. He doesn’t want to do a DNA test, he’s sorry for the money. He says that time will tell whose daughter this is… I can’t imagine how to live with him under the same roof.

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2023-10-23 16:12:59

#husband #refuses #child #daughter

Now I’m thinking of visiting this kind and cozy place more often.

I am 47 years old and I rarely go to the clinic. Fortunately, my health rarely lets me down, I work unofficially, so I don’t need any sick leave.

But then I started to feel bad. Pain in the spine, weakness, drowsiness and shortness of breath when moving up the stairs suddenly began. This didn’t happen before.

I wouldn’t go for help myself, but my roommate insisted. He says that now new types of mutating virus are roaming the world, and it is necessary to receive treatment as soon as symptoms appear. Otherwise, the consequences may be irreversible.

In general, my Yasha scared me, and I went to the therapist. They prescribed me a whole sheet for testing, and also offered me a free medical examination.

Again, my caring man said: “Go ahead and sing.” I felt glad that there was someone to take care of me. I myself understood that it was better to check everything right away and improve my health, since it made itself felt.

The only negative of this whole medical event is the constant and terrible queues. I could arrive at the appointed time and wait under the office for another hour, because a doctor without a nurse does not have time to serve patients on time.

There were times when especially gifted patients skipped the queue, under the pretext of “just asking.” They go into the office and disappear for 40 minutes.

I was not released from work during the entire examination. The time that I spent within the walls of the clinic, I then had to work off.

Of course, I didn’t want to waste precious hours, but there was no way I could move the line. But in the moments of waiting, I heard a lot of interesting, but at times dramatic stories.

There were elderly women who went to the clinic as if they were going to work. The staff almost salutes them and is interested in their grandchildren or successes in the garden.

And this is additional time, which essentially does not exist. Once I even got into a funny situation myself.

I stood in line to donate blood. People came more and more actively, as if the entire area had been scheduled for tests for one day. The woman came with a little girl, whom she would later take to kindergarten.

– Excuse me, who’s last? – asked the young mother.
– Behind me was a grandmother in a colorful blouse, – I answered friendly.
– Actually, I’m not a grandmother! – the elderly lady objected to me.

I felt a little embarrassed, thinking I had offended her. I was already preparing to make excuses, when suddenly the woman continued:

– I’ve been a great-grandmother for three years now! And my daughter is 54 years old.

The whole line smiled and, without saying a word, applauded her. Only the little girl widened her eyes and carefully asked her mother: “Is it possible for a daughter to be so old?”

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2023-10-03 20:16:14

#left #clinic #full #package #impressions