The Abandoned Family. A Path to Happiness

“Here are your things,” the husband says, putting a suitcase on the stair landing. “Get out! I have someone else now! You’re not needed by me!” “What?” I don’t understand. “Where will I go? I’ve just given birth! You have a daughter! You forgot?” “Or maybe you got so carried away?”—I still hope it’s some strange joke. “You gave birth to a defective child,” he declares categorically. “I don’t need that. Get out of here!” “Dear,” from behind my husband’s shoulder my… best friend appears—looking out… in a thin, semi-transparent robe. “Why are you being so formal with her? Close the door, let’s go!”