I come back home from vacation and hear strange phrases from our talking parrot:
“Ksanochka, do you want some strawberries? Whose are those legs? M-m-m.”
That same evening, my husband introduces me to a beautiful brunette around forty.
— Ir, this is our new partner, Oksana.
“ Oksana, so…” — I stare at her and ask her bluntly:
— Oksanочка, will you have some strawberries?
It turns out that my husband’s new love had been sleeping in our bed, running around my kitchen, walking around the house in my robe—and my son had seen all of it.
— Yes, Mom, Dad has had someone else for a long time— and with her he’s truly happy,—she hurts me with these words.
At forty-three, my husband leaves me and betrays me—my son too.
It hurts. My soul is torn into pieces. But I’m strong—I can handle it. Like the phoenix, I will rise from the ashes and begin a new life.
A life in which there will be no place for traitors.