The relationship between a man and a woman in a family is a whole science that must be comprehended all the time, starting from early childhood. If children see loving and caring parents, if their childhood is not overshadowed by quarrels and scandals, the clarification of relations between spouses, then children in such families are open, friendly, cheerful, have good contact, at school everything goes well, even if they are not studying on the highest level. 

Each family is unique and everything cannot be perfect, smooth and beautiful, even among people who are very loving each other. What about treason? How to explain the betrayal of one of the spouses in a prosperous family, where there have never been quarrels? I propose to the reader’s court a small episode in the life of a family when one of the spouses faces a painful life choice, the eternal question “what to do?”. Of course, everyone will make their choice because of their individuality. But it’s worth considering. Rummaging around in your own self before blaming your soulmate. You can’t stop loving in an instant. After all, it always takes a certain amount of courage to admit your mistake, wrong.

Today he learned the secret of his wife. I learned what I was subconsciously afraid of for the past five years. She had another man.
I would never have guessed it myself, I would not have believed anyone if I had not seen it with my own eyes. Everything happened by chance: he had an important dinner with a client in a restaurant of a little-known hotel. The meeting was fruitful. Both came out pleased …   

He went from the restaurant to the exit, but then he noticed his wife. She was with a tall young man who imperiously held her arm and looked into her eyes. The stranger took the room key and they went upstairs. Their intentions were as clear as God’s day.

Confused and depressed, he walked out of the building with cotton legs and trudged along the sidewalk without even thinking where he was going. On the way I came across a small square. He sat down without strength on the first bench. He sat for a long time, not moving. A nasty heaviness fell on his chest. I wanted to either howl, or scream, or cry …

Lord what to do? How to proceed? Make a scandal? To get a divorce? With trembling hands, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and took a drag. Thoughts by themselves returned to the past.

… They met when she was twenty and he was thirty-five. His wife died without leaving children, and he was long inconsolable. And then she appeared in his life … The novel was stormy. Ended in a wedding. For five years they were drowning in the happiness of love. These years passed instantly, leaving sweet, cloudless memories. And then the fruit of their love appeared: the blond angel is a pretty girl. Now they divided their love into three. It was a snap. They are one. The river of their life flowed measuredly and smoothly: no floods, no droughts, no bubbling streams. And so for fifteen years.  

What could he blame her for these years? How to find this reproach now? She is a good friend and companion, a good housewife, a good mother, was a good lover. And suddenly an unpleasant thought pricked at the very heart: she was a mistress! It was! Recently, they very rarely made love. A couple of times he didn’t succeed at all. Did she rebuke him? Not. On the contrary, calmed, caressed, said that it happens, do not worry. Next time it will work out. He calmed down on this. Was there a next time ? And when? He rubbed his whiskey. It was bitter and sad to admit to himself that his male power was coming to naught. He is fifty five. Not a boy. For a long time there is no that fire and fuse. What about her? She is forty years old. Tightened, slim and attractive. The shapes are still exciting and resilient. Does he notice them? When did he kiss her passionately and invitingly? Long. A long time ago.  

He was so good and comfortable with her. She was calm, unobtrusive, and thoughts about sex worried less and less. He did not ask, did not start a delicate conversation, how she feels in the position of only a wife. But she was always passionate and inventive in bed. Was it ?! It was! Echo swept through consciousness.

So, it was he himself who pushed her into the arms of another man ?! Seeing his impending impotence, what did he do? Did you go to the doctor for a consultation? Tried to solve the problem yourself or with it? Not. But at his age, this is still inevitable. Five years later, five years earlier, what difference does the problem have, you cannot fool nature …

What to do? What to do? God help me…

… In the evening she met him at the threshold, fresh and beautiful. Gently kissed, helped undress. The comfort of the house enveloped from head to toe. A delicious dinner was waiting in the kitchen, daughter’s twittering, news exchange. Will he be able to live without all this, without these evenings? 

For a moment, he imagined that this would not happen: he would come to an empty, dull apartment … A nasty chill crept up his back. Oh no! Just not that …

… He looked at her on top of the newspaper, calmly reading a book, comfortably sitting in an armchair. What is in her heart? Maybe she’s going to leave him? Waiting only for the moment. He became physically ill at the thought.

Another man kissed and caressed her! Jealousy clung to the heart with iron claws. “You yourself allowed this.” The voice of reason immediately responded. What to do? What to do? How to live further? For the hundredth time he asked himself. 

He again presented a picture of his wife’s love with another man. And suddenly I felt a growing desire. No, he must fight! He will find a way out of this situation. He will not allow others to hug her, that others lips kiss her …

She was submissive and supple in his arms, reborn and dying in waves of pleasure. “Thank you, dear,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder … In the morning he was in a hurry to go to work, cheerful and cheerful. He knew what to do … 

More than once, probably, life taught us that haste is completely useless …
Don’t rush to conclusions, dear friends.