I am divorced and my new man is a widower. We've been in a relationship for two years. We each have grown children at home, so we met in hotels. I loved him more than life. He proposed twice. The only thing holding us back was the apartment issue. I was considering options for a swap when he casually blurted out that his kids didn't even know about me.
“I'll tell them when the time comes.” Okay, already without any illusions I continue our meetings, purely “for health”, for another 2 years. Yesterday he talked about big problems in the family, in the children. Asked for a loan of any amount. I refused, answering that I am not a member of his family, by his own decision.
He was offended, does not write, does not call. I “left a man in trouble” and “exchanged love for money”. Somehow I'm not ashamed.
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