Epigraph: My Son became aggressive; the doctor was demanding to give him
psychotropic drugs.
I met Nikolay 20 years ago.
It all happened too quickly, without building any plans for the future, with no
claims against each other, we just clicked and started living together. Nikolay
NEVER spoke badly of his ex-wife, which described him as a decent man. I knew
there was daughter, and she wasn’t small. For several years I have been making
her gifts, trying to understand how she lives, whether she was suffering because
of dad’s another family. It seemed to me that she was very upset because of her
parents’ divorce and she was mad at me and dad unconsciously, seeing how carefully
he treated me. When Nikolay was arguing with a daughter, I always protected her,
regardless of whether she was right or not.
Soon we registered our
relationship. The girl – she was 24 years then – seemed happy for us. Soon she
married a good young man. He worked as a programmer in a major company and had
great prospects. They had a son. To tell the truth, we were very happy, we
helped how we could, sending them all on vacation, staying with a kid. We bought
clothes, toys and, in general, were the real grandparents, while the daughter’s
mother made no effort. She could even see the child only once a month,
explaining that she was very busy. But at the same time she didn’t work or
study.
When the child was 6 years
old, I realized that I was expecting a child!!! Heroically I’ve been keeping
the silence for two months, because of the fear that the husband will require
to get rid of this unexpected surprise. At that time I was 42 years old. But,
at the right time and in the right place, sitting in a comfortable family
Italian restaurant, I decided that the time has come and there is no more sense
to hide, and confessed to my husband that soon he would become a father for the
second time in his life. Nikolay just was flying in the clouds for all the next
months, he didn't allow me to do ABSOLUTELY anything, catered to any my whims,
and continually kissed the growing belly. He even refused to have intimate
relationships, explaining that baby can have an injury. I agreed with anything,
being glad that the person I loved was so happy.
... That morning, I felt a
sharp piercing pain in my stomach and realized that it started. Still not
waking up, I crawled to the bath and climbed into the shower. In the shower, I
looked down and screamed wildly: there was a lot of blood on the tile floor. I
jumped out of the shower and headed into the bedroom. What I saw almost drove
me mad: a bloody trail lasted from the bed to the bathroom.
In the hospital I was
immediately taken to the operating room. My husband was not allowed to go in: he
was left to wait outside. When the cesarean procedure was finished, I heard, as
through a fog, the doctors talking that they had failed to keep my female
organs, they had to cut literally everything, because giving a birth to a first
child in 42 years is quite difficult and a big risk. It is risk whether the
child would be alive at all. But the boy was born alive and cried out quite
loudly.
We were left in the hospital
for a week, which usually does not happen in this country. When the husband
came to take us home, I was waiting for the last results of examination of
hearing, vision and other parameters of the baby – a standard procedure prior
to discharge. The nurse has been absent for a long time, although I was told
that the procedure takes no more than half an hour. When she entered the room
and I held out my arms to take the child, but I saw another nurse behind her,
in a whisper repeating the following: “The sick child, what a pity, the sick
child”.
It was the end of my life
and our family happiness. 4 years have passed. Husband, always gentle and
caring, has become almost indifferent to me and the baby. I’ve never known what
it means to divide the mortgage payment, bills for gas, electricity and other
expenses for two. He stopped buying even food, saying that I needed to find a
job. The child showed a development gap and was also hyperactive. Not a single nurse
agreed to work with us and we’ve just registered the kid into a special place.
It took another 10 years.
All this time I was patient: “What if suddenly everything changes and Nikolay will
be my loving half once again”. Son studied in a special boarding school.
Recently I began to notice that he comes for the weekend with shinning, as if
unseeing eyes, speaks more quickly than usual, and laughs all the time. My only
child got into marijuana. Twice we were visited by the police. In the end, he
was caught selling this filthy thing. He was upset and swore not to do this
more. I believed him, and my husband argued
- he was already ashamed of his son, and then he “washed his hands”,
saying “God has given, if it is necessary – he will pick it up when he wants
to.” The last few years husband’s daughter demanded us to sell the apartment
and give her husband all the money to buy a new big house. Without hesitating,
she said that their healthy son needs the money more than our son, who still wouldn’t
be useful and could just sit on the dole. She didn’t accept her brother, and
had forbidden his boy to see him and to talk with.
It got to the point that
Nikolay’s daughter began to conjure. I regularly found pins, dolls and all
kinds of strange things in my apartment, which I never brought to the house. In
addition, she started calling the boarding school, where the son studied, and saying
that he was dangerous, aggressive, that he could attack, etc. She demanded to close
him down there for 7 days a week with no rights for the weekend and asked me to
give him strong psychotropic drugs.
She said that we should not
waste money and time, and people do not live long with this diagnosis and he would
die soon, that’s why we needed to sell the apartment, get a room and lock him
in the boarding school forever. Husband tried to break down on me, supporting his
daughter, but I was able to give a hard argument in my defense. Because the
apartment, in which we lived, was originally mine. But it was clear that
pressure from their side on this issue will intensify, and that means there
will be more scandals, and it can lead to loss of the property and something
else bad. The lawyer advised me to gift deed to my son, as under the will half
of the property automatically becomes the property of the spouse. I followed
the wise advice immediately, and, being sure, that I should not have secrets
from the husband, I showed him the new document. Nicely I tried to explain that
I could not leave my child in ignorance in case if something happened to me. I
love him in any condition, whether healthy or not. He can work at McDonald's
and other similar areas of the service sector with his diagnosis, and he would
have his own apartment instead of renting some rooms in the basement. After
all, no disability benefits or even salaries will be enough to rent an
apartment in a good safe area and still pay all the costs.
For the first time in my
life my husband raised his hand against me. When I put ice to cheek in front of
a mirror in the toilet, washing away the blood from my nose along with the
leaking mascara, I heard my husband clearly said the words in which there was
no pity or even a hint of the love, as I thought, was once. “DIVORCE” – he said
and left the apartment. I never saw him again.
I came to Leila quite by
accident, one woman at work went to see her on the issue of hyperactivity of her
seven-year daughter, and her husband was in a bad business. And Leila really
helped them. Finding out my situation, this wonderful woman explained that the
daughter's husband set a program on the collapse of our family. Also, if I do
not remove the evil that she has done to my boy something bad may soon happen –
for example, he can get addicted to other drugs and die from overdose. That’s
why she said that people with such a diagnosis do not live for a long time.
Leila noted that we needed to hurry and clean up as soon as possible, because
the program of disease and destruction was also set on my health, it has been
operating for a few months, and soon I could lose the ability to work and
simply fade away.
A couple weeks of productive
work has just passed with this amazing woman, and I felt that life was not only
black, but white too. Nikolay sent a huge number of bouquets of flowers with
notes of forgiveness and a request to hear him out. I held on, but agreed to
meet after the fifth bouquet. He knelt down and handed me a long red box, in
which a Golden bracelet of a rare beauty laid. I haven’t been receiving such
gifts from him for fifteen years. Husband begged me to forgive him and take
back, said he realized his mistake, and that he has a son whom he really loves.
He explained that her daughter was blackmailing him, that if he didn’t do the
way she wanted, he would never see her or his grandson. Knowing his gentle
nature, she stated that the apartment was more important to him and that he didn’t
have a daughter no more. It had broken my husband, so he announced the
divorce...
My husband and I are living
together again, I feel great. Leila helped my son to get rid of addiction on
marijuana completely, and even SIGNIFICANTLY reduced his hyperactivity and
nervousness. The charges of selling marijuana were taken; the reference about her
illness was recognized. Leila put a protection on our family, because, you
know, today one can conjure, and tomorrow another will come to mind to do
something else. I don’t have to run to Leila every time – because the
protection is valid for many years. By the way, she closed the husband’s daughter
for the communication with me and my son, so we have no intersection points,
and, therefore, we don’t have anxiety because of talking to her. I’m so
grateful to You, dear Leila. I have never met such a decent, honest and plain
person like You in my life. And such a powerful and talented. Thank you!
