This is the first time I write and maybe the last. I could say that I regret for many things, but not all have taken days from my days, time from my time or value from my heart. I'm sorry I decided to tie my life with someone without spending time together. With someone who did not know enough distance. I did not know how to teach that man's lips and did.
The period of coexistence began with debates, but life would be a child. For no reason in the world, I would not break that beautiful spell. For years I've been trying to get you out of your bad illness: 'gambling'. For years I sacrificed my life, trying my family well. You, my son and me.
Of course, you chose to do everything in the damn games. You never thought that after a year of work, we would have a summer vacation like the whole world. You never thought we would enjoy our families, at least once a year. To find the morning in games of chance, and find me contrite, cursing myself ...
You turned into my inevitable ksy, so I decided after a lot of efforts to give up on you. My tooth and I still suffer that my son is far from you. It was not what I wanted to grow for myself, but your actions.
Remember when we got out all three and I just went with my son in the hand because I could not resist the temptation to go to places I do not want to name. I was afraid of my son, you could give up your vice. So let me get away from our life. Today I am alone, in a foreign country. Today I am my mother and my son's father. I see it every day and understand that it is more relaxed than when you were present in our day.
How could I keep it up with that breath? Oh that I did not tell you. Do you know what I'm sorry for? After you leave the house, I knew by accident a man of many values who loved me. It was fast to connect with someone. I did not want to have somebody to comfort me in my toughest days, but I just wanted to deal with the debts you loved me ...
There was time to look at life with someone else in his arms, but this time he should really deserve me. I believe that love is spiritual tranquility ... You never have!
Note: The letter has arrived in our editorial office by a woman whose name remains anonymous.
