I met with a guy, we had everything well and we decided to get rid of. I was gone, he gladly perceived the news, but after the people of the child stated that he was not ready to be a father and disappeared from my life; I stayed with my baby. I was very heavy, my parents helped me. In six months I met my husband. He was from Italy, loved me, I was also in love with his ears. We made big plans for the future. He made me an offer and invited me to move home. My joy was not a limit, but he stated that I should leave the baby; My son was not part of his plans.

He said that he was not going to take care of another’s child and set the condition that we would marry if I leave my son here; I have a month to think. Tickets have already been bought. He set the condition that if I do not agree to leave the baby, we would divorce. It was difficult for me, but I chose it; She decided to go with him, did not want to miss her chance of happiness. I didn’t think about my son what would be with him, how and where he would grow up. I hugged the boy firmly, kissed him, put him in a crib and called my lover; She said I was going with him. He came after me.

I called my mother and said I was getting married, and I had to leave the baby, asked to take care of her. When we pulled up to the airport, I changed my mind, I realized that I was doing a fat alna Nomilka. I caught myself thinking that I thought only about my son all the way to the airport, I realized that I could not be on. I took a taxi and returned home immediately; My son was still asleep. He did not know that his native mother was going to throw him to his or her own. Thank God that I was leaving, otherwise I would not be able to test myself – never. I first of all have, and only then a woman.