I have been thirty years old, I have a five -year -old son of Roma, and I live with a civilian man. Only the child is not from him. My first marriage was unsuccessful. The ex -man left me with a newborn son and a bunch of debts, and he was gone somewhere. I had to move to my mother until the baby grows up a little. And my mother constantly condemned me that I did not choose the person that I had ruined my whole life. I did not hear any words of support during the difficult period of life. There was a pain from the fact that even loved ones turn away from you. And then I met Grish.

He is a couple of years older than me, holds a good position, he has a large apartment, a car, a chic cottage. The novel twisted so quickly that a month later he suggested moving to him. Of course, I knew that I have a baby. According to medical findings, Grish’s children cannot be, so he loved my Romk as his son. It was so true that they are very similar in appearance. Romka is the same fair -haired, with green eyes. The son even became the habits and manner of behavior in Hryshi. When I look at how they play on the playground, I do not even remember that the baby is not him.

One in the evening, my girlfriend called me; She said that her grandfather at her death, and she did not know how to raise the question of inheritance. I decided to ask in Grisha how to gently hint about it:-Why hint something? You need to ask everything straight. – Well, this is the inheritance, it is so difficult … – nothing complicated. Here I made my inheritance and everything is simple there. – Yes? I didn’t know about it. When did you draw it? – Two years ago. – Then we already lived together … And who, if not secret? – Like whom, on your sister and nephew. The man’s answer was very surprised. He believes that rroshi should stay in the family. And in essence I am alien, we are not painted, the son is not from him … Although he says that he loves us very much …