What is the difference between a single mother and a divorcee? Yes, actually nothing. Well, think, gave birth outside of marriage, and, most likely, does not receive alimony, so such snouts and divorced people are found. Well, the man does not understand, even though the father needs to feed the child, put it on, and even buy toys ... God be their judge, not me. I'm a divorce, it happened ... It happens. And she got married, it seems, for love, but that's not gone. A year later we broke up. He left ... One warms not to another, but to mom.

He has constantly: mother, mother, mother ... And I am in second place. She only calls, and he flies to her. No, I do not blame him. Mother is mother, but not to the detriment of the pregnant wife. And when being, in the fourth month, I wanted him, he refused. No wonder they say: "The road to hell is lined with good intentions!". You see, mother said: “Now it’s bad for her to have sex! What if a child is going to happen ... ". Even the doctor watching me could not convince him. And this was the last straw. Moms have a mom, and a family family. I gave him an ultimatum, and she left ... Of course, I was worried, but I humbled myself and raised my son. He pays alimony, sometimes it comes in, less often every year, and this is where the upbringing of his son is limited. I tried to “glue” the shattered, and again I stumbled: “Mom does not order!”. And what does his statement then mean: “I am the head of the family?”

Alimony he pays, continuing to live with his mother, moving further and further away from us. I am not a fan of casual relationships, but I am a woman and I want to, and yes, it’s necessary ... It's easier now. Spent, bought something in the sex shop. But this is ersatz! Of course, bezrybe and cancer fish ... But to rush to the first member, I will not. Not so brought up, and I can not just like that ...

2.
I have a good job, and it seems like there are a lot of people to meet with men because of the nature of their activities, but ... It is the type of activity that does not allow the institution of dating. I am a senior investigator of the bailiff department. These are the pies! And the bailiffs in our department can be counted on the fingers, and all of them, for some reason, are married. Yes, and my friend to match. Maybe the community of everyday "interests" played a role here, or the fact that we are both "sovereign people" and wear shoulder straps ... And maybe we are just close in spirit, it's hard to say ... But the fact that she is older I was left a mark on her for ten years. She went into all serious and now is not looking for a partner in life, and collects men, other people's husbands in their lives. And it pulls me in too. While I hold, but how much is enough for me? “God only knows!”
She is easier with this, she still has no debtors at work, but ordinary people. Guys and guys changing or getting passports. And she uses it, I must say, not without success. By position she is older. Deputy Head of the Department of the Federal Migration Service in the police department of our district. She is constantly trying to introduce me to someone. I fight, but ... because I want to!
When it becomes completely unbearable, I am alone in my bedroom, and having played enough rubber dildo, crying about my fate, in order to come out later with my head held high and a smile on my lips ... So I live. No, of course, during these five years I have met men, but they need only one thing, but I have not yet reached the edge and hold on ...

3.
Today is my birthday. I turned, well, how do women usually say? Sixteen years, if divided into two ... At work, a cake, a bottle of brandy, and the celebration at home in the evening. Yesterday I called my mom and took my son to her. Let him talk, talk. Not so often and ask her for a favor. Friends invited home. Yes, not so much. Two couples and Lena, about whom I spoke. That's all invited. However, Lenka spread the fog and very “thickly” hinted that more than one could come. She has another L'amour, but I was offered to introduce him to his “very good friend.”Just like in the movies: "Athlete, Komsomol member, and, in general, a good guy ...", - but I refused. Although it will come true with it, it will bring despite the ban ...

After work, run home and get ready for the holiday. Well at least in the hairdresser afternoon broke.
The guests began to approach the seven. Tanya and Olga and their husbands came at the same time. Do not be surprised if they agreed and met somewhere, and then they came to me. But Lena lingered. Yes, it is her all the time. She will be late for her funeral when the time comes.
We already drank one by one and ate a salad together when the doorbell rang. I went out to meet Lena, and she went into the apartment and gave me a gift, first of all she began to acquaint herself with her "friends." Pavel, as I understood her gentleman and Fedor, his friend. (I have to understand a couple led). Zyrknuv on Lena, I invited them all to the table. But you can't pierce her with such looks! She believes that she does everything for my benefit, and only for me! I was somewhat skeptical about Fedor, not finding anything remarkable in him. Of medium height, I was on his heels taller than him, thin, about twenty in appearance, maybe a little more. Yes, and Lenkina gentleman more than twenty-five or give ...

But during the feast, he interested me. They say the soul of society. Anecdotes were followed by profound reasoning, rather sharp statements regarding our life. He also laughed, dashingly and loudly, infecting us all with his laughter and good mood. So when it was time to dance, I gladly went with him to the "circle". When he put his hands on my hips, I realized how far my idea of ​​his strength and physical training was. The slender, lean body was sinewy and strong, and his arms were soft and tender, although before that he had bent a thick nail with three fingers on an argument! Beautiful plastic ... And when he pulled me to him, I almost swam with desire, with difficulty pulling myself together.

4.
Reddened and “wound up” after the dance, I jumped out onto the balcony and lit my cigarette with trembling fingers. Actually, I do not smoke, because sometimes I allow myself during the holidays ... Hitting the railing, I stood and tried to calm down. Crush that excitement, which rolled on me, forcing my stomach to tremble, and whining in the groin. I still felt as if his hands were on my hips. Hot gentle and so strong ...
Deeply drawn out and almost coughing, nevertheless the smoker from me is awkward, I heard the door open, and immediately realized that he had gone to the balcony. He leaned on the doorjamb, he got up, not approaching me. Lingering silence and thickening dusk. His "burning" look went through my transparent blouse and tight little skirt covered with pope. Unable to withstand this, I shivered.
“Give me a cigarette,” he suddenly asked.
“Hold on,” I, without turning around, handed him the just started pack and box of matches.
He took them, turned it over in his hands and added:
- No, give me your ...

It intrigued me. And I silently extended my trembling hand to him. He also silently took a smoking cigarette from me and, looking at her, issued:
- Christina, why do you smoke? - and threw a cigarette and a pack from the balcony.
Not finding the answer, I watched the red light disappear into the darkness. And he continued:
- From today you do not smoke!
Just like that! Appeared and began to command ...
- And who are you to me? Swat, brother or husband? - I began to be rude, feeling that my stomach was again reduced from his voice, and a hot fire, ran through the body forcing him to cringe.
- Who am I? Bye ... Just a friend, - he continued not a bit, not being offended by my sharpness, - and then we'll see ...
“You know, Fedor,” I said, trying to calm my trembling, “I'm a free woman.” I do what I want. And you had no right to throw away my stuff ...

“These are not things,” he said calmly, “poison!” And you should not use them, especially the smoker of you is still the one ...
I grinned sadly. For some reason, I realized that I would not smoke anymore, and I smoked, one might say, without pleasure, so usually for the company of habit.
I had a chill, and, turning, I tried to go through the door, saying:
- Okay, my friend sitny ...