If you scr#w another woman’s husband & have a baby, here’s a nice way to BLAME MEN !! ;-)

Grand theme : Women these days need to blame men for their faults, for NO faults and of course for real faults where men tried and failed. Women do no wrong and in case I forgot, women are always the victims !!

In the author’s OWN words men are to be blamed for this mistake “……As I undid my ‘mistake’ all alone that weekend and started playing our favourite sport – football with my handsome toddler; I thought of the other two men and realized what ‘convenience love’ is – One left me alone with an infant for a career and the other only loves/needs me when he is alone….”

Once you have understood this theme, please read on, here’s a great article that appeared on TOI, “..Soul Curry..”

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Yes, I got pregnant when my husband was out of town

TNN | Dec 13, 2015, 03.04 PM IST

Soul Curry invites you to share any soul-stirring experiences. If you have any such story to share, do send it to us at soulcurry and we will publish it for you!

Yes, I got pregnant when my husband was out of town (Representational picture, Courtesy: Getty Images)

On a chilly Saturday morning, as the second line showed a faint positive I was gripped with shock, fear and sadness. The greatest joy to womanhood just turned into a curse. Knowing that my husband has been away for more than a year, a missed period definitely indicated a second man.

The second man was already someone else’s man, a soldier who loved his wife intensely. He was the most charming man that I ever laid my eyes upon; days turned into weeks, weeks into months and here we were together (not actually) for almost 20 months. As destiny goes, we met, fell in love, love-making followed and a morning after pill couldn’t suppress the strong forces between us.

He was the first one I wanted to talk to about my pregnancy. But, could not reach out to him because I was bounded by time restrictions with his family constantly around. After having to handle a 2-year-old alone for a year, since my husband moved to another country, I could not face this alone (yet again). I had money, but dealt with the worst poverty – loneliness.

When I disclosed it to him , he asked me to be calm, assured he will always be around but here I was all alone fighting the guilt, the loneliness, the tears, fighting life. Though he stayed around on calls, agreed to help me financially, handled me with hell lot of patience because I drove him crazy; even asked me if he should come over (he stayed in a different state), he knew I would always say no and he escaped it beautifully. Calls would only happen during office hours; nights were cold and lonely. I was a fighter but even the strongest person needs a shoulder to lean on and that’s when the most beautiful man in my life rescued me – my son.

My little boy loved me unconditionally; his mom was both his mother and father. With guilt-filled eyes when I looked into his angelic innocent ones, I felt him say – Mom, I will never judge you, you are my Hero. With tears rolling down my eyes, I hugged my li’l man the tightest. Nature did join us by the umbilical cord but the bond we shared made us stronger!

As I undid my ‘mistake’ all alone that weekend and started playing our favourite sport – football with my handsome toddler; I thought of the other two men and realized what ‘convenience love’ is – One left me alone with an infant for a career and the other only loves/needs me when he is alone.

Right then the ball swung to me and I kicked it hard!

(By GraceAnn)

Soul Curry invites you to share any soul-stirring experiences. If you have any such story to share, do send it to us at soulcurry and we will publish it for you!

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