Our neighbor at the vacation cottage has a cheating schedule:
On weekends, he brings his wife and children, and on weekdays – his mistress!" – shares Meghan. — Our neighbor at the cottage is entirely without complexes, – sighs Meghan. – He built a house, brought his wife and kids, and he has three-year-old twins – a girl and a boy. And when the family isn't at the Cottage, he comes with his mistress. I'm honestly shocked. Isn't that just despicable? It's so unpleasant to watch all this, although it really shouldn’t matter to me...The neighboring house behind the fence appeared last year. New, neat, clad in light siding. At first, Meghan was happy: the village was coming to life, and now they would have neighbors with children. A husband, a wife, two kids. They seemed normal. They arrived, introduced themselves, and the kids immediately bonded with her, Matvey, and Aliman – it became fun. Subscribe to the Telegram channel with real stories from readers' lives! But this summer, everything went awry right from the start. Meghan arrived at the dacha with her children in May – she lives here all summer, at the end of the week, the...Her husband is coming over.
Of course, it's a bit boring without him, so Meghan was happy when she saw her neighbor's car on the adjacent lot one weekday. They have arrived! I wonder if they brought the kids? It would be great if they brought the kids along; it would be entertainment for Meghan's children. Meghan peered through the fence and saw that it was a completely different lady. Not Liuba, the neighbor's wife who was here last year. A tall blonde in a backless tank top and super short shorts. The kids, of course, were nowhere in sight. But there was plenty of noise and commotion without them. The neighbor and his guest first chased each other around their yard with a water gun, laughing loudly, then collapsed onto the blankets to sunbathe in unmistakable poses. Then they turned on the music... By evening, they began singing karaoke with wine and shish kebabs. Meghan and the kids were shutting the windows and trying to fall asleep, while outside drunken voices carried: 'My grandmother smokes a pipe, pipe, my grandmother smokes!' Eventually, Meghan couldn't take it anymore and went out to the fence: 'Guys... Could you keep it down a bit?'-A little? My kids aren't sleeping... Oh, I'm sorry, - the blonde giggled and rested her head on her neighbor's shoulder.
It seemed they calmed down and fell asleep. The next day, after sleeping until noon, they got into the car and left. On Friday, as if nothing had happened, the neighbor's SUV appeared on the property again. But this time, Liuba and the kids got out. 'Hello!' - she greeted Meghan cheerfully over the fence. The neighbor - pure innocence. He went with his family to the river. They had tea on their terrace, set up an inflatable pool, and invited Meghan's kids. The day passed quietly and decorously—no screams, no laughter, and no late karaoke concerts. Meghan was just amazed - doesn't the guy fear getting caught? Who knows what someone might say to his wife? She, of course, had no intention of saying anything. During June, the neighbor brought his blonde to the dacha a couple more times - of course, on those days when his family was not there. But for the last two weeks, Liuba and the kids have been living at the dacha constantly, and somehow they started to communicate with Meghan more closely.
It's cramped. The children are always together. The women go to the beach and the store for ice cream. And Meghan feels somewhat uneasy. Of course, she doesn't plan to talk to Liuba about her husband, but it's hard to look her in the eyes, knowing what her husband had been up to just recently. Liuba turned out to be quite normal. Kind. Simple. The type of person you can enjoy coffee with, trust your children to for half an hour, and discuss some women's things. They unexpectedly grew close. But Meghan catches herself thinking that it's hard for her to look Liuba in the eyes. Because she remembers how, right here, on this lawn, that blonde chicken in flip-flops was squealing like a cut and jumping on Liuba's husband's back, in such situations, Meghan always tried to keep her distance. Don't get involved; it's safer that way. But here she is, right next door through the fence. The same people walk by. The children interact. She can no longer pretend it doesn't concern her. It's probably best not to say anything – that would mean prying into someone else's business. But it's also hard to remain silent. Meghan tries to calm herself.
Her conscience: "Well, maybe this is not at all what I thought? Maybe it’s his sister, for example?" But she understands that it’s unlikely. They sat, smoothing each other, and he kissed her on the shoulder. Nobody behaves like that with a sister. And what kind of sister has such a manicure and poses like that? And Liuba seems to know nothing. Or is pretending. Or see nothing? And here’s the question: Should Meghan stay silent and be friends with Liuba, pretending that everything is okay? Or should she say something, open the person's eyes? Or step aside – they have their life, and she has her own? What would you do? Would you stay silent? Or would you tell the truth?
