She has already been here. I wrote about why we broke up. I gave myself entirely to my family. I never cheated. Not once. In our time, that is unnatural. I always hurried home. I was with the children. But passion fades, and love follows it. That’s how the world works.

Once, back in Ukraine, we were a happy and cheerful couple. She helped me with my work and gave herself to me endlessly. I achieved a lot in business thanks to her. We split money exactly fifty–fifty. There was a debt with interest, and I paid it off—very difficult. She spent her share on the family. By the way, I believe that is absolutely normal. But major expenses—serious purchases or rent—were always on me, as is customary in Ukrainian families.

Today she called my 79-year-old mother and suggested that she pick up the children from kindergarten every other day. On the remaining days, the children should walk home by themselves—which is even more unrealistic than my mother traveling from the other side of the city at her age, then sitting at home with Maria (my little daughter) for 20 minutes until my ex returns from her courses. David (my son) is 9.5 years old. He cannot go pick up his sister from kindergarten and walk her home. Both options are completely illogical.

She has been in deep depression for three years now. I already wrote about this. But here I want to end all conversations about her, because I no longer want to think about or remember her.

Today we had an argument over this inadequate decision. In the conversation, she said that she lost in life by being with me—that she regrets meeting me, that she suffered with me.