As my husband's mistress became my relative

I was married for love, and until recently, my marriage was considered happy. My husband loved me, he helped me in everything. So we lived fifteen years. And then I found out that he already has a mistress for several years. How could you pretend so?

The apartment was mine and I, collecting his things, just put him out the door. The husband asked for forgiveness for a long time, swore that he loved only me, and everything else was a mistake. But I could not forgive him. And he went to her, and I stayed with my son, and I did not marry again.

But the past made itself felt in the most unexpected way. My son went to the store to buy an orthopedic pillow and met a girl who worked there. He liked them and they began to meet. Six months passed and he decided to marry. I had nothing against until I learned more about her. Not only was she older than him for five years, but it turned out that she was the niece of the very woman who broke my family life. The son did not want to hear anything, got married and moved to live with her.

They live well. My sister-in-law, pretty, and apparently she does not look older than my son. She is a wonderful housewife, in the house there is always beauty and order, eating a full refrigerator. They have a daughter for five years, but I still have not seen it. I was going to communicate more than once with my granddaughter. I understand everything with my mind, but the soul can not accept all this. The wound in my soul is too deep. But I must say that my son does not communicate with my father at all. Once we were one family, and now, thanks to my ex-husband, we live by ourselves.

It hurts and lonely for me. My friend advises me to go first to my son on a visit, to get acquainted with a single granddaughter, because they are not guilty of anything. I know that she's right and maybe I will, but not now. And while I live alone, I go to work, I save money for my granddaughter. Made up her gift for her apartment. And I try to find the strength to take the first step towards my children.