by our third, fourth, and fifth. Gradually, my life turned into an endless cycle of pregnancies, childbirth, sleepless nights, sick children, school, cooking, and cleaning.
I gave birth to our youngest son at fifty-four.
Altogether, we had eleven children.
Of course, all those years took their toll on me. After so many pregnancies, my health deteriorated significantly. I was constantly exhausted, gained weight, and developed wrinkles. The idea of going to the gym almost made me laugh because there were days when I barely had time to eat a proper meal or even take a shower in peace.
My husband’s life, however, was completely different.
While I took care of the children, he built his career,
There’s more to discover. Continue to the next page for the rest of this article.went on business trips, met people, and gradually began earning very good money. He went to the gym regularly, took care of his appearance, bought expensive clothes, and traveled for work several times a year.
And despite all that, he increasingly started saying:
“Maybe we should have one more? What’s eleven? We could make it twelve.”
I would just laugh.
Despite my exhaustion, I was convinced that I had
