I started dating a man who was divorced twice and was in active search. He had a tie of keys, as in the wardrobe, 20 pieces.

Then, in the process of communication, I learned that he divorced his first wife and married her cousin. In both marriages he has a daughter. He lives with everyone, he has the keys to all the apartments, he serves his wives with cars, he organizes repairs, he holds children, he treats everyone (he has a large clinic). No one in this polygon was messed up, everyone communicated peacefully, as far as I know.



The second wife greeted me and sent me a package of cosmetics and perfumes of luxury brands, she was the director of the coolest and only store in the city at the time (even Arbat prestige was not yet, not that Rive Gosch), and the first healed all my teeth (so far her seals have stood, for more than 20 years).



I don't know what they had, because we didn't get along with this guy (I, an idiot, fell in love with one of the Zalachaths, which exhausted all my nerves and I lost because of him such a good man), and we remained friends.

I know he was very sick then, he had a heart surgery, and the first one came out, and the business led him until he could. Such decent people.