not a real husband, but a scoundrel who seduced me, took away my virginity, and then refused to marry me; secondly, not to a loving and beloved man, but simply to a cohabitant, who by his disgusting behavior pushed me to change. So the truth was on my side, and no matter how much this little bit pounced on me with reproaches and insults, I calmly packed a couple of suitcases and prepared to walk away with dignity from this scoundrel.

There were so many of my things and they were so scattered around the large house that even the most necessary things took me a long time. My roommate swallowed some medicine and dozed off on the couch in front of the TV, and I drank a little vodka and thought about the vicissitudes of women's fate and their plans for the future. From intensified thoughts, my thoughts became confused, my determination to leave home left me, and I began to think that if this goat comes to its senses and asks me for forgiveness, then maybe I can even forget for a while the offenses he has suffered and make peace with him. But this insensitive dork, as if nothing had happened, snored on the couch when it was necessary to save the family. I thought about postponing my departure for the morning, since at parting I wanted to say something directly in the face of this scoundrel.

Being in a state of severe stress, I unwittingly drank a bottle and climbed into the fridge for a new one, but there was no more vodka. It can be seen that even then there was a bad day. I went to take a shower, but as soon as I climbed under the stream of water, they rang the doorbell. It brought the pizza, which I ordered, but completely forgot about it.

Hiding behind a towel, I opened the door and let in some inflated muscular guy in a t-shirt and shorts. I had to pay some pennies for the pizza, but I didn't have any cash in my wallet, only bank cards. I climbed into my husband's purse, but even there were only plastic cards. My nerves were on the edge, dirty swearing, I rushed around the hallway in search of money, and the guy waited patiently, not taking his eyes off me. Finally, I begged for help, in the end, men should always help a woman in a difficult situation. “Well, there is no money, what can I do?” I asked confused. "Maybe a blowjob?" - joked a guy like the young Brad Pete. I appreciated his joke and the piquancy of the situation, because my roommate was sleeping in the next room at the time, although the guy certainly could not have known about it.

In my opinion, piquant that is attractive due to the fact that a little bit indecent. Every lady should be able to create such situations, for example, when she allegedly inadvertently shows the elastic of stockings from under her skirt; and be able to with dignity come out of situations where, for example, she was caught sunbathing naked on a wild beach or having sex with a man in a car. I used to always easily get out of such stories, but that evening turned out to be so heavy that I was just confused, the towel fell out of my hands, and I lost control of the situation.

Probably, you already guessed the girls that my goat woke up and went out into the hallway at the most inopportune moment when I was sucking the pizza peddler, standing naked on my knees in front of him. I just wanted him to cum as quickly as possible and get out of our house. In the end, if my ex-husband took better care of the availability of money in my wallet, then this piquant story would not have happened at all. But as always, he blamed everything on me. I do not understand, if he has the word “damn” now his favorite, then where is he?

I have already said that a woman should not tolerate insults in her address, so I made an irrevocable decision to leave this scoundrel and leave home. I am sure that in such a situation, even the patient and meek Jane Eyre would send her man to the dick.I pulled the first little dress on my naked body, I told this nasty old man everything I thought about him, took a pair of ready-made suitcases and left with my head held high.

From the taxi, I called a friend to tell her two news - good and bad: that I left this goat, and that I was going to her for the time being to stay with her. In the tube there was such a cry, and then a roar, as if Sveta banged her head on the floor in surprise. It turned out that yesterday she brought to her home a sick mother, and she would live in her tiny studio apartment. “Of course, come,” said a friend upset by my misfortune, “I’ll put it to you in the kitchen or in the bathroom, as they say in cramped situations and not offended.” I appreciate the girlfriend’s sacrifice, but I didn’t want to sleep at all in the kitchen or on the floor next to her sick mother. After talking with Sveta, I decided to stay in a hotel for now, which finally upset my faithful friend.

I had a cash problem again near the hotel in order to pay for a taxi. Go, look for an ATM, I just did not have the strength. Quickly sucking off a nice taxi driver, I got out of the car free of debts and confidently stepped towards my new life.

After paying for my number with the card one week in advance, I climbed up with my legs on the bed, curled up and cried.

If you think that the next hundred pages will be devoted to the description of my sufferings and shed tears, then you are mistaken. The next day, I cleaned myself up at the beauty salon, went all my husband's friends and borrowed money from them. Some still did not know about our break, some had to remind our joint pranks so that they would fork out. For everything in this life you have to pay. Naturally, I did not intend to give this money away. These were friends of my ex, that means it’s his problems, not mine.

In our country it is impossible to recognize civil marriage as legal, no matter how many years the spouses live together. The law protects children born in a civil marriage, but abandoned civil wives remain abandoned in the full sense of the word. So, girls do not trust men, do not give them your virginity before the wedding. Do not repeat my mistakes.

All that I have left is the salary for the year of work in the husband's company, which came to me on a personal bank card, which was not necessary among my documents. I understood that I could only rely on my own strength, the more surprising it was for me when, taking my things from the ex-husband’s house, I suddenly received from him the keys and documents for a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. I was shocked and touched by such a noble gesture. To somehow thank my ex, I offered him sex, but for some reason he refused. Looks like he is not at all worth it, after all, quite a respectable age. There was no other explanation for the refusal of my old man from sex in my head. After all, men make women expensive gifts to get sex or thank for sex.

My ex-husband’s deed remained a mystery to me, but our last meeting passed without scandal, I took the remnants of things and hinted to the sweetheart that our relationship could be restored if there was a desire, left for a new apartment. Probably about us we can say that we broke up friends. Although I am not sure. I remember the last glance of my ex, he looked at me like he was looking at a photograph on a tombstone, only pity and regret, no hope.

Sveta disappeared somewhere just when I most needed her help. From mutual acquaintances, I learned that she took a vacation and drove off with some kind of fancy man to the Adriatic Sea for the whole summer. Looks like she changed the phone number to save on roaming. Sveta is very economical: she'll hang herself for a thousand rubles, for ten rubles she will sell her mother. I was worried about her, and she even disappeared from social networks. I hope she is doing well.

I was incredibly sad and lonely, the days were pretty monotonous. Once Valera came in, I was very glad to him. We drank coffee.About the ex-husband, I did not ask, I knew that Valera would not say anything anyway. Talked about the weather, Valera told a couple of vulgar ... Read more →