with my beloved and did not tell him directly that I was not going to have a child in the next twenty years, this would have greatly upset him, but I did not want to spoil his mood. I tactfully transferred the conversation to another, hinted and promised something there, even allegedly went to the examinations in the hospital, where the doctor advised me to wait with the pregnancy; I myself secretly took reliable contraceptives from my husband. I do not like quarrels and scandals in the family. A loving wife will always be able to skillfully hush up an uncomfortable topic and achieve her own without scandal, especially if everything she does is only for the benefit of the family, even if her husband does not understand this yet.

My friend Sveta was here in full agreement with me and even insisted that I did not hurry with the child and destroy my youth in dirty diapers. Sveta herself postponed the birth of a child, because she thought she had to make a career first, and then give birth to herself, so that her child needed nothing, and was always surrounded by luxury and comfort. As you have probably already guessed, Sveta was completely turned on money, and, contrary to popular wisdom, she believed that there was happiness in money. In fact, girls, money is not very important, the main thing is love and family! Of course, it’s also bad without money, but I’m sure that a woman shouldn’t get a job for the sake of money, if this is to the detriment of her care for the home. You can't earn all the money. Choosing between taking care of the house and additional income, a real woman should always sacrifice herself for the sake of the family. An additional fifty or even one hundred thousand will not bring happiness to the house if the wife does not have time to look after herself, and the husband starts cheating on her with the housekeeper. The main thing is that Svetkina’s stupidity didn’t diminish her merits of my best friend. Sveta made sure that I did not forget to drink the pills and even sometimes she herself bought me a new package of contraceptives. It's nice when your girlfriend cares about you like that.

Another fissure in our relationship was added by the wildly unmotivated jealousy of my future, as I hoped, my spouse. I could not dress up too nicely in public, I couldn’t even flirt a bit with other men, I couldn’t come home late from the restaurant, even if I was there with my girlfriend. It is impossible, it is impossible, it is impossible! It annoyed me terribly. My friend once said that I live like a bird in a golden cage, and that I need to break a cage and fly free to realize myself as a person, that is, quit my bored husband and plunge into the abyss of passion and debauchery. Honestly, then I did not quite understand her. What kind of cage, why am I a bird and why should I give up a comfortable married life? Sveta sometimes said some garbage, very abstruse and incomprehensible things for me. Being a loser in life, she loved to give advice to others about how to live. I felt not at all in a cage, but a young hot mare who used to frolic in the open field among stallions, and the old horse stable locked her up in a luxurious but boring stable.

Sveta taught me to understand good alcoholic cocktails, and we loved to sit and popizat about everything in the world. I must say that from these cocktails you get drunk as it is unnoticeable to yourself, in any case, with Sveta I often got drunk before losing my memory and got home, as they say, “on autopilot”. My husband didn’t approve of our gatherings, he didn’t like anything fun and creative at all and was a terrible bore.

One morning, I woke up with a sore head and felt completely overwhelmed. It seems to me that a woman, when she is unwell, has the right to rely on the care and help of her husband.But he, instead of bringing me aspirin and sympathizing, began again to reprimand me for the fact that I had come drunk late at night, spat in the corridor and lay down to sleep in street clothes. Although in reality I simply did not have the strength to take off my boots, and my husband, instead of helping me, went to sleep on the sofa. In the end, that such, I can at least sometimes rest and relax. And suddenly my husband declared: “You made a mistake in choosing a friend, I forbid you to meet with her!”. I collected the rest of my strength, tore my head off the pillow and firmly said to this goat: “Fuck you!”.

I will never betray the light, she is like a sister to me. I used to think that since I am Gemini on a horoscope, either Libra or Aries can become my girlfriend, but Sveta is Taurus and, nevertheless, she is my best friend. So, girls, horoscopes are sometimes wrong too.

I was offended and sulked at my husband for several days, but in the end we still made up. Ah, girls, you know, a woman in love always forgives her man even those things that should not be forgiven. On Sunday, my husband brought me a huge bouquet of my favorite flowers and took me to lunch at a new restaurant. There my heart thawed, and I allowed myself to kiss. My husband drank a little and, after the restaurant, dragged me to some bridge, where we hung locks with inscriptions about love on the railing (it turns out that the old romantic prepared them beforehand) and agreed to definitely have a wedding next year. I was overwhelmed by conflicting feelings, on the one hand, it was pleasant to hang locks for memory and make plans for the wedding, but at that moment I would prefer some piece of jewelry as a gift; on the other hand, he again began to talk about the birth of a child, and I had to nod, as if agreeing not to spoil the evening. In the end, I broke my heel, froze on this damn, blown-through all winds, bridge and strongly wanted to write. Dick this romance, if you can only earn cystitis from it. Having promised my dear to give birth to his heir and having received drunken vows in his love and a quick wedding, I dragged the exhausted old groom into the car. Upon arrival home, I warmed up with a good portion of whiskey, put on my usual short school dress again, and in the evening everything ended with our beloved as usual.

The next crack in my relationship with my husband was due to the ridiculous case of one plumber. It was summer, there was a terrible heat. I was waiting for the master at home to install a new dishwasher. My husband wanted to connect it himself, in the evening after work, but I decided to make him a surprise. For several days I was tormented by depression and I turned on light music and poured myself a glass of cold vodka to relax a little. I know that doctors recommend drinking a glass of vodka, brandy or a glass of red wine daily to improve health, as it is very useful for blood vessels and the heart. Most doctors themselves regularly use vodka for medical purposes, as scientists have long proved its usefulness, especially under stress. No wonder that vodka was even invented by a scientist. Yes, girls, do not be surprised that I know such complicated things, because I’m not a simple housewife, but a well-read, educated lady. Such as I always buy only stylish expensive things, read special magazines about modern life a lot, are interested in the star life of other ice, and always require a proper attitude of others to themselves, as to real ice.

When the doorbell rang, I talked about my new iPhone, arranging a hairdresser's visit, and automatically opened the door, letting in the plumber. I just forgot to throw a robe, it also happens that some little thing will just fly out of my head, clogged with other troubles and worries. Of course, I was not completely naked! Despite the heat, I went around the house in shorts and T-shirt. The master was not some dork, but a very delicate, handsome young man. He tactfully kept silent about my outfit and walked into the kitchen.I decided to show him where to work, and then go get dressed. In the end, what's up? Why can I walk on the beach in shorts and in a bra, but not in my own house? Who came up with these double standards? When he saw a bottle of vodka in the kitchen, the master naturally asked him to treat him with a glass. In order not to seem an inhospitable hostess, I poured him and myself a shot. We drank ... Read more →