for the skill, and he said he was ready to work, only because of the heat, he asked for permission to take off his T-shirt. I had nothing to say to him - the heat was indeed terrible. “Take it off,” I said sternly, without any flirting in my voice, “and, at last, be engaged in business.” He undressed, and just the opposite I went to the bedroom to put on something. My inborn modesty did not allow me to walk in front of an unfamiliar man in a thong and a translucent T-shirt. And then on the threshold of the kitchen I saw my husband, at first I thought that he had something at work, he was all pale with shaking lips and bulging eyes. And suddenly he shouted: “Bitch, what are you doing here, whore, while I am not!”. My husband gave an ugly scene of jealousy, drove the plumber, yelled at me and showered me with insults. I cried all evening. How quickly family happiness can collapse. My husband started the habit of suddenly returning from work in the middle of the day without warning. Such distrust insulted and oppressed me.

About a week later, when we were reconciled, the laptop stopped working at my home, and naturally, I called an “ambulance for a PC.” A young, poorly dressed guy came, apparently from those eternally impoverished students who, for the sake of a miserable thousand, are ready to shove to the other end of the city. As you understand, such a zadokhlik could not interest me as a man. I showed him the laptop, and she went to take a shower. In the bathroom, I accidentally hit my elbow. In less than five minutes, I heard some screams. I ran out of the shower as I was naked and came across right on my husband. This time, he was red as a cancer and screaming like an abnormal one. His sick imagination painted a picture of my treason, and the soul was supposedly proof, and he did not listen to any excuses. It was terrible. I lived with the abnormal Othello, who could kill me, just because he had something to dream about. Now I understand Shakespeare better.

My life has become terribly boring, my usurper’s husband controlled every step I took. Now I saw men only on TV. Imagine how hard it was for me to live. I slowly began to crawl into depression, I could even develop an inferiority complex - I stopped feeling like a beautiful, desirable woman. I had to do something with this, and I began to fight for my psyche and take decisive steps. I did not want, through the fault of the man, to end my life under the train, like Anna, about whom I read at school. Forced to communicate only in a narrow circle of friends of my husband, whom he trusted, I gradually slept with all his friends and acquaintances. The horns on my Othello's head became so large and branchy that it became somehow slower to walk and slouch. But on the other hand, I regained my former confidence in myself, and the world that had become dull was shining for me again with multicolored paints.

Sveta and I are very different, but we are best friends. Sveta is sure that the most important thing in life is money, and I am sure that the most important thing is love. Sveta is very economical, and I like to spend money easily. Sveta does not look so interesting and informative on TV as a “fashionable sentence” and “let's get married”, but I do not understand how you can spend your time on boring office work. Sveta is unsociable, in bars she prefers various cocktails or expensive cognac (if treated), and I am easy to talk to and in good company can easily squeeze a glass of vodka or suck a bottle of beer to keep the conversation going, I can pay for my girlfriend, if necessary. Sveta is not married, but often, especially after getting drunk on Friday night, she sleeps with men for one night, that is, she is just a fucking god, and I am a decent woman who is in a civil marriage. Here we are completely dissimilar, but close friends.

Sveta liked to drink and have fun, and did not allow me to keep up with her, so less than a month had passed since I was home drunk again. Unlike my husband bore, I do not think this is bad. Sometimes you need to relax and be able to relax. My husband obviously saw how I unsuccessfully got out of a taxi, falling straight into a puddle after the rain, and all my neighbors probably heard my mats about this. He opened the doors for me with a very sad face. He took off my boots and clothes. The husband looked at me with pity and it began to enrage me. He again ran into a scandal. Now he will start to shout: "Shame on you ...". However, my chosen one began to mumble something about our love and about the fact that it hurts him to see me ruining my health. Feelings overwhelmed me and burst from the inside out. I went into the bathroom and turned sharply towards my husband. "Do you love me?". "Yes," he was taken aback. “Then hold my hair behind me, I have to spit,” and I bent over the toilet. Scandal this time did not work. We only slept again in different rooms, and this has already become a habit.

One day, after another quarrel on the grounds of his mad jealousy, the husband, in order to make amends and make peace with me, bought vouchers to Turkey. We made it up, and I even vowed that he would never again give a reason for jealousy or even flirt with other men. What can you not do for the sake of peace in the family. I only had three days before my departure to update my wardrobe, and I was wandering around the shops and boutiques like a frantic buying everything I could need at the resort. As ill luck would have it, Sveta, immediately after learning about my trip, she got sick of something and could not help me with the choice of new evening dresses and fashionable swimsuits.

Already when we were packing our bags, and I allowed myself to drink a bottle of martini for joy, my husband threw a new scandal from scratch. The trip was in jeopardy, and I had to swear that I quit drinking from that day (you might think that I am some kind of alcoholic) and not a single gram at the resort. Of course, I promised not to drink during the trip and to go everywhere only with my husband. These endless cavils of her husband strained me greatly, but I held out my last strength, as befits a good caring wife, smiled and told my husband only what he would like to hear. I had to spend incredibly boring hours at the airport and on a plane without a gram of alcohol, listening to the sad stories of my husband about the history of Turkey. Of course, I nodded to my husband and pretended that I was interested in what he was telling, while she looked at her watch with wistfulness and regretted that my girlfriend was not there.

Back in school, I did not understand why learning history. What was, then passed. All have already died. "Everything will pass," seems to have been written on the ring of Sauron. What matters is what is happening here and now, who is sleeping with whom, who has become pregnant from whom, and not how in the past the wild men just did that they cut each other endlessly in wars. Women, especially smart and beautiful, then lived very hard and uninteresting. Joan was burned at the stake, Anna was beheaded on the scaffold. If a rich man wanted to divorce, then he sent his wife forever to the monastery, or even completely chopped off her head like some English king. I heard that once, some husband Elena did not give a divorce and did not satisfy her, so she fled with the young prince to another city. So her ex made a war, interrupted everyone, and with the help of some cunning horse, he burned a whole city. What for?

When men already learn to solve problems in a civilized way like us girls. When will they stop us as their property? At war, tanchiki, booze, fights and prostitutes, men always have money and strength. And for gifts to their wives and fulfillment of marital debt, they always have neither dough (they say, loans, but mortgages), nor forces (just so poor people get tired at work). We know their work: to sit all day on the Internet, then lunch at a restaurant, then “business negotiations” with whores in a sauna - they call all this “doing business”.My husband once tried to convince me that business negotiations in saunas do not necessarily happen to whores, it was just the secret of men to be secret naked since the days when it was thought that it was impossible to put any listening devices on the steam bath. I pretended to believe him and said nothing, but I was not ... Read more →