Why You Should Stop Telling Your Friends About Your Personal Life

It is believed that all women are competitors by nature. So any girlfriendEven with the closest, sweetest, most wonderful and most trusted, doomed. After all, sooner or later, the friends will open all the cards, tell each other all the claims and either distance themselves forever or become enemies. Is that true?

Today's edition. "Site" We will share the story of our reader, who did not expect a trick from a close friend. But it turned out that their relationship is not so good and clean. However, it is better to know from the words of the woman.



With Tatiana we studied together at the institute. We were. Then I got married, had a baby. But my friend's still in touch. We saw each other often. She used to come over because I had to be home and watch the baby. Then she gave birth to the second, third ..., writes Catherine (name changed).



“Tatiana was in no hurry to start a family. Almost every tea party she complained that another novel was unsuccessful. Then we introduced her to her husband's colleague, Victor. And I was really happy when they got something serious. Then Tatiana went to a higher-paying job, and her friend also disappeared from the radar.

My protracted decree did not please my superiors. Under false pretext, I was fired. It wasn’t easy for my husband to bear all the family expenses, but little by little we got better. They bought a house outside the city, began to farm. As they say, they are on their feet.



“Tatiana married Victor. They were in no hurry to have children, but they lived for themselves. We went to the sea, went to the sea. Our communication has almost collapsed. Rare messages on social networks or telephone conversations. Well, she came to visit three times.

My husband and I decided to have a picnic. We thought, why not invite our old friends too? That they're always in town. We have nature, fresh air. There's a place to turn around, rest. And the weather was expected to be beautiful.

I called my friend, had a little chat. I offered her my vacation plan. She was happy, but said that she would first consult with her husband, and then give a final answer. We got Tom.

I could hear her put down the phone, but I forgot to turn off the phone. I reached for the cherished red button, but then I heard Victor's voice in the tube. He must have just walked into the kitchen. I waited a little longer and heard them talk. They were talking about my family”.



As it turned out, a friend in the presence of Victor called me “that stupid woman from the institute that always talks about children.” The one who “begot and sits at the husband’s neck.” And he (my husband) “a rough-bodied man works for three, except for work and does not dare to think about anything”, and the children “probably live hand-to-hand”. And the house, it turns out, is not a house at all, but a kind of ruin. And Tanya herself would be ashamed to invite guests there.

They were still talking, but I didn’t listen, turned off the phone. And the revelations were a lot heard. My husband stood next to me and heard almost everything. We were shocked. But then his phone rang. Victor, as if nothing had happened, said hello and said that yes, they will come to visit for the weekend. Well, come here. We'll wait.



“They came with some cheap canned food to the table and similar second-rate candy for children. The husband said to them, “Do you earn so little that you can’t buy a good hotel?” Well, then. Will we have to feed you at our own expense? Our children are already hungry. I'll have to work it out. After the feast, you will go to the station to help. There's a lot to do.

The two couldn’t understand what was going on or why they were being talked to like that. And then I plugged in. “Why don’t you have any children?” “We don’t want to,” the friend replied dryly.

Oh, of course. It's just dumbasses and uncouth men like us having kids. And an intelligentsia like you must live for its own pleasure.

In her eyes she could see that she understood everything. And Victor understood, too. They stood in confusion for a minute, and then in a barrel and shaved into the street. Let them go. Maybe not very hospitable from our side, but honestly, the woman said.



Of course, one story cannot be revealing. However, it often happens that people say one thing in the face, and behave completely inappropriately behind their backs. But if so unpleasantWhy do they keep in touch with him? Why are they visiting?