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Crick souled mujja, which no woman boiled wrestlers, and on filed for divorce
Few things can upset a normal working man like freezer in his own apartment. Of course, this is not the only way to upset our hypothetical man, but... Hunger is not an aunt, and on an empty stomach, many things seem more irritable than they actually are.
Our young reader decided to join in and tell his story of a short-lived marriage. We would even call it a modern parable, an instructive story. In any case, dear readers, we believe that this story will be useful for everyone to read.
My name is Eugene, I am 29 years old, and my situation is probably familiar to many young families. You can criticize me for being weak and giving up easily, but I have my own point of view and I think I did the right thing. And now to the story, or it turns out some confusion.
5 years ago, I met a girl named Vika. Victoria, which means “victory”, I liked it at first sight. Beautiful, intelligent, knows its value and has some personal charisma. You know how it happens, fell in love in absentia, not even talking.
Six months of candy and bouquet period, when we just walked by the hand and shared impressions of books and movies. Vika immediately established herself as a person who has something to say. She wasn’t like the other girls I’d met: no awkward pauses or gaze on my cell phone.
A little later we began to meet officially, although we lived separately. My feelings did not fade, but, on the contrary, strengthened every day. Shared interests, traveling around the country and going to the movies with friends brought us together. It's been 2 years since we met, and I suggested that Vika move in.
The household kills romance. I knew that, and I feared most of all, that we would become a standard couple of people who, though living together, had long since lost interest in each other. But it wasn't. Suddenly, I climbed the career ladder very well, and Vika decided to go homeschooling. Online lessons are a miracle. Especially now, during a pandemic.
As time passed, I knew it was time for us to get married. Mutual friends have joked about this for a long time, and I myself wondered in my heart why we still do not have the stamp in the passport. Having saved up a little for a wedding, a dress and a cherished ring, I got together and proposed to the most romantic place in the city.
She certainly agreed. We started calling parents and relatives, getting ready for the wedding, you know. The holiday was 100% successful. We walked very well, very qualitatively. And our married life began.
Everything changed very quickly and dramatically. Vika stopped taking care of herself, although this was a long time ago. Due to the fact that she did not need to go out to school, she was completely lazy. But, I confess, the appearance for me was not the first role. The attitude has changed.
I like cleaning, so the apartment was always clean, no matter how busy I was. Cleaning calms me down, directs me in the right direction. But I can't cook. And the fridge after the wedding was always a rolling ball. The answer to all my questions was, “I worked before the wedding.” And now, darling, it's your turn. The apron and stove are over there in the kitchen.”
I must say that this state of affairs did not please me at all. I really tried to make something like a casserole, but it was impossible to eat. Thank goodness I had the money, so I just started ordering home delivery. But even then I had to somehow combine them, because my faithful woman refused to cook.
One day our mutual friends came to visit us. At first, they praised the hostess for the cleanliness of the house (ha-ha), and then began to pity her for studying a lot and completely neglecting herself. The fact that she watches TV shows on a laptop most of the time, I decided not to mention. And since our friends are all young, one of the guests without asking climbed into the fridge in search of something to eat.
He was shocked, because there was nothing but a pack of ketchup, a can of soy sauce and some pickled mushrooms. Asked what we eat, I decided to laugh, they say, so it happened, and we decided to take delivery in the restaurant and so on. Vika, who had barely dropped a word before, loudly declared that I was a bad husband and did not cook anything. She has to eat some chips and pizza.
In short, the evening was "miraculous." I was constantly trying to get out of one delicate situation, but inevitably I got into another. My wife helped me as much as she could. The next day I decided to order food for work. Secretly from his wife. So it was 2 months, and I could already blindfolded to determine from which cafe or restaurant came a particular dish. I'm sick of it.
A week later, I invited my wife to a serious conversation. Said I wasn't one of those who made their wives cooks and dishwashers. But I can't take it anymore. I want to eat well since I make money. We could share the rest of our household responsibilities. You know, I thought I even got through to her.
But after a few weeks, everything returned to normal. I began to order food from the delivery again, and quietly, even though my wife did not cook anything. I felt like I had a mistress in front of a living wife. But I knew the truth was on my side. And after 7 months, we got divorced. I endured to the last.
Vika accused me of all my sins, but she had nothing to say. In addition, my confidence in the correctness of actions only increased: our mutual friends supported me. I don't know why it happened that a young interesting girl turned into a lazy creature after the wedding, but my advice to you guys, beware of such people. Otherwise, you will only realize that you have lost a lot of time and nerves for the wrong person. Thank you, that's it.
Our young reader decided to join in and tell his story of a short-lived marriage. We would even call it a modern parable, an instructive story. In any case, dear readers, we believe that this story will be useful for everyone to read.
My name is Eugene, I am 29 years old, and my situation is probably familiar to many young families. You can criticize me for being weak and giving up easily, but I have my own point of view and I think I did the right thing. And now to the story, or it turns out some confusion.
5 years ago, I met a girl named Vika. Victoria, which means “victory”, I liked it at first sight. Beautiful, intelligent, knows its value and has some personal charisma. You know how it happens, fell in love in absentia, not even talking.
Six months of candy and bouquet period, when we just walked by the hand and shared impressions of books and movies. Vika immediately established herself as a person who has something to say. She wasn’t like the other girls I’d met: no awkward pauses or gaze on my cell phone.
A little later we began to meet officially, although we lived separately. My feelings did not fade, but, on the contrary, strengthened every day. Shared interests, traveling around the country and going to the movies with friends brought us together. It's been 2 years since we met, and I suggested that Vika move in.
The household kills romance. I knew that, and I feared most of all, that we would become a standard couple of people who, though living together, had long since lost interest in each other. But it wasn't. Suddenly, I climbed the career ladder very well, and Vika decided to go homeschooling. Online lessons are a miracle. Especially now, during a pandemic.
As time passed, I knew it was time for us to get married. Mutual friends have joked about this for a long time, and I myself wondered in my heart why we still do not have the stamp in the passport. Having saved up a little for a wedding, a dress and a cherished ring, I got together and proposed to the most romantic place in the city.
She certainly agreed. We started calling parents and relatives, getting ready for the wedding, you know. The holiday was 100% successful. We walked very well, very qualitatively. And our married life began.
Everything changed very quickly and dramatically. Vika stopped taking care of herself, although this was a long time ago. Due to the fact that she did not need to go out to school, she was completely lazy. But, I confess, the appearance for me was not the first role. The attitude has changed.
I like cleaning, so the apartment was always clean, no matter how busy I was. Cleaning calms me down, directs me in the right direction. But I can't cook. And the fridge after the wedding was always a rolling ball. The answer to all my questions was, “I worked before the wedding.” And now, darling, it's your turn. The apron and stove are over there in the kitchen.”
I must say that this state of affairs did not please me at all. I really tried to make something like a casserole, but it was impossible to eat. Thank goodness I had the money, so I just started ordering home delivery. But even then I had to somehow combine them, because my faithful woman refused to cook.
One day our mutual friends came to visit us. At first, they praised the hostess for the cleanliness of the house (ha-ha), and then began to pity her for studying a lot and completely neglecting herself. The fact that she watches TV shows on a laptop most of the time, I decided not to mention. And since our friends are all young, one of the guests without asking climbed into the fridge in search of something to eat.
He was shocked, because there was nothing but a pack of ketchup, a can of soy sauce and some pickled mushrooms. Asked what we eat, I decided to laugh, they say, so it happened, and we decided to take delivery in the restaurant and so on. Vika, who had barely dropped a word before, loudly declared that I was a bad husband and did not cook anything. She has to eat some chips and pizza.
In short, the evening was "miraculous." I was constantly trying to get out of one delicate situation, but inevitably I got into another. My wife helped me as much as she could. The next day I decided to order food for work. Secretly from his wife. So it was 2 months, and I could already blindfolded to determine from which cafe or restaurant came a particular dish. I'm sick of it.
A week later, I invited my wife to a serious conversation. Said I wasn't one of those who made their wives cooks and dishwashers. But I can't take it anymore. I want to eat well since I make money. We could share the rest of our household responsibilities. You know, I thought I even got through to her.
But after a few weeks, everything returned to normal. I began to order food from the delivery again, and quietly, even though my wife did not cook anything. I felt like I had a mistress in front of a living wife. But I knew the truth was on my side. And after 7 months, we got divorced. I endured to the last.
Vika accused me of all my sins, but she had nothing to say. In addition, my confidence in the correctness of actions only increased: our mutual friends supported me. I don't know why it happened that a young interesting girl turned into a lazy creature after the wedding, but my advice to you guys, beware of such people. Otherwise, you will only realize that you have lost a lot of time and nerves for the wrong person. Thank you, that's it.
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