All my life I told my sister that my husband is not eternal and you can not just sit on his neck, but she only laughed.

Do you agree with the statement that womanLike a man, despite the fact that statistically, the homework and the children are still in it? We don’t mean working 3 shifts in a factory, but an office or even work from home. After all, on the one hand, housekeeping and looking after children is already a difficult task.



And on the other hand, sitting at home for whole days, boiling borscht and babysitting karapuzov is a real torture and internal decay. Even a small team, whatever it may be, can inspire new ideas and dilute the daily routine. Although, as practice shows, some women are really more comfortable to be within the four walls 24 hours a day.

For as long as I remember my sister Lisa, people always liked her. Her parents spoiled her more: nothing surprising, because she is the youngest. At school, teachers predicted her career as an actress or model, constantly praising Lizin’s artistry. Well, she didn't have a break from the boys. That's short. Don’t think about it, I don’t complain, even I think it’s well deserved. For example, such activity always seemed too tiresome to me, I studied, and I liked this regime more.



After school, we parted ways. I entered the Polytechnic and continued to gnaw at the granite of science, even though it was hard at times. Lisa went to the pedagogical, not particularly straining. Constant participation in various types of competitions and KVN ensured her good academic performance, so her studies did not bother her much. But all this time we were in a great relationship, even though our views on life were absolutely polar.



No, I'm lying. I was a little jealous of her. In her second year, she met a chic guy, just a man of dreams and, by coincidence, my classmate. They started dating, and it wasn't a standard Lizkin affair, but a real, mature relationship. How sad I was to make a toast to their wedding, considering I was secretly in love with Andrew! But these are things of the past, and it makes no sense to remember them now.

My sister and I were a bit distant. I found a good job and even bought myself a small apartment in the city center. There was no time for amorous affairs, but my career developed at a pace acceptable to me. Lisa also felt good: a loving husband, a house, a car and two cute carapaces. This is probably the dream of a housewife. Andrey kept them completely, his wife never worked a day in her life.



I took my sister out to a frank conversation. They say, why does she not want to do something, at least take money from her husband for her microbusiness? This would distract from household chores and in general, extra money will never hurt. If there is time for the gym and solarium, then there will be a couple of hours for something like this. My husband wouldn't mind.

"I don't think he doesn't understand that you, sister, are just sitting around his neck." The answer was an incomprehensible smile and a change of subject. At the end of the conversation, the sister squeezed something like: “My man should provide for the family, and I should watch the hearth. Why else would you even need a man? That's what we decided.



After 8 or 9 months, the sister was confronted with what is called an “unforeseen situation.” Andrew became ill and seriously ill. From the hospital, huge bills flew instantly, so the car and some small things had to be sold. But this was not enough, and the debts began. It is good that Andrew was one of those who are called sociable. His business partners and friends understood what was happening and helped as much as they could. But that wasn't enough.

Of course, it was my turn. But the number my sister wanted was too big. You see, I've been striving for total independence and passive income. Buy another apartment, rent it out and leave work. I don't spend much on myself. So if I rent 2 apartments, I can travel and not be owed to anyone. Giving half of what I put aside for my sister's apartment is unacceptable to me. I know she won't.



That's why I refused. Tears, screams and everything else only work on weeping children. And I'm an adult, accomplished woman. I can't handle that. Even when my mother came to visit me and in a serious tone asked how I could be so callous, the answer remained the same. I did not work all my life to my “cute and artistic” sister, without working a day, took away my dream. Let them spin as they want, I will not give you money. Period. After all, life puts everything in its place.