My husband was asleep when I went to the office in the morning, he’s been out of work for almost a year, but I thought something would prepare for my birthday.

Alien family is dark. It is difficult to disagree with this, because we are all different and our views on life in some ways also differ. But if unemployed For a long time, many would agree that this is not normal. Some cultures give more freedom to men, some less. But the vast majority of people in the world consider a man, if not the main earner, then at least a partner who also contributes to the family budget.



But our women, for some reason, diligently continue to endure drones. Apparently, the memory of the “glorious” 90s was preserved, when it was really almost impossible to find a good and honest job. But now it is 2022 in the yard, a lot of water has flowed since then. You can work hard if you want to make money. Right?

My husband has been unemployed for about a year. If anyone has faced such a situation, I will understand. For everyone else, I will try to tell you more details, at the same time I will reprimand.

I recently turned 44. I'm not young, I admit. But it's not that old yet. Especially since I have no bad habits and from time to time I try to take up training. Not that I'm skinny, but I don't have much extra fat. After all, it is not a girl, and the work is sedentary.



Misha, my wife, is 46. He used to work in manufacturing. Hard work, but he was paid on time and with bonuses. If you think about it 30 years ago, it's just heaven and earth. But the plant got into debt, the authorities did not dare to cut their wages, and therefore was forced to make a number of cuts. Which my husband got into.

If things had been shaky up until now, it would have been easier for me. It would be a sign to me that it is time for this man and I to break up. But no, they lived, as they say, soul to soul. So I wasn’t too upset when I heard the news. Thank God my job allows me to support both of us. With losses, but still.

In the first period, my husband was very worried. Didn't eat, didn't sleep well. He walked all pale in those short moments when he was at home. The rest of the time, he went around the city looking for work. Asked for help from friends, former colleagues, even classmates. And in the evenings he worked as a private cart, that is, he taxed.



But after a couple of months it became clear that his profile he will not find a job. What do I do? The age is not to relearn from zero. Going to another city for six months or a year is weird. We don’t have children, but the marriage was pretty strong. On the other hand, we are adults and we understand how it would end. I, in turn, do not intend to move anywhere.

Now Misha sat at home for a few days and just lay on the couch. I played some music and just looked at the ceiling. I was afraid I'd start drinking. But no, he's never had much of a crush on this case. But, believe me, it is not at all easier when, coming from work, you have to take care of your own man like a small child.



Sometimes I would give him some money so he could go out and go out and buy some food. He is a good cook, so at least some benefit the spouse brought. But over time, he stopped even doing that. That is, I went shopping, but I began to take some semi-finished products that are impossible to eat, but you can cook quickly: you just need to warm up. This is, of course, the full paragraph.

And the other day I turned 44. Not an anniversary, but a celebration. Just before that, the husband disappeared somewhere for a couple of days, apparently found some kind of hack. I don’t need gifts, but at least some normal attitude towards my wife. I left some money on the table in the hallway before I went to work. The gentleman, by the way, was still asleep.



At work they congratulated me, bought a cake and everything else. It was fun and kind of warm. Even handed a small present and an extra day off, nice. I was flying home. In the supermarket took even more elegant products, barely dragged bags, opened the front door and...

The dissatisfied face of a stranger looked at me. No, it was my husband, but I didn't recognize him at the time. Some kind of apathy, aggression mixed with resentment. It turned out that he had no money of his own, and what I had left was blown to the table. Michael didn't find them. All day long, he got hungry, and now he's complaining about my packages full of delicious food. Apparently, he forgot about my holiday.



I want to file for divorce. I'm tired. Misha and I have been together for over 10 years. We've had external problems before, but we've all been through them together. And now that the man has become a useless burden, I do not want to pull this burden on my hump. Let him do what he wants, but his feelings vanished. I don't care what others say about me. You can't live like this.