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What is the reason for the pampering of our men who spoiled them?
What a husband should be.? Surely every woman (and every parent with a daughter) has an opinion on this. Moreover, each country has its own views on what duties should be the head of the family, and what should be responsible for a woman.
Today's edition. "Site" will share the story of a subscriber who visited a long-time friend, but was very disappointed. After all, the family life of a friend was unbearable. And her husband didn't help her at all.
Having survived a divorce, I decided to change my life. She learned her language and traveled to distant America, where she lived for the last seven years. I knew I wouldn’t marry my husband a second time. I won't even contact you. Come on, John, Carl or Jose. But not Ivan. Because ours are overgrown, spoiled, writes Inna.
It’s good to talk about it while living in America. Here husbands and strollers walk, and children on the swing, and the pool is taken and brought. While wives have time with friends to walk or go for a manicure. And at night, these guys get up, the diapers change, the screaming child calms down. And it's not a feat, it's the norm. It's normal business.
I recently came to visit a friend I haven’t seen in years. I barely knew when I saw it. She's on maternity leave with her little daughter. A runaway and tired woman, who, having sat me on the kitchen sofa, hurriedly collected dirty dishes, stirred the soup along the way and fed the cat. Then she gave me her daughter, and she fussed with tea.
I tried to calm the baby as much as I could. But he did not appreciate my efforts and started yelling at the whole apartment. The head of the family at this time carefree sat in the living room at the computer in headphones and endlessly clicked the mouse. At his daughter’s eagle he was distracted for a moment, looked at us, but immediately lost all interest and returned to what was happening on the screen.
Trying to calm the baby, I almost jumped all over the kitchen, sluggish and grimaceous. Finally, a friend put tea on the table and took the baby out of my shaking hands. I sat down with relief. "What an asshole! Just give him those headphones on the head, I thought, looking at the carefree figure playing at the computer.
But the man is not mine, it is not for me to raise him. I took a closer look at my friend and noticed that fresh wrinkles appeared on her young face. Her hair was hastily collected in a bundle, she calmed her daughter and did not even touch tea. Asked how I was doing...
Why does a friend have such a husband? I have known her for a long time, she is a wonderful person and quite a pretty girl. She married a small manager. Perhaps she believed that someday he would make something worthwhile. Or maybe I didn't think about it. She gave birth and went on maternity leave. And since there was not enough money, I worked with translations when there was time. She walked with her daughter, she played with her, she fed herself, she ran with her to the doctors.
"Is he helping you?" I asked carefully. Sometimes. When I vacuum, he's sitting in the other room with Marisha. She is afraid of sharp sounds, the friend replied. As I sipped the tea and digested it, I looked out the window and wondered why it was so.
How many of our women live there, behind these dull windows? Millions of unhappy wives pushing strollers stuck in melting puddles. They go in leaky shoes with wet feet, carefully wrap children in blankets. They rush home to cook dinner for their so-called husbands.
Or was I spoiled? I've seen a man carry the lion's share of household chores, and I think that's the norm. He goes to work, picks up groceries, helps make dinner. It is not difficult to wash dishes or play with children. Or pick them up and go somewhere outside, away from Mom. Not for long.
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“Yes, I must have been spoiled by America. With his freedom of thought and equality. But I like to know that next to me is not another capricious child, but really a husband, a reliable defense, a partner. And I love that my sons will one day become just such men, partners of their wives.
What should a husband be like? Share your opinion in the comments.
Today's edition. "Site" will share the story of a subscriber who visited a long-time friend, but was very disappointed. After all, the family life of a friend was unbearable. And her husband didn't help her at all.
Having survived a divorce, I decided to change my life. She learned her language and traveled to distant America, where she lived for the last seven years. I knew I wouldn’t marry my husband a second time. I won't even contact you. Come on, John, Carl or Jose. But not Ivan. Because ours are overgrown, spoiled, writes Inna.
It’s good to talk about it while living in America. Here husbands and strollers walk, and children on the swing, and the pool is taken and brought. While wives have time with friends to walk or go for a manicure. And at night, these guys get up, the diapers change, the screaming child calms down. And it's not a feat, it's the norm. It's normal business.
I recently came to visit a friend I haven’t seen in years. I barely knew when I saw it. She's on maternity leave with her little daughter. A runaway and tired woman, who, having sat me on the kitchen sofa, hurriedly collected dirty dishes, stirred the soup along the way and fed the cat. Then she gave me her daughter, and she fussed with tea.
I tried to calm the baby as much as I could. But he did not appreciate my efforts and started yelling at the whole apartment. The head of the family at this time carefree sat in the living room at the computer in headphones and endlessly clicked the mouse. At his daughter’s eagle he was distracted for a moment, looked at us, but immediately lost all interest and returned to what was happening on the screen.
Trying to calm the baby, I almost jumped all over the kitchen, sluggish and grimaceous. Finally, a friend put tea on the table and took the baby out of my shaking hands. I sat down with relief. "What an asshole! Just give him those headphones on the head, I thought, looking at the carefree figure playing at the computer.
But the man is not mine, it is not for me to raise him. I took a closer look at my friend and noticed that fresh wrinkles appeared on her young face. Her hair was hastily collected in a bundle, she calmed her daughter and did not even touch tea. Asked how I was doing...
Why does a friend have such a husband? I have known her for a long time, she is a wonderful person and quite a pretty girl. She married a small manager. Perhaps she believed that someday he would make something worthwhile. Or maybe I didn't think about it. She gave birth and went on maternity leave. And since there was not enough money, I worked with translations when there was time. She walked with her daughter, she played with her, she fed herself, she ran with her to the doctors.
"Is he helping you?" I asked carefully. Sometimes. When I vacuum, he's sitting in the other room with Marisha. She is afraid of sharp sounds, the friend replied. As I sipped the tea and digested it, I looked out the window and wondered why it was so.
How many of our women live there, behind these dull windows? Millions of unhappy wives pushing strollers stuck in melting puddles. They go in leaky shoes with wet feet, carefully wrap children in blankets. They rush home to cook dinner for their so-called husbands.
Or was I spoiled? I've seen a man carry the lion's share of household chores, and I think that's the norm. He goes to work, picks up groceries, helps make dinner. It is not difficult to wash dishes or play with children. Or pick them up and go somewhere outside, away from Mom. Not for long.
459468
“Yes, I must have been spoiled by America. With his freedom of thought and equality. But I like to know that next to me is not another capricious child, but really a husband, a reliable defense, a partner. And I love that my sons will one day become just such men, partners of their wives.
What should a husband be like? Share your opinion in the comments.
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