When I got married, I knew that my husband had an ex-wife and a son, but I never thought that one day they would come to my house.

In our time, there are more and more situations where wife He is a healthy and fully working spouse. Well, that's not really surprising. Gone are the days when only a man could hold a prestigious position. Women are becoming bosses and bosses. And since they have funds that they can manage on their own, why not spend them on a loved one?



Peels is another matter if a woman has to pull the webbing of marriage alone. When the family is no longer a family, but a game of one gate. Then, of course, fair questions and claims arise. In this case, the man, of course, must explain: either he himself suffers some difficulties at work, so he simply physically can not bring enough money to the family budget. Or he just doesn't want to, and he's lazy. After that, it is up to both sides to decide. In other words, divorce or the continuation of suffering.

I have always understood that my Vanya does not pretend to be a leader. It’s okay, masculine men only in books are so unforgettable. And, in fact, they are selfish, egotistical narcissists, whom you do not feed bread, let only show off in front of the mirror and praise yourself, for whom you do not know what. Swimming, we know. And my husband, for example, is very responsive, gentle, kind. Always ready to come to the rescue and even cry under a soulful film. I think for a man this is a big plus.

The only thing I don't like about him is that his softness extends to others as well. Especially his ex-wife. She is also the mother of the Vanine child. Well, he can't answer her by punching her on the table. She left him, not the other way around. You have to pay for it. My relationship with my husband is in crisis, no matter how much I love him. I'll try to explain why.

After we moved to live with Ivan after the wedding, my private apartment became an additional source of income. Not that we have any serious hopes for it, but it’s nice to get money at the end of the month, essentially doing nothing. I have been working as a cosmetologist for years. I'll tell you a secret, it's a pretty promising profession, if you know how it works. Let me tell you a little bit: we helped a lot of people with our whole team. Not just girls, but men.



At the same time, my husband is engaged in sales. Quite an interesting profession, and if you get on seasonal running goods, you can get rich in a very short time. The main thing is to know when to stop. But Olya, Vanya’s ex-wife, works as a saleswoman in a supermarket. Well, she did. Since the birth of a child, she does not have enough strength for anything except raising a four-year-old son. If it wasn't for Vanina's alimony, I don't even know what they would live for. It's a good thing Dad was lucky, isn't it?

I'd be lying if I said I didn't know my husband's situation with his ex. Alimony, help. Aren't all divorced women dreaming about it? But what a shame (for me), in addition to alimony, Olya also demanded to buy her child some clothes, toys, various trifles. Of course, I wanted to say that alimony is the payment for all these purchases, but I always knew that this would never achieve anything sensible.

Vanya loves her son too much and does not want to offend her ex. That's it. Somehow I got jealous. But you can see in Vanine eyes that he only loves me. And what the ex can not refuse is because of the child and... character, probably. Or education, I honestly don’t know. Anyway, that's how we lived. I creaked with the current situation and waited for this Olya to find a normal man, and not pull juices from her ex. I didn't wait.



Peels One day she came to our house with a baby. She sent her son to play in the room, and she called us to the kitchen to talk. According to her, she did not have a good situation. The apartment where Olya lived with her sister and son was flooded. Very tight, even had to call the masters neighbors. And the flood was caused by Oline. She had no money to repair the neighbor’s ceiling, so her sister asked her to move to another apartment. Well, we didn't get along. Who would doubt it?

So, to help each other, Olya offered the following: she and her son move to live with me, in an apartment that I rent. For this, the spouse is exempt from payment of alimony. So, you're fine, and we're fine. To be honest, my apartment had been empty for half a month, and I was even thinking about renting it out, although that would probably be too cool. They say six months and a good house turns into a dumpster. But the fact that my husband's ex will live in it?



Peels, on the other hand, refuse alimony. Finally, Vanya and I will be able to invest in the same family and start thinking about our own children. I liked the idea and eventually agreed. God be with them, let them live. They really had nowhere to go. Single mother and child, and they will live on the other side of town, which is also a nice bonus. Oh, stop. We also agreed that she pays for the utility herself. I almost forgot about that.

We made a deal and hit the hands. I gave away a copy of the keys, said goodbye, and prepared for a major life change. Vanya also admitted that although it is impossible to say so, my decision was like a mountain from his shoulders. Like he got rid of his mortgage. Although I wanted to ask him why he kept quiet when we were all together, I decided to keep quiet again. I knew the answer to my question very well. All right, let's go.



But our bliss did not last very long. Two weeks later my husband got a message from Oli again. She wanted him to buy his son a fancy demi-season jacket. Honestly, the jacket was very nice, but I was worried about something else. What about our arrangement? You got what you wanted. So why are these messages now? Turns out I did. No more alimony. But Vanya and without them bought a lot of things. And this pile, according to Oline logic, did not go anywhere. I had to pay my husband and I the same amount of money.

Then I couldn’t stand it, took my husband’s phone and called his ex. I spent half an hour explaining who she was and where her things were. And I wasn't shy about words. I remember everything I knew when I was young. As a result, Olya promised to revise her wishes and requirements. Otherwise, she'll be homeless, that's why. But what really pissed me off was my husband, who was staring at me all the time and clapping his eyes like a girl.



So I basically did all the work for him, and he was just in shock. He didn't, he didn't. And that's my husband. Now I don't know what kind of father he'll be to our son? How will he raise him if he has to take care of himself? So we're in a crisis right now. Vanya is a very good person and I love him. But a man should not only be a good husband, but also a great father. I don’t see that characteristic in him yet.