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My husband advised me to put my pride away, otherwise nothing good awaits me, but this is not for me.
Dear readers, today in our article we publish a first-person story in which love and pride intertwine. Happy are the people who don’t have to go through any of these feelings to maintain a healthy relationship with their partner. But things happen in life. Only in movies and on the pages of glossy magazines is the idyll broadcast without any effort. Reality, on the other hand, breaks many alliances, confronting them with obstacles that a couple cannot pass together, hand in hand. And one thing. Good fortune is not enough.To be able to maintain a relationship.
Love, disappointment, difficult choice and pride Once I heard from my husband that the reason for my unhappiness is pride. If it were easier, it would be easier for me. But no, I need to make things more difficult for myself, because the causes of my troubles are far-fetched and inflated from scratch. I received such a statement after I did not want to forgive the oversight of the betrothed. The husband called it adultery. After learning of the betrayal, I was in complete shock, packed up and announced the decision to divorce. Here is the story of love and pride.
I met Andrew and I five years ago. We went to university together. I was a teacher of Ukrainian language and literature, and he wanted to become a musician. I fell in love with a long-haired mustachioed boy with an upset guitar and a hoarse voice. Andrew came to the girls in our dormitory after couples. All evenings we sang songs with a big company, laughed a lot, and, of course, met. He didn't see me right away. At first, he looked after his roommate. She asked him to help with her homework and invited him to visit. She sat the guy at the desk, took out the notebooks, and she went to the dance. Poor Andrew was tormented over a math textbook for about an hour. He agreed to an adventure only to win the heart of the girl, although he lagged behind in his studies.
In the end, I got bored watching this pathetic picture, and I sat down next to do a task for my neighbor. Lucky Karina came back late at night. During this time, I managed not only to solve all the problems, but also to get to know a cute guitarist better. We spent hours talking about everything. I felt like the happiest girl in the world. Finally, I waited for the handsome senior to turn his attention to me. He shared with me funny stories from college life, and soon opened up so much that he told me about a difficult childhood. That evening, I learned that the always-positive Andriukha, the soul of the company and the head lady of the university, is actually a very traumatized and sensitive boy deep inside. From that day on, he took possession of all my thoughts. I didn’t see anyone else and couldn’t imagine my life without this charismatic musician.
In a relationship with a loved one, I forgave all those because of which our familiar couples quarreled. I didn't pack my bags, it's okay. Forgot to wash the dishes, I'll clean, I won't get tired of a few extra plates. I promised to help clean up and forgot, I can handle it myself. Honestly, I was so in love that I really had the enthusiasm and energy to do it. I didn’t even think to be angry or offended. He is the most beautiful, the most gentle and the most romantic!
My friends warned me that my marriage would not last long. But the pink glasses of happiness blinded the stupid and young girl. I honestly believed they were just jealous of me. After Andrew ran girls from all over the university, and he chose me. Of course, my friends will tell me everything. They want a husband like that, too. Everyone knows how romantic Andrew is. He may be like a child, but he gives flowers regularly. What poetry he devotes! I can wash the floors myself, as long as there is a loving man nearby.
My blind love began to fade a little after the birth of my son. We were too young and naive to become parents. Having a baby didn't change my husband's attitude, but it did open my eyes to the truth. While my charismatic musician was disappearing in search of inspiration, the brunt of motherhood fell on me. I spent days and nights babysitting my son. And when the baby fell asleep, quickly started washing, cooking, cleaning. Normally washing time was not enough.
Andrew was not eager to help me. While she was pregnant, her husband shared beautiful dreams of a perfect family life. He said he couldn’t wait for the moment to finally become a father. He made plans for our future and dedicated a song to his son. But our dad wasn't prepared for the baby not being a doll. The cries of the baby prevented him from working, so that at any opportunity Andrew left the house to “ventilate”.
Peels I didn't see the point of arguing. Me. It hurt.Yeah. I wanted my husband to know how difficult it is with the baby. I kept waiting for him to get used to his new responsibilities and start helping me. I tried to talk to him softly a couple of times, but no one would listen to me. The baby was not even a year old, as I accidentally learned that Andrei had a mistress on the side.
A message that changed everything While he was in the shower, someone wrote to him. We were just waiting for a message from the furniture repairman. I take my husband's phone, and everything inside ends. Writes "Lyudochka" that is waiting for dinner tonight and will be in beautiful underwear. I flipped through the chat. And there are piquant photos from the girl, and poems with words of ardent love from my Andrei. I couldn’t cry or even tell my husband what I knew about his affair. I was so tired, being constantly with a small child, that there was no strength for jealousy or scandals.
Silently packed up, bought, fed, dressed the child and went to his mother. My husband was having a great time with Ludoka. The next day I came to talk with flowers. He asked for forgiveness, explained something, justified it, and eventually called me a fool. My pride, he thinks, is a problem for our marriage, not his mistake. Said I, as a woman, had to show wisdom and save my family. And that all men walk. Even accused me that after the birth of our child began to pay less attention to him.
For the first time I was really disgusted by Andrew. It seemed that if he kept going with all this nonsense, my breakfast would leave my stomach. Realizing that he would not be able to reason with his proud wife, the irritated husband left. For the first time, I couldn’t forgive the love of my life. I'll realize later that at that moment chose himself. True love begins with self-love. And whatever you call it: pride, selfishness, stupidity, I did the right thing. No relationship is worth forgetting about your real needs and self-esteem.
Of course, our story with my husband after this conversation did not end. He kept giving me an emotional swing for a long time, trying to get me back. But I don't know why. He never really loved me or his son. And the mother-in-law regularly called, begging to forgive her poor son, then terrible swearing that I ruined his life. We finally got divorced. Andrey sometimes gives money to his son. My life has improved with the support of parents and friends who are happy to help with the child.
I would like to say that love and pride can exist. You should. You just have to be around the right person.
Love, disappointment, difficult choice and pride Once I heard from my husband that the reason for my unhappiness is pride. If it were easier, it would be easier for me. But no, I need to make things more difficult for myself, because the causes of my troubles are far-fetched and inflated from scratch. I received such a statement after I did not want to forgive the oversight of the betrothed. The husband called it adultery. After learning of the betrayal, I was in complete shock, packed up and announced the decision to divorce. Here is the story of love and pride.
I met Andrew and I five years ago. We went to university together. I was a teacher of Ukrainian language and literature, and he wanted to become a musician. I fell in love with a long-haired mustachioed boy with an upset guitar and a hoarse voice. Andrew came to the girls in our dormitory after couples. All evenings we sang songs with a big company, laughed a lot, and, of course, met. He didn't see me right away. At first, he looked after his roommate. She asked him to help with her homework and invited him to visit. She sat the guy at the desk, took out the notebooks, and she went to the dance. Poor Andrew was tormented over a math textbook for about an hour. He agreed to an adventure only to win the heart of the girl, although he lagged behind in his studies.
In the end, I got bored watching this pathetic picture, and I sat down next to do a task for my neighbor. Lucky Karina came back late at night. During this time, I managed not only to solve all the problems, but also to get to know a cute guitarist better. We spent hours talking about everything. I felt like the happiest girl in the world. Finally, I waited for the handsome senior to turn his attention to me. He shared with me funny stories from college life, and soon opened up so much that he told me about a difficult childhood. That evening, I learned that the always-positive Andriukha, the soul of the company and the head lady of the university, is actually a very traumatized and sensitive boy deep inside. From that day on, he took possession of all my thoughts. I didn’t see anyone else and couldn’t imagine my life without this charismatic musician.
In a relationship with a loved one, I forgave all those because of which our familiar couples quarreled. I didn't pack my bags, it's okay. Forgot to wash the dishes, I'll clean, I won't get tired of a few extra plates. I promised to help clean up and forgot, I can handle it myself. Honestly, I was so in love that I really had the enthusiasm and energy to do it. I didn’t even think to be angry or offended. He is the most beautiful, the most gentle and the most romantic!
My friends warned me that my marriage would not last long. But the pink glasses of happiness blinded the stupid and young girl. I honestly believed they were just jealous of me. After Andrew ran girls from all over the university, and he chose me. Of course, my friends will tell me everything. They want a husband like that, too. Everyone knows how romantic Andrew is. He may be like a child, but he gives flowers regularly. What poetry he devotes! I can wash the floors myself, as long as there is a loving man nearby.
My blind love began to fade a little after the birth of my son. We were too young and naive to become parents. Having a baby didn't change my husband's attitude, but it did open my eyes to the truth. While my charismatic musician was disappearing in search of inspiration, the brunt of motherhood fell on me. I spent days and nights babysitting my son. And when the baby fell asleep, quickly started washing, cooking, cleaning. Normally washing time was not enough.
Andrew was not eager to help me. While she was pregnant, her husband shared beautiful dreams of a perfect family life. He said he couldn’t wait for the moment to finally become a father. He made plans for our future and dedicated a song to his son. But our dad wasn't prepared for the baby not being a doll. The cries of the baby prevented him from working, so that at any opportunity Andrew left the house to “ventilate”.
Peels I didn't see the point of arguing. Me. It hurt.Yeah. I wanted my husband to know how difficult it is with the baby. I kept waiting for him to get used to his new responsibilities and start helping me. I tried to talk to him softly a couple of times, but no one would listen to me. The baby was not even a year old, as I accidentally learned that Andrei had a mistress on the side.
A message that changed everything While he was in the shower, someone wrote to him. We were just waiting for a message from the furniture repairman. I take my husband's phone, and everything inside ends. Writes "Lyudochka" that is waiting for dinner tonight and will be in beautiful underwear. I flipped through the chat. And there are piquant photos from the girl, and poems with words of ardent love from my Andrei. I couldn’t cry or even tell my husband what I knew about his affair. I was so tired, being constantly with a small child, that there was no strength for jealousy or scandals.
Silently packed up, bought, fed, dressed the child and went to his mother. My husband was having a great time with Ludoka. The next day I came to talk with flowers. He asked for forgiveness, explained something, justified it, and eventually called me a fool. My pride, he thinks, is a problem for our marriage, not his mistake. Said I, as a woman, had to show wisdom and save my family. And that all men walk. Even accused me that after the birth of our child began to pay less attention to him.
For the first time I was really disgusted by Andrew. It seemed that if he kept going with all this nonsense, my breakfast would leave my stomach. Realizing that he would not be able to reason with his proud wife, the irritated husband left. For the first time, I couldn’t forgive the love of my life. I'll realize later that at that moment chose himself. True love begins with self-love. And whatever you call it: pride, selfishness, stupidity, I did the right thing. No relationship is worth forgetting about your real needs and self-esteem.
Of course, our story with my husband after this conversation did not end. He kept giving me an emotional swing for a long time, trying to get me back. But I don't know why. He never really loved me or his son. And the mother-in-law regularly called, begging to forgive her poor son, then terrible swearing that I ruined his life. We finally got divorced. Andrey sometimes gives money to his son. My life has improved with the support of parents and friends who are happy to help with the child.
I would like to say that love and pride can exist. You should. You just have to be around the right person.
It was only when I felt everything on my own skin that I realized that it was impossible to find happiness with an egoist.
When my daughter-in-law said my son had changed, I didn't take it seriously, but then I realized it.