I had planned to stay abroad for a few years, but after a recent call from a friend, I rushed home, leaving everything behind.

Turn on the news in the evening and realize what a terrible and turbulent time we live in. But don't despair. control. As it was written on King Solomon’s ring, “This too shall pass.” The main thing is not to break down psychologically and stand firmly on your feet. After all, until the inner fire of a person is extinguished, everything can be endured. And for this it is not necessary to run to expensive psychologists. You just need to stay calm and remember that life goes on.



Peels The same applies to ordinary everyday life. Can't get a promotion at work? Try again or look at other options: a good specialist will come in handy everywhere. Is there a heart problem? Same story, don't dwell on one person because the feelings aren't mutual. Above all, do not lose yourself. And the rest will come. It's always been that way.

Controlling the emotions of my husband, I can say, beat back. Yeah, he had another one before we met, but I got my way. Kostya broke up with the girl, although she was more attractive than me in many ways: tall, thin, with beautiful hair. Don't think about it, I don't consider myself a freak. But I know how to face the truth. For this reason, I quickly realized that the man I love would get bored of being with a beautiful, stupid woman who was completely empty inside. So I took the initiative.

We did not meet for long, about 8 months. And then we got married right away. This point I also took into account: many older women warned me that after marriage, men become different. They get lazy, they demand more, they become less romantic. So as soon as we started living together, I deliberately started raising the bar for my demands from my husband. In such a small stress, it never occurred to him to throw socks around the apartment or not to wash dishes after himself. I didn’t feel like a housekeeper in my house. If you're reading, get on your mustache.



However, the salary of a child therapist did not bring enough money. And Kostya works in this profession. So I had to think about where and how we needed to move forward. Such thoughts irritated me, and so the family atmosphere at some point deteriorated. My husband did not see himself in business: was it in vain, did he study all these years? And I didn't have the budget to start something bigger than reselling junk from China. So we had to take decisive action.

The most obvious solution was to travel abroad. A year or two to work, to come back to do something more serious. It was useless to take a loan from the bank: they did not want to give us the necessary amount, and the interest was too horsey. Therefore, to go to work, while young, seemed to me the only way out. The husband agreed, he could not go, and did not really want to. I don't know the language, it's harder for men to find jobs, OK.

For the first year there I earned a good amount and even got interesting acquaintances. Interesting in the sense that upon coming home, I would be able to conduct some kind of trading business with these people. Wealthy people abroad are different from ours. They don't have all this pathos and hostility. And they are much more willing to make contact. Just tell them about your plans, within reason, of course, and they can give you some advice or even offer you help.



So when I got home for a while, I was in a good mood. My husband met me perfectly, it was clear that he really missed me and he was really interested in my news. I didn't make the mistakes that our women often make when they come from abroad. I did not bring a lot of gifts to relatives, things also bought the middle segment, for which there, their prices are quite affordable. In general, the money was not spent practically.

I will say even more, Kostya has prepared me a romantic surprise. In fact, in the couple of weeks that I was home, we went to restaurants several times. He cooked at home, cleaned everything. All at the expense of my husband, I just rested and gained strength. Although, I confess, I did not feel tired at all. So it was normal for me to go back to work. There were no negative feelings, I wanted to quickly deal with everything and finally start working for myself.



But six months after I returned to a foreign country, I was given bad news. Our mutual friend saw Kostya walking next to another woman. I'm not used to being jealous of my husband for every pillar. But it was different. According to her friend, Kostya did not behave with her as a friend: they laughed, hugged, in general, behaved like a couple. So it was impossible to just let this situation down on the brakes. Control emotions, inhale, exhale.

After consulting with my employer, who during this time managed to become my friend, then a friend and even a mentor, I decided to go home without wasting time. At least for a few days to fully understand what is happening. My husband and I, of course, called, but I did not tell him anything about the conversation with my friend. She took the tickets, apologized to everyone she had let down on her work plan, and flew home.

Nerves were on edge. At the airport, I almost lost my handbag with cards, my phone and everything. But, thank God, it worked out. I almost forgot that when I arrived home, my simka could give a signal to Costa that I, as a subscriber, was again in my homeland. I had to get everything out in panic, change it back. Stress, too. I opened the door to my apartment, preparing for the worst. But even I could not fully predict the situation.



In the kitchen, almost in a negligee, I was met by a young girl with huge frightened eyes. She was drinking champagne from my glass and nervously trying to smile. All right, I'm here for a reason. Next in the room was Kostya, also unclothed and apparently in junk. When I finally woke him up, he couldn’t believe his eyes. At the same time he tried to appease me and pretend to be a victim: he was so lonely!

The girl gathered for a minute and a half, and I did not interfere with her. She immediately slipped out of the house and left in an unknown direction. I looked around and noticed that she and my husband had been out here for days. But where's the wood? Having pushed my husband under a cold shower, I began to wait for him to recover. And after 5-10 minutes, you could talk to this body relatively clearly.

The money I earned in my first year was spent almost entirely. Who? These are the eyes of the girls. And they turned out to be enough. Costa was tired of living alone, and he went on a rampage. Where I left my savings, he knew. So there was no money problem. That was the end of our marriage. In the evening of the same day, Bones, like his belongings, was left in my apartment.



Peels I'm at home at the moment, still in shock. I never thought emotions would let me down. My employer still hopes that I will return to work and writes to me from time to time. But I still have a lot of things to do: divorce, negotiating with a lawyer about my situation (though they are at a dead end), and moral recovery. There is no power to control emotions, only nausea and resentment. I hope that after a while I will get back together. But I'm still depressed. Marriage is the worst thing that has happened in my life.