When my second child was born, I realized that my salary was not enough, so I went to work in another country.

Cash assistance It is probably the first, most basic duty of every man. Heads of family, forager. Of course, helping your spouse and raising children is also very important. But, at the same time, partners in marriage should clearly understand their functions, not forgetting about rights. Sometimes one person takes on both roles. And because of this, there can be a split in the relationship. Therefore, family psychologists believe that overloading one of the parties can inevitably lead to a crisis, and often a divorce with a scandal.



Peels Children suffer primarily from this. Their relationship with their parents deteriorates, their attitude to life changes. Even behavior changes for the worse. Therefore, for loving and responsible parents, the question of family roles should always be visible. Simply put, there is no “one-goal game.”

For a young man, as I was before the wedding, it is difficult to correctly assess the choice of his future wife. I mean, we don't think too much with our heads, but unfortunately we're actively guided by another place. My mother used to tell me when I was young that, son, don’t look at a girl’s beauty, she’s a fickle thing. Pay attention to character and other things. Such as compliance, diligence, reliability. But to me, as a hungry guy who was barely 27 years old, her words seemed like nothing more than moralizing.



Peels Now, of course, I understand what she meant. But, of course, nothing can be changed. We have children and we have obligations to each other. But if you remember Mary then... She was the most beautiful girl in our company. Charisma, a look, even a voice, I was attracted to everything. Who would I be if I didn’t decide to do it anyway? On the other hand, how do you imagine it, to throw everything and look for a docile one, to which the soul does not lie at all? Is it possible to create a normal family without feelings?

So Masha and I got married and started living together. What I’m happy about is that I had the courage and willpower to separate our couple from the old company and quickly get to the point. While former friends and acquaintances behaved like children, without getting a normal education, intermittently working part-time jobs, I decided to become the perfect husband. We are simple people, institutions are not finished. So I quickly realized that my path was to go to the factory. Learn to become a normal master. Normal, not with a check in your pocket and a smoke-smelling mustache.



That's basically what I did. But it just happens only in fairy tales and my other half opaquely let me know about it. She wasn't happy with the housewife. She wanted to see her friends every other day, have fun, relax. That's all, it never happened. I had to clean, iron, cook. Yeah, that's what slave labor was like when I was working. Am I criticizing her? Nope. I knew who I was picking. So I tried to help her as much as I could. Even when we had our first child, I knew more about diapers and baby formula and everything else than she did. Seriously.

I have always believed that women should not be overworked. They lose energy and begin to draw it from male anger and resentment. That's how it works. On the other hand, during this time I did learn a good profession and could bring more money to the house. Even though the first child was born. My husband, I have to admit, didn’t really appreciate it. It was difficult, physically and mentally. We didn't fight, but it was hard to see her like that. The future started to scare me even more when it turned out she was in position for the second time. Eye machines talked about everything, but I knew that together we would overcome everything.



When the second child turned 4 years old, I had to take the will in my fist and realize that in my place I will not grab stars from the sky. So something had to change. Make your wife feel comfortable in all plans. I want children to grow up without need. In the city, my salary was above average. But in fact, I craved more. We should have thought about financial aid. It was a good idea to go to Germany for a few years. There are higher wages and working conditions are very different. Another thing is what your spouse says.

After long evening conversations, tears and indecisive embraces, she still admitted my point. Especially since I arranged with her best friend to come and help Mary with the children. Of course not for nothing. So, with a clear conscience and a small burden on my soul, I went to the country of a victorious democracy.

There, in Germany, I was immediately given housing, provided with everything necessary and even gave a subscription to the gym. Apparently, so the Germans are struggling so that the visiting men out of boredom did not go into all serious. Although I am not endowed with bad habits, I certainly did not refuse pleasant bonuses. I started to work and began to regularly send money to my beloved and children. We often communicated, talked, shared impressions. But after a year of this, I was really bored.



Do you know what’s good for a single man in another country? No one asks him about life at home. Everyone lives only in the present, the moment. Including other women. So I started talking to them. Without any feelings, even special conversations. Just fleeting connections that promise nothing. Sometimes it was local Frau, and sometimes my compatriots. I forgot about them in the morning of the same day, but at least there were no cats scraping in my heart.

At the same time, I performed my function as a miner even with a margin. Mary bought a car, made repairs in the apartment. Not when the two of you have newspapers on your heads. And by paying a professional team to clean up the trash. Just as they do in civilized countries. In this regard, I would even say that I am happy with myself. The children also went to study in a good institution, so we definitely outsmarted our fate of the poor and the loboshaking fate of the poor and loboshakers. The only thing I could complain about was cheating. I thought about it even when I got home. Just thoughts on the plane somehow penetrated into the head and pricked inside. But what to do is adult life.

The problem was a letter to me on social media. From an old friend. She was also returning home and decided that it would be nice for us to meet and spend time together. It used to be good. And this message somehow caught my eye. We had a fight, we had a long, long relationship, I agreed with everything she said to me, I was really wrong. At least there was no talk of divorce. But. Now all my activities, all my achievements seem to have been nullified.



My kids love my mom more than I do. I am getting the same salary as before my trip. There is no cash assistance. Of course, there is some money left, but that is different. We live as if something is going to happen and I don’t know what. And it's pretty depressing. My wife started complaining that she was tired, that she needed to rest, and I began to suspect something was wrong. But is that fair? Haven't I been providing for my family all this time? Wasn't it on my shoulders that we built literally everything we have now? I don't know what to do next. I feel deprived of my husband and father. Was it necessary to spit on everything from the very beginning and live like a dragonfly from a fable? Maybe that’s what people want from us, why should we overexert?