For my birthday, my husband gave me a box of gold bracelets, I was happy at first, but then I noticed something.

It is no secret that only two people can understand the relationship between them and no one else. What may look like a complete failure on the side feels very different between partners. You can recall a huge number of cases when normal-looking families broke up a few years after the wedding. While the relationship, seemingly without any future, has held for decades. And it doesn't matter that she's stupid and hysterical, and he's pathological. The main thing is that they are good together. And everything else doesn't matter.



Those who suffer most in such troubled families are children. And a little smaller, but still neighbors across the wall. In the first case, everything is clear. Parents often quarrel, find out the relationship, but can not separate for strange and inexplicable reasons. The child, of course, this life does not benefit. But the people around them are also uncomfortable. Who wants to listen to other people's scandals, waking up in the middle of the night? But these are family dramas, even the police, who arrived at the call, can only shake their hands. There's no crime here.

My principles about men are quite few. Since I am a married woman, there are fewer of them. Now I do not build the image of the “the same”, depending on his salary, height, physical characteristics and so on. The main thing is to love, not to run left and be honest with me. A pathological liar doesn't fit. Of course, the financial issue has not gone away. But over time, I've learned that six-figure paychecks are rare. These “cases” have been busy for a long time. Although in social networks such a man literally every second.

That's why I decided to marry Fyodor. He had long made me aware of his attitude, courted me, and privately promised me a sky full of diamonds. But I never really believed it. Where to start: meet, as you know, on clothes. And Fedya has never differed in any style in clothes, no matter how twisted. In addition, it does not stand out physically. Thin, narrow-shouldered, with no hint of male charisma. If he were arrogant, I would still think about the future. But, alas. Therefore, in 6 years of our acquaintance for the first time we went on a date only a year and a half ago. And there were reasons for that.



I didn’t have much hope for him, but my female fantasy was still deep in my head. What if in a personal meeting he will show himself, and even surprise me? That would be great. But, alas. We just sat at the table and went through the most trivial topics for conversation. We finally talked about the weather, yes. And seeing me off, Fedya admitted that he likes the “fat”, which made me understand that in his eyes I’m also fat. Not just him, though.

How come we got married? I don't know. The other gentlemen wanted one thing from me. These losers seemed to think I was desperate because I didn’t fit the modern framework of beauty. I could see their true attitude towards themselves. Therefore, I decided to end any relationship with such “men”. After the number list on my phone was reduced, I turned my attention to Fedya again. Should've given him a second chance, see if I could see him as I've been looking for all this time?

And then it turned out that I apparently let myself be deceived. Fedya has always loved me, but somehow with her love. He never refused to go out with me. Paid on all our dates for anything. Dedicatedly looking into the eyes. But I didn't see him as a man. He was just boring and kind of monotonous. But the man tried, and I was just sorry to deny him my company. Little by little it became a habit, and we started living together. And then the wedding happened. Although I wouldn’t venture to say that since our first date, I have loved my husband at least a little more.



Unfortunately, after the wedding, I began to notice some oddities behind my husband, which led me to a more detailed study of the life of Fedor before me. And it turns out he's not as simple as I thought he was. I liked the fact that he didn’t have many friends. Or rather, he introduced me to only one, and even then, he did not invite him to the wedding. This means that he is an adult and serious person. He won't think about partying or anything else. Makes sense? Makes sense. Why would a married man need someone other than his wife?

But, unfortunately, it turned out that I had one of our mutual friends. And he secretly told me why Fedie has so few friends. It turns out that my husband likes to borrow money and then doesn’t give it back. For which he was even caught and beaten a couple of times. But he did not tell me anything about it or even hint. Another friend told me about Fedor’s strategy towards girls. As it turned out, he never deletes their phone numbers and achieves them, as they say, “to the breaking point”. No wonder that's what happened to me. He claimed my husband was a pathological liar.

I'm not one of those people who likes to go through someone's dirty laundry. So I didn’t say anything to my husband. I don’t care who or under what circumstances he borrowed money. Maybe he gave them to an orphanage? What do I care personally? I didn’t blame him for the women either. If he has that strategy, God is with him. Was and was. Don't check his phone for nothing. Jealousy has never done anything good. Let our relationship be built on trust.



But I recently had a birthday party, which, by the way, we celebrated pretty well. I was in charge of the table because I can cook and I love to eat. And my lover promised me a very nice gift, although I did not ask for anything specific from him. No, everyone likes surprises, it's true. But something specific? I know how much my husband earns, and I also manage the family budget. So to expect something big from me would be stupid. But not much...

In addition to a gift card with very nice congratulations, I was waiting for a small box with a neat gold bracelet inside. White gold, no frills, to confess, this is the laconic style I like best. Great, you say, wonderful. If only for one thing. Or rather, two. First, in some places I noticed small scuffs that are inherent in already worn things. Apparently, this bracelet was polished not by a master, but by some beginner.



Well, inside, under the pillow, I saw a piece of paper that listed the address of the pawnshop and the price of the product. As you can see, I didn’t have to guess the place of purchase. And if it was okay, I wouldn't pay attention to it. Had it not been for Fedina’s stories of how he personally went to a very famous jewelry store and, almost opening the door with his foot, bought me the “most expensive product” they had.

I hate being lied to in my face. It's really nasty and repulsive. On the one hand, my husband wanted to make me feel good and he really would. Even if he honestly took some trinket, he wouldn't lie to me about it. However, the thing from the pawnshop, given the legend that Fedya composed... Now I don't even want to touch it, let alone wear it. And I can't even imagine how many more lies I've heard that I don't even know about. How to live with a man who only pathologically lies to me, his wife. What can we expect from him next minute?



I don’t want to think about it, but I won’t be able to hold it at this pace for long. I can't live with someone I don't trust. What kind of relationship is this? He's a pathological liar! It seems that we can only rely on ourselves and live alone. At least everything points to that. I don’t want to go over my pride. Whatever happens, internal principles matter.