By chance I saw my wife in the arms of another man—not some stranger, but my best friend.

In relationships, there are ups and downs, and there is a complete finish. The reason why more than a couple of people coexist together can not for a minute. There are many examples: the husband drinks and opens his hands. wife cheats on husband with friendMutual disinterest in your partner and so on. The specifics are not so important, the separation process itself is important. Will people be able to “run away” without counter-accusations or, on the contrary, will there be an unreal scandal? And why that and not the other way?



Now, as more and more men began to communicate with each other online, they began to notice that almost all of them had the same moment when divorcing women. Which no one ever paid attention to before. Namely, the moment when a completely guilty woman managed to twist so cunningly that in the end there was a feeling that in fact the victim was she, and not the person who was cheated on. Now men's forums are actively discussing this phenomenon and still can not come to a consensus. How can women manipulate others so well?

My wife cheats on her husband with a friend I, Olya and Nazar I changed my wife. Not with anyone, but with a good friend of our family. With someone we saw at least once a month, constantly communicated on the phone and in general, I was personally 101 percent sure of him. Nazar was always able to help with advice, even now that we're all older, lazier and more irritable. I've known him since I was young. It is not surprising that our family has a good relationship with him. Including Olya, my wife.

Nazar and I have always been different. I like calmness, reliability and leisurely life. When I got married, I knew that my wife would be the closest person to me. That is what I will spend the rest of my life with. I will do everything I can to make her feel good and comfortable with me. Why is that? Well, I'm not saying that I've had many women in my life. But I could make some comparisons. And it turned out that Olga in everything was head and shoulders above her “competitors”.



She always had an opinion. She was alive, smart and didn’t get into her pocket. Some of my past relationships seemed like an affair with a doll. Communication by SMS, like “slip money for a manicure, buy home shrimp and something on the side.” Okay. No human interaction, just some kind of simulation. In practice, Olya also showed herself from the best side. She took care of me when I was sick. I have heard many times from her how to proceed in this or that case. But not orders, no. And that's how I fell in love with her. No memory.

Nazar was always a man of a different character. At some point, he could have a lot of money in his pocket, which he tried to spend at all costs. For fun and bad habits, mostly. Sometimes I couldn’t even pay for a taxi. I've been there, yes. And that's our age, over 30. But he was always sharp on the tongue, cheerful and not timid before problems. I always appreciated it in him, so much so that, apparently, I often praised it.



My ex-boyfriend always liked women and he liked them. That is why Nazar continued to go to the gym, although he smoked like a steamer, and he could not be seen sober as often. We usually feel sorry for these guys at our age. It is obvious that they are not all good in heart, and what future can a hardened bachelor have? At a late age, find the right person to live? No, I think it's fantastic.

I found out about the betrayal, of course, by accident. And how else, if I am not a jealous person, and Olya did not give me any reasons for this business. But there was one change in her behavior. She's been rude to me lately. Slowly, mechanically. I apologized and made baby faces. I blamed it on some kind of stress, or maybe hormonal moments. But then there were more such situations and we even had a conversation about it.

I can't stand being rude to myself. I don’t think this is normal in any way. Unless it has a constructive basis and a subtle irony. This is a joke that most people can’t do. Some professional comedians can be fun to "smooth" a person. Of the people I knew personally, it was probably my friend Nazar. A talent to which some people simply have a predisposition and nothing more. And given that we have known each other for a long time, his harsh words, especially when he was hangover, always seemed funny to me, but not offensive. Olya didn't know how to joke. Her ridicule was mean and always straight to the forehead.



I saw them two in the parking lot. Standing, hugging. It was obvious that this was not a friendly meeting. And very close. I was supposed to be across town at the time. My wife and I didn’t have any more friends in common, I’m not a big fan of noisy parties. So I'm not even surprised that Olya and Nazar at some point decided that public display of their feelings might be a good idea. Well. Everyone gets it wrong at some point.

I was preparing to talk to my wife for about two days. I tried to force myself to be calmer and not let emotions take over. Do not succumb to Olin tears, prayers and oaths. Save face and just disperse like adults. But when the time came and I told her what I saw, her reaction knocked me off the saddle. At least I couldn’t have expected her to just look lazily at me and ask, “Is that making you feel better?”

Olga did not explain herself or humiliate herself in any way. Instead, she started blaming me for everything. Every second we were with her turned out to be a torment for her. And it was my fault. And no one else. It's my fault we haven't had children yet, even though she used to say she didn't want to rush. It's my fault we don't live the way she wants, although a private house within the city is not the worst option I think. I'm also weak, bored. We have nothing to talk about. She doesn't have that with Nazar. And in general, before they started sleeping together, they often met just to talk.



In the end, what I had planned to finish quickly, like tearing the scotch off the skin, dragged on all night. And it was mostly my wife who spoke. Reproached, screamed, cried. But, in fact, all this time she was trying to just change the subject, to humiliate me, my actions and prove that I was the nullity who was lucky to see her real life. Or maybe it even seemed like who knows. But what we do know is that I am the worst. And yet she lives with me. Every minute he sacrifices himself for nothing.

So don't be surprised that I've shown weakness. He left home and went to a hotel to spend the night there. I couldn’t think of all the hate that my beloved wife had unleashed on me. And I couldn't control myself anymore, so I just couldn't be with that person on the same territory. He didn't come back until a few days later. Calm, rested and confident. He gave an hour to his ex-wife to the camp, did not say a word when she began to apologize and offer to talk about everything again. I even called her a cab and paid for it. Although her parents’ house is not so close. At the moment we are not officially divorced, but I just have to wait for the set date.

Nazar had a short conversation. I called him and told him that if I saw his face somewhere nearby, I would try to make sure that at the next moment even the closest people could not recognize him. Of course he knew what was going on. He agreed and immediately hung up. Now he will have to somehow improve his financial situation, because Olya loves comfort. Although I don't care much about their undercover games anymore. Let them fall out of the windows.



Something else surprises me. Nazar is a former best friend, yes. But we stopped communicating very quickly. Men never forgive each other for betrayal. Olya, she loved me. I know it, I felt it. Still, her first thought was to make me feel guilty for cheating on me. Instantly, I could never do that. What is it, a skill sewn into the brain of any standard woman? Or is someone teaching them that somewhere? Does that happen to everyone or am I just lucky? It's been so long, and it's all wasted. Does it make sense to start with something else if she turns out to be no better than her ex-wife? I guess loneliness is the only way out.