I thought my wife and I had a great life until I overheard her talking to a friend.

You can talk about young families for a long time. As time goes by, everything changes, and new families appear, develop, and sometimes break up altogether. That's life. And it is good if some of them have a financial cushion. We often hear about cases where newlywed There's no one to take care of. No parents, no bosses, not even the country. For decades, she has advocated for marriage.



Of course, new husband and wife should be independent. Absolutely. But sometimes they also need help. Especially if they start from scratch. There is no such luxury as free time, joint trips and romance. You need to work hard to raise a family, buy real estate, cars (and preferably several), raise children. And all this, continuing to build relationships with each other and not wasting time on quarrels. To be honest, does anyone really manage to achieve such an ideal life?

When I thought that my life, like, flies to the bloody mother – began to struggle and things went uphill. When I looked around and decided that life was finally not so bad, she gave me a pretty bad blow. We have a toxic relationship, as young people like to say.

That I, my future wife, came from very poor families. Maybe that's why we realized early on that we just had to hold onto each other. She had a drinking stepfather who mutated her and her mother whenever his soul pleased. And her mother tolerated all this, as she was very dependent on him, literally in all plans.



My family was poor, if not poor. Tiny apartment, mother and father and us, 3 brothers and one sister. Why the hell did they need such an oracle I still don't understand. Did you think the state would give up housing? Well, it had to be quite naive. As for us children, contrary to the well-known myth, we did not become friendlier because of this. On the contrary, they scattered like a bunch of cockroaches. What kind of friendship can you talk about if you constantly live in a shortage of everything, and even in a cramped room? Yes, in cells, in prison, according to this logic, everyone should become excellent comrades.

In short, we met with Olesya for a long time, and then decided to live together. I immediately went to work after school, and she enrolled in accounting courses. A friend of mine, at a reasonable price, offered me an old one-piece without repair. Pay once a month and do whatever you want. The main thing is that neighbors do not call the police. This was our first home. Then, as time passed, we learned how to make money and became richer, we changed a lot of housing. But I still remember that apartment well.



We are over 30 years old. We feel good, we are confident on our feet. Cars, travel, all these signs of a full life. It would seem that life began to improve. Suddenly the news: Olesya can not get pregnant, she is infertile. Instead of grieving, we go into business with a vengeance and reap the fruits. The money gets bigger, I even meet all sorts of important people who promise me success if I want to invest in some of their projects.

It's 2021. We're both over 40. It's okay, no bankruptcy, if one of the readers suddenly decided so. No, but at one of the parties, I overhear a short but very difficult conversation. In it, my beloved wife confesses to a friend that she loves me only as the person with whom it all began. But to be honest, I was pretty tired of her. “How can you live with a guy you know a lot about? It’s like reading a book 10 times.

Later that evening, I notice that my wife gets a call from a certain Yuri, but she quickly hangs up pretending nothing unusual happened. The fact is that we both get calls from different people at the wrong time because of work. But that night, obviously, I'm drawing some conclusions for myself. But no scandal, no showdown. That would be inappropriate at the time.



After three days, Olesya and I had a long and thorough conversation as adults. As a result, I was told that, say, yes, there is no love. Maybe we've been together too long, or maybe it's because we don't have kids, even though that's not my problem. And this Yuri is also for a reason. They have a relationship with Olesya for a long time. He is not rich, but handsome, funny, and able to surprise. So it's a good thing we've been so open-minded because we need to break up. We never had time to get married, there was no need for this, and now...



And she left. We have, absolutely honestly, divided all property in half, including securities and cash. No one left deprived. But I was obviously grieving. I lost the love of my life and I didn’t know why. Tired?! Well, no one makes you say you love me 100 times a day. Well, you just get him as a lover and it's over. That’s how people live, I know. But divorce? What the hell.

So that's what this is all about. I just heard the news. A couple of days ago from a mutual acquaintance. My Olesya broke up with his Sergey. I don't know the details, but it's been a month since they've been apart. If she wanted to come back to me after 3 years, I would welcome her with open arms. Even if she had gone bankrupt and aged by 10 years. No problem at all. But as you can see, it's not.



I don't want to be like those lonely men who howl at the moon like wolves at night. "Why did you leave changing-ooh!" But there are questions. Why leave a man with whom you have walked and fire and water? For the sake of someone you're sure you're 99% sure it won't work out? What kind of lottery is this, with rather high stakes? Modern girls, for example, did not care about emotions and love. They should have more money. In an adult woman, the opposite happened. Is this a challenge to the vicissitudes of the female soul? Please explain to me because I don’t understand anything.