It seemed to me that with my husband, we lived soul to soul. I always considered myself a good hostess. I strove for a cozy home. I tried to make sure the house was always clean and the food smelled good.
My husband and I have only one daughter, Nastya. She was already grown up and was preparing to enter the institute. My husband runs a company and we have enough money to live on. That is why my husband insisted that after giving birth I should stay at home, leaving my once beloved job.
So I became a housewife. Only somehow imperceptibly, I lost or lost my personality. I took everything for granted. The consumerism of my husband and daughter made me a nobody. My own sister, started pointing it all out to me, and indeed, I was.
“Mom, iron my blue dress for me in the morning, and don’t forget to wipe my shoes.” – bedtime wishes, from my daughter.
“I will leave very early in the morning, be so kind as to have my favorite shirt, ready and hanging on the chair,” as usual, says my husband before going to bed.
And I unconditionally fulfill everything. I think that is how an ideal wife should be. The family is fed, cleaned and happy. And I have to wait patiently for them from work and school.
One day, after another meal, I poured my husband a cup of coffee and left the room. As I was coming back, I suddenly heard my husband on the phone with a lady.
And the conversation was definitely not about work. It carried notes of an intimate nature. I realized that my husband was having an affair. I asked him about it directly and he did not deny that he really had another woman in his life with whom he went to business meetings.
I was taken aback and didn’t know what to say. And my husband thought it was all normal. You see, in his social circle, a lot of people have girlfriends other than their wives.
I was so stunned by his words that I could not say a word. I went into the bedroom and cried. Our daughter came in to see what had happened. I told her everything, and her answer killed me:
“What did you want? Look what you have turned into? You sit like a clown at home, with only pies and borscht patties on your mind. You have no hair on your head and manicure on your nails. So, no wonder my father found someone else.”
My daughter’s words were like a cold shower of water to me. And I realized that I need to change my life.
The next day, I visited a beauty salon and cleaned up, and then, got a job at my former classmate.
He took me on as his deputy. But such changes in my life did not please my daughter or husband at all. But I didn’t care.
They didn’t appreciate me at home, let them get used to me like this. To my husband, I told him that I was filing for divorce, for division of property. My daughter did not like this news and she stayed with her father.
And soon I married my boss, and before that I took away some property from my husband. My daughter later understood and accepted me, saying that it was better this way.
And my ex-husband was left by his girlfriend, because he did not go to meetings anymore, and he started having problems with finances.
And I manage to do everything in my life, to feed my husband and to go to work with him.
