From the author: I am divorcing my husband. What kind of husband was this? You and I remember this story. A woman lived in a civil marriage with a man for a long time. She fought for his attention. She became beautiful. Became athletic. Independent in business. Showing interest in life. They lived in marriage for 3 months. Then they didn’t get divorced, they lived separately. In marriage you have to develop/try, and he went to his mother :*) Sometimes he came. Have dinner. Watch TV and leave. Then she stopped paying attention to him: well, does a person walk here and there, is it already habitual? what do you need? Things to do: work, son, hobby, gym. Made one last attempt at rapprochement. The week passed like in a fairy tale: bouquets + sweets, trips to cafes... and a complete bummer. - You didn’t give it to me! The woman felt ANGER. Anger understood and accepted. - Yes. I am angry. And you take it and do it once you need it. Whatever you want, do it for yourself. If you can't, learn. Can't study? - back off. The good life is not for you. Why are you rosining her brains? - Who? - Life. There is a world around us. And we have Life. Have you heard this? You have to grow up to Life. - Tell me about Life. - Are you interested? I can. I have a philosophy in my head. I read and think a lot. This is where I live. But I may not live. I might die. But I can exist. This suits some people, but it doesn’t suit me. I remember how I suffered when my husband told me: “You’re not beautiful. I don’t love you.” This was existence. Painful. Why can you love me only for my appearance? Is there nothing else good about me? But I am not a body, or rather, I am both body and soul. That means he doesn’t need my soul. Give him a beautiful body. But I did it. I became hysterical... then it passed. And I asked myself: “What am I like from the outside?” It was a revelation. I took out my photos. God, I don't even like myself. The hairstyle doesn't suit me. Things are also not very good. Life came to me and said: “Natasha, appearance.” I understood her. He and I went on vacation. Let's go shopping. I saw a beautiful dress. - I want it. - But you didn’t deserve it. What happened to me: grief! I arrived and changed jobs within a month. My salary really wasn’t enough for that dress. And the new one was bigger. And I started getting dressed. It is so beautiful. I was like a Butterfly with new wings. Life always tells us something. If we don’t understand, he screams! then he’ll hit you in the head if you’re not particularly gifted with understanding: did you get it? or not yet? Do you want more? - What does Life tell you with such a scam? - I don’t fully understand yet. Or I'm stupid. Or She talks a lot. - About what? - About myself, I understand. I do not understand him. Spouse. Why can't he be honest and kind? He really wants to live well, but at the expense of others. Who would serve, who would bring? who would entertain? danced Scheherazade Ivanovna? Life does not happen at someone else's expense or on credit. life doesn't like that. She dumps such people all the time... You know, you will laugh, but I read transactional analysis. - Do you understand something? - The fact of the matter is that something. Do you want me to tell you this fairy tale? Once upon a time there were a boy and a girl. The girl was 26 years old and she obeyed her mother very much, she was diligent and exemplary, very honest. The boy was 27 years old. And everyone in the family admired him, because he was the only Boy. They ran and rushed around with him. When mom and dad run around, it’s somehow boring, I wish I had a girl. Started it up. Now she needs to show her who is boss in the house. Who gives the orders??? - It turns out funny. - Yeah. To the point of tears. In short, they communicated with nasty things. You are not beautiful - you whined and became more beautiful. You're fat - you don't whine anymore, you do exercises. You - ... already work and earn extra money. Then she quickly realized that she doesn’t die without me, she lives, Such a bastard... so, I have to leave. Gone. Why doesn't he bite his nails? doesn't it fall at your feet? I'll leave yet... oh-oh-oh, mom's bored... why isn't she calling? can you come in yourself? at least play with the child. - It turns out that while he was playing, you grew up? - She grew up. Do you think this is a new round of his game? - What do you think? - I think the game has gone to a new level. Like: “I’ll prove to you, it was you who limited me, held me back and didn’t let me live!!!” - New?