As a child, almost every girl dreams about how she will marry, narrows children and will live happily ever after. But fate does not always so favorably treat all girls. Girls grow up, become girls. And then women. This time flies very quickly and almost unnoticed. And now you do not have much for 30 or 40. But the prince is still not around, there is certainly a favorite work, but the house is empty, there are no children or a loved one. Why did this happen?
The fate of single women is often typical. First I finished school, then I went to college, then I built a career, as a result I looked around, but nothing behind, one emptiness. Ahead again, complete uncertainty. Time for men all the time was not enough, and marrying someone horrible, is also not a way out.
Over the years, you become more choosy in choosing a man. We need more practical with a certain wealth, with certain tastes and appearance. To give birth to a child for herself, is also not a way out. Who will follow him, who will bring him up, you do not have time, you have a solid job. Career life. You have a whole life, literally painted in your diary.
The fate of single women is not so sad, as it may seem at first glance. They also have their own advantage over the eternally tortured "housewives" who run home with huge bags. In the morning they resort to work, along the way they paint themselves and remove curlers from their hair. Forever tortured and unsatisfied married women.
Imagine a lunch time in one of the offices. During dinner they share their impressions of the last evening. A lonely woman most often talks about how she went to the gym, swimming pool. She looked to the barber to refresh her hair, then ran to the manicurist, in order to fix her nails. I went into a boutique and bought a couple of new blouses. She came home, relaxed in the bathroom with various flavors, poured herself a cup of fragrant tea and wrapped herself in a plaid watching her favorite TV series. And the other day a lover with a huge bouquet of flowers and a gift should come to her.
The story of a married woman with two babbits. The evening, as always, "was a success". On the way home, I ran into the store, bought food. With two heavy bags crawled to the house, there is naturally an indescribable chaos. From the threshold, dirt and debris begins and in the footsteps you can determine who and where you went without taking off your shoes. So another "labor" evening begins. A poor woman starts quickly her "fitness" at home, cleaning, you have to cook dinner for your family, then wash all dishes, then wash your laundry. Help the children learn the lessons, the elder again tore his shoes, on the day off he will have to go and buy him new ones. The younger broke the jacket in another fight, again wasted. And a woman can not remember when she last bought something, herself. The husband lying on the couch is still trying to command. The poor woman is closer to midnight, feeding and heating all, goes to bed. And there is a husband who gave flowers to the unknown for the last time when, and spoke beautiful words in a past life. But this at least does not bother him, a woman must fulfill her conjugal duty. Well, finally, closer to one o'clock in the morning, everyone calmed down. And the woman calmly falls asleep to wake up at 6 am, prepare breakfast and send all to their destinations.
After this conversation in the office you can think about, and who has a better fate. Each has its own, happy and sad at the same time. And everyone builds it himself and only himself. The most important thing to remember is that you yourself can direct your destiny in the right direction.