Soon we played a wedding , in which I struggled to ignore the prickly looks of his parents, especially my mother, who told me directly in her eyes that she had never dreamed of such a daughter-in-law for her son. "My dear, our Edik is not for you," she said. "He is from a highly intelligent family and a girl from the province is unlikely to be a worthy party for him." I'd like him to think about it and cancel this wedding. " But Edik not only did not change his mind, but he also became my husband.
And a year later we had twins Anechka and Vanya. Edward spent days at work, and I sat at home, nursed children, cooked, washed, cleaned. When the children turned two years old, I decided that it was time to give them to a kindergarten. "No, no, no," the husband said flatly. - And do not think. I earn enough, and you can stay at home, raise children. You see, in our midst it is not customary for a woman to go to work before the children go to school. My mother brought me up to six years. And then with my brother, as well as at home. "
So in time, I turned into the most that neither is a real housewife. Of course, I watched myself, went to the barber shop, did a manicure, dressed beautifully. But after another year and a half I felt how my relations with Edik were gradually cooling off.
And to stay at work he became more and more often. And on his face, for no apparent reason, there was a dreamy smile. At such moments, I realized that his thoughts were somewhere very far away from me, from the children, from our house.
I was already thinking about somehow, if possible, talk about it, and the long blond hair I found on the collar of his jacket was clearly not mine, because I'm a brunette. But yesterday Edik himself put everything in its place. We just had dinner, as someone called him. Smiling, he got up from the chair and went to the balcony.
- Who was that? - I could not resist when he returned. "Lady of the heart?" The one whose lipstick is now on your neck?
So the scandal began.
"Yes, I have a beloved woman," the husband said sharply. "But do not make tragedy out of this." Correctly say that a good leftist strengthens the marriage. And do not cry - now almost every man has a woman on the side.
For me it was a blow, although I guessed that my husband was cheating on me. But why? If I were a bad mistress, if we had ill-bred and dirty children, if I looked like Baba Yaga myself, perhaps I would still understand his desire to have a woman on the side.
"Edik," I said, swallowing, with unconcealed sadness. - Tomorrow I'm filing for divorce. I can not live with a man who lies to me, changes, who completely forgot that he has a family ... My husband's reaction struck me.
"You ... are you carrying something?" He stood for a few seconds, as if he could not believe what he had heard. "Are you out of your mind?" Or do not you understand that we do not get divorced?
Divorce? Have you thought about how my parents, relatives, friends will take it? We are not commoners, for whom divorce is a common thing. Of course, I understand that you are from a remote village, where you have not heard of the rules of etiquette, but you are thrown out of your head.
There it is! It turns out that for him it's more important that they do not get divorced. A change to his wife - then you can.
"Edik," I said firmly. - Let me be, as you say, from commoners, but in life, the main thing is not who knows the rules of etiquette, but who and how much it is maintained.
In my soul, the hope was still that my husband would understand my words, but, judging by his look, he did not understand. I did not understand that we have only one life, and it is necessary to live it worthily, as conscience and heart tell us, and not to drive into some kind of framework, torturing yourself and torturing the one who is near.