My story is somewhat similar to this one. I got married at 20, had a baby, was a good housewife in general, saved every penny so my husband could finish the academy – everything for his beloved. I not only did the housework, but in my free time I also handed out flyers, newspapers, in general, I did everything that brought income, since my husband’s salary was very small, and education is not a cheap thing. My husband was very naughty, like a little child: I want this, I don’t know what, do this, I don’t know how. He didn’t eat porridge, he liked all kinds of meat. No money, but meat to float in the borscht.
So 10 years passed. My husband graduated from the academy, got a decent job, but his attitude toward me somehow changed. He stayed at work more and more often, he was always away with friends, he wasn’t home for weeks. And when he came back, when I asked him where he had been, he answered: If you know too much, you’ll soon grow old. I felt like a housekeeper, not a wife. He was always rude, shouting and calling me names, mocking me as he wanted. Although I went to the salons, I took care of myself, and the men always looked at me with a long look. With a husband like that, I really felt like a “toad” and a “fool.
So 10 years passed. My husband graduated from the academy, got a decent job, but his attitude toward me somehow changed. He stayed at work more and more often, he was always away with friends, he wasn’t home for weeks. And when he came back, when I asked him where he had been, he answered: If you know too much, you’ll soon grow old. I felt like a housekeeper, not a wife. He was always rude, shouting and calling me names, mocking me as he wanted. Although I went to the salons, I took care of myself, and the men always looked at me with a long look. With a husband like that, I really felt like a “toad” and a “fool.
One day I said enough is enough. I’m sick of it! I got a full-time job and got into it. Since I gave up on my family and spent most of my time at work, I was soon promoted to head of the department. I started treating my husband the same way he treated me. We did not have scandals, everything was done without screaming and tantrums, but little by little I began to reeducate him. It took me about five years to re-educate him.
And, miraculously, my husband adores me. I’m not exaggerating – he “carries me in his arms”! It’s even funny to write. After work, not like before, to the bar with friends, but home, as I come home from work late, and the child needs to be fed and check the lessons. Even learned how to cook.
Now we have just the perfect family. And for myself I realized that you don’t have to give yourself completely to a man or children – they will never appreciate such a sacrifice. The main thing is to love yourself.
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