I am now fifty-seven years old. I have been legally married to my husband for over thirty years, and all that time I have done his laundry, cooked his meals, and created family comfort. My husband and I have two children, whom I raised and educated myself in institutions. For as long as I can remember, I was running around like a squirrel in a wheel. I always worked at several jobs at once and grabbed every part-time job, so that our children did not need anything and they were dressed as well as other children.
During our whole life together my husband never really worked hard, and after retirement age he sat at home and stopped working altogether. I continue to go to work, help my children with their grandchildren, and do all the housework.
I repeatedly asked my husband to get a job somewhere, even as a security guard, and he said that we were doing fine without his part-time job. And he’s no fool to eat! I barely have time to cook. Sometimes I come home from work, and he’s eaten all the good stuff and left me the soup.
I once had a conversation with a friend on the subject, and she advised me that I cook separately: he from the cheap products, and myself from the quality products. I then came home and told my husband that the doctor told me that I have to go on a diet, and therefore he should not touch my food.
I now hide the goodies in the closet, and while my husband goes to the garage, I drink tea and candy. Sausage and cheese I hide in the fridge away from his eyes, and then when he does not see I eat it all. I am saved by the fact that we have two fridges: in one there are groceries, and in the other I keep jars with pickles, and it is in this one that I hide all my supplies.
You know how men are – they can’t see anything. I take high quality turkey meat for myself and make steamed cutlets, and pork – with an expired shelf life, I add spices and he does not care. I buy him low-grade pasta, which costs a penny, and I buy durum wheat for myself.
I do not see anything wrong with my behavior, I do not think that I am doing a bad thing, because if he wants to eat properly, then let him go to work, and not flatten his sides. I think that at our age it is stupid to get a divorce, since most of life has passed, and we have a house together, so why sell it now and divide the money in half?
