Did the dishes again. It’s the third day in the sink. Not even a clean cup left. Waited, waited... What to do? I came home from work, hungry, angry, tired. And you have to wash all the dishes first, or there’s nothing left to eat.
And there is nothing to eat either. I just turned on the kettle and put the pot on the stove with water. At least I can boil some sausages. Or just boil them. I’m really hungry. Yes, I never thought that I would have to suffer like this… And what a rassolnik from Marina was! I wish I had such soup now…
And what pies! And puffs, with different fillings. And the ribs, the specialties. Yes, and what order, what cleanliness in the house! When you come home after work, everything’s sparkling. The smell of freshness all around. And now…
Why didn’t I notice that? It seemed like my Marina didn’t need anything but laundry and cooking…
I saw Lena one day. Beautiful, in a short skirt, high heels. She was coming out of a beauty salon. Well-groomed, the one and only. It seemed to me at the time…
I didn’t go to salons, I didn’t spend money on my hair, I didn’t like to dye my hair. Yes, and in fashion stores especially did not strut. Although she was also very slim and beautiful. She just didn’t like all that feminine stuff. Always in jeans and sneakers. She’d run out to the store or run around the house.
– I love someone else! – I told Marina when I got home. – And I’m leaving her! I don’t want to deceive you.
Marina kept whipping cream for the cake. She didn’t even turn around. And I didn’t notice the tears coming out of her eyes…
Tired of seeing then next to me is not a woman, and a housewife. I guess that’s why I got so involved with Lena. And now I do the dishes, the floors, and the cleaning. I haven’t learned to cook very well yet, and sometimes at night I dream about Marina’s pies…
Lena has a new manicure now, so she can’t do the dishes. Sitting on the couch now, flipping through a magazine, going to the salon to do her hair. And around a few dresses on the floor lying around, and her shoes have already tripped over a couple of times. Does not know what to wear to the salon. And the glass at the door – yesterday did not bring, and so stands.
Why did I trade my wife for such a lazy girl? It’s not a long time to die. Shall I make some more pasta? I’m so hungry.
