When I met my husband, I was already over 30. I had had relationships with men before, but things didn’t work out. From 26 to 30 years old I was on my own, a single lady, who was at work day and night, trying to earn more than enough to buy a house. And I did buy it. Joy had no bounds, because all my life I used to rely only on myself. Well, two years later I met my hubby.
To say that we had any incredible feelings, mad love – no, this was not it. And what romance can you talk about when you’re already over 30. I want to live a quiet, comfortable life, and preferably with a man who will not create additional problems. In a word, Tolya seemed exactly like that to me. Calm, moderately cheerful. Yes, it is a misfortune, of course, that he did not have his own place. But I was not greedy – I took him in my territory, and he seemed to be happy with everything.
Besides, not every man is lucky enough to meet a woman who will immediately have an apartment. And here you don’t have to pay rent, you live peacefully, as long as all is well in the relationship. That’s how we lived for seven years. We never had kids. Then again, I was very busy with work, and so was my husband. He worked all day and then came home only to sleep. What kids? I thought about it, of course, but maybe a little later. Especially nowadays, you can have a baby even at 50, as long as there was money.
And so a week ago we were sitting peacefully at the table, having breakfast. And hubby asks me straight out. When are you going to register me at your place. He says he needs to get out of my mother, so she would pay less for utilities. He’s been living with me for seven years. So I told him I’d never do it yet. We haven’t lived together long enough to register him. And what’s the point? My place is mine – I want to register it, I don’t want – no. Who cares. He could have bought his own place. Especially since his salary was decent, most of it was either set aside somewhere, or what he did with it – I do not know. I was never interested. We pooled our money for basic things, and with the rest of the paycheck we did whatever we wanted.
Anyway, after that conversation he left for work and didn’t come home in the evening. And in the morning he texted me that he was filing for divorce. The reason was that I didn’t trust him. So that’s the news. I still can’t believe my husband did that. It’s not that I don’t trust him. Things happen in life and there is no guarantee that he and I will be together for life. I’m not going to share my apartment with anyone. I worked very hard, it’s mine. And since my hubby was only with me for this, let him go.
