A friend of mine came to visit us for a while. We live in the capital and she lives in the region. She wanted to stay with us so she wouldn’t have to spend money on housing. I did not really want to put her up with me and my husband, after all, we live in a one-room apartment, but I could not refuse her, as my mother knows her mother very well.
Okay… So she came to stay with us. I noticed right away – she even walked around the apartment in jeans, in a blouse with an immodest top… Always wearing makeup, not helping me with household chores, even though I was seven months pregnant.
She stayed home all the time when my husband had a day off. She lived like that for three weeks with us, my nerves were already at their limit, and one day I saw something out of the blue…
We went to bed. My husband was still in the kitchen, watching something on his computer. I couldn’t sleep, and she must have thought I was already asleep… I saw her getting up and going into the kitchen in her almost transparent nightgown. I followed her silently, stopped quietly in the dark corridor and watched out of the corner of my eye.
She came into the kitchen and sat down… right on the table in front of my husband.
He says to her, “Can’t sleep?”
She’s like, “You, too. You wanted me to come, didn’t you?”
My husband: “What do you mean?”
She: “Come on don’t pretend, your wife’s asleep, don’t worry, she won’t hear a thing. I’ll be right…”
With these words she got up and closed the door.
I realized that I had to decide something, I almost wanted to open the door to the kitchen and see what they were doing there, but then my husband sharply opened the door, took my friend out of the kitchen by the hand and began to reprimand her in a low voice: “Are you crazy? Who told you I needed this? I have a wife! You’re packing your things now, and you’re leaving.”
My friend had no face on her, then they see me in the hallway… My husband went, turned on the light, took my friend’s bag and started throwing her things in it. The friend in the same shirt: “Easy, you misunderstood me…”
Then her husband took her by the hand and put her on the stairs, followed by the bag with the things she had thrown in. My friend was still there on the stairs in her shirt, and I was so ashamed of her…My husband walked past me, looked at me sternly and said: “If you’re going to move your girlfriends in with us, tell me to move out beforehand.”
I said: “No, we’ll never have any more girlfriends!”
We live well since then, with that friend is not talking. I am proud of my husband, I am so embarrassed in front of him still for such a “friend” and I am very ashamed of her.
