After buying a bunch of stuff at the sale, Monica went outside and saw their car parked nearby. Her joy at her unexpected good fortune did not last long. A swaggering girl got out of the car, and after some more fiddling with the driver, went about her business. Monica, just in case, took a closer look at the driver – in case her husband had lent the car to someone. No, he drove it himself. And Monica knew this girl, too. It was her husband’s ex-girlfriend, who had not waited for him from the army.
Monica’s resentment burned and, without putting it off, she simply kicked her husband out of the apartment. And then she wondered how she was now alone. Well, she was not alone, she had a son to raise. She had no one to help her: she was from a dysfunctional family, and her husband’s parents looked down on her.
A phone call distracted her from her sad thoughts. She politely inquired about her health, and then her mother-in-law expressed her desire to talk to her son. And Monica told her everything, and at the same time allowed herself to be impertinent, which she had never been. This calmed her down a little.
Her husband was sitting in her grandmother’s apartment. What a fool he was! Why did he only agree to let Julia down, he knew what she was like… For sure, a new car will appeal to her, because now she is in another active search, after a third divorce. He had to get Monica there, too, and it was like she went off the rails and wouldn’t let him explain anything.
He simply would not answer the phone to his mother, but he had to open the door. His mother calmly entered the house, did not react in any way to his surprise and started rummaging through his bag. They say she brought him a gift from his father and pulled out an old leather belt. The belt he remembered well.
His father often told everyone that once upon a time he had discouraged his son from smoking with that very belt. My mother looked at her son, looked at the belt, grabbed it and began to whip him, saying that she would also discourage him from walking away from his wife. I had to tell my mother on the run, how it was. And then it was a matter of technique. My mother-in-law made them both cool down and just listen to each other. Fortunately, the reason for resenting each other spouses simply did not exist. And to this day the belt is still in the drawer. Just in case.
