Says Linda ... I had to live as a child in an orphanage, my father and mother never saw, so they said I was an orphan, and I was only five years old.
Living in an orphanage was very difficult for me. Roughly speaking, all the children who were there didn’t need the caretakers at all. They didn’t care about us, and after we came of age they kicked us out of there and said goodbye forever. I wanted to go to college, but the educators didn’t like that idea at all. Almost every one of them told me:
We’re not going to keep you here for about two more years, go to college or college, at least there you’ll get smart, you think you’re a queen here and still going to go somewhere!
I had nowhere else to go, so when I finished college, I already had a profession that I didn’t like at all. I wanted to work somewhere else, but not as an accountant. And there was no other choice.
I am glad that in the twenty-first century the government decided to allocate housing to orphans. Of course I was provided with housing too, but they didn’t give it to me until I was nineteen.
My apartment was already in good repair. Two months after I settled there and moved all my stuff in, I met my love. Kevin and I dated for about two years and then decided to get married.
We weren’t planning children for the next couple of years, I wanted us to decide everything with work first and build a career. Even my husband’s mom said:
You better not have offspring now, you’re too young, you don’t need such worries now.
I always knew and often noticed that my husband’s mother wanted me to break up with him, she constantly fought with him about it. He came with some girl who didn’t even have parents, she was an orphan. What if her father was a drug addict and her mother an alcoholic? Children in orphanages grow up badly and uneducated.
After a few months my mother-in-law seemed to have already forgotten about it, but she always had such a hypocritical face… Some time later I privatized my apartment. A little more time passed and my husband’s mother started annoying me again, always talking about the same things:
You don’t fit in this one-room apartment. What’s the problem with taking out a loan and then selling the studio with Kevin. You’ll end up with enough money for a two-bedroom. You need to have children, where will you put a child in one room? Then you won’t have enough space at all. You’ll be squatting.
My mother-in-law finally talked me into expanding. I decided to go to the bank and take out a loan, and then you can save for a car. Maybe my husband’s mother was right?
One day I was coming back in the evening, tired, and I was about to walk up to the apartment and noticed the door ajar. I could hear someone talking. It immediately occurred to me that Kevin was there with another girl, but no, I could tell by the voice that it was his mom arguing with him there.
A good solution would be for you to divorce her. You yourself will go out with someone else who is much richer and has a well-to-do family. I advise you, you’ll be better off if you divorce Linda. But try to be patient for another two years, she’s going to take a loan, and then she will have a two-door house. We’ll have to sell it later so we can get at least some benefit from the divorce. The amount for which we can sell the house, we can split in half, and everything is fine. Then you can keep the car, too.
The husband wasn’t just thinking of himself, he was saying: What would happen to Linda then, she has nowhere to go?
What does it matter, the main thing is that we will get the money. Children from orphanages are destined to have their lives turned upside down. I’m glad you don’t like her anymore and that you can divorce her.
I couldn’t help myself standing outside the door anymore. I walked into the kitchen, punched my spouse in the face, and kicked his selfish mother out.
No matter how much you and your spouse love each other, it’s important to have your own money and not to trust anyone else.
