My name is Emily. I just didn’t have the strength to put up with my husband’s endless drunkenness. So once again I packed up all of Ryan’s things and just kicked him out the door. Let him go to his mother and spoil her nerves.
I had lived with Rayan for two years, and during that time I had already kicked him out of the house several times. Ryan went to live with his mom. While he was living with his mom, he didn’t drink or behave badly. He just acted like a real angel. And then he asked to be forgiven and asked permission to come back to me and my son.
My mother-in-law blamed it on me: that I couldn’t hold my husband in check:
– You are a wife! And you have to find an approach to your husband!
But I didn’t count there. I thought it was Rayan who had to make an approach to me. I could get by on my own without Ryan! I had my own apartment, which I inherited from my aunt, I had a good job. I even had a car. Ryan earned much less than I did. But he was so handsome and sweet and kind when he was sober that I loved him very much.
Ryan loved me, too, but he had another great weakness: He liked to drink. And when he was drunk, he thought he was all-powerful, he thought everyone was his enemy, and he started smashing everything around him. He considered the furniture in our apartment, the trees, and the benches in the street to be his enemies.
Several times he was taken to the police because of his horrible behavior. He was given fines there and reported to work. They scolded him at work, but did not fire him. The first time after that Rayan behaved very well: he was quiet and calm. He did not drink, he repaired furniture. And what could no longer be repaired, he simply threw away and bought new ones.
But I was tired of his antics. I was so tired of them. And one day my patience snapped, and once again I gathered his things and asked him to leave. And he threw the bag with his things out the window. And the bag hit a neighbor who was just walking down the street. Thank God the neighbor was alive. But he was very angry. When Ryan ran out into the street, they fought. The police took them both away. They took him to the hospital, and later they put him in jail. He got a year in jail.
I would live peacefully, but every weekend my mother-in-law came to see me. She scolded me to the whole house. She yelled at the whole staircase. I wouldn’t let her in our apartment. My mother-in-law accused me of putting Ryan in jail. And while her poor son is in jail, I enjoy life and go out with men. But she’s going to ruin my life and take revenge on me for her son!
This went on until Ryan and I were officially divorced. But even then my mother-in-law did not calm down. She started pushing for pity. But it didn’t work. And then she started writing complaints about me to all the authorities. She wrote that I had put my husband away on purpose to go out with men.
It was horribly stupid, but it really ruined my reputation. I noticed that the neighbors were already starting to look at me obliquely. Of course, I didn’t like it very much.
And then I got a promotion at work and was offered a good position in another city. I didn’t refuse and after a month and a half I moved. I’m very glad I took the offer.
It’s been more than 20 years now. I have never regretted the fact that I moved to another city. In this city I met a good man, gave birth to two more children. And my first marriage: my first husband and mother-in-law, I now remember with horror… It’s a good thing it’s all in the past now…
