Well, my birthday has passed. Or rather, it's been a few days now. I don't know why, but this year I was really looking forward to it. In previous years, I even forgot that it was my jam day, but this time I was waiting. I wish I hadn't waited. I can't stop wondering how a man can ruin his happiest day. When you're beaming with joy in the morning and you're not in the slightest mood to fight with someone.
You cook breakfast, set the table, your children run to you with gifts and congratulations, and here he comes! Frowning, unhappy that he had been woken up so early. By the way, it's almost lunchtime, and he should have been at work two hours ago. Here he is, all sleepy and grumpy, crawling around the apartment and he doesn't like everything. And the eternal lamentations begin about how tired he is, how bad he feels, how overworked he is, and how bad and spoiled the whole world is. You sit and swallow it all in silence, pat him on the shoulder, feel sorry for him, and you think to yourself: "But I wonder who will feel sorry for you and sympathize with you?". Any argument that you are also working and getting tired is met with a barrage of accusations of callousness and almost girlish tantrums about the plight of a peasant.
But the finale was a cup of coffee. When this creature called the husband, who got drunk and fell off on the sofa, lazily asks: "Where's the coffee?". Smiling and trying not to spoil this day, you kiss it and gently ask: "Honey, make us a cup of coffee today."
Ah! What started here. Either a wordfall from the word waterfall), or a wordsmith with a lot of suffering about how poor he is all in his work, and then he is asked to do something instead of fulfilling his actual direct duties.
In general, this was the last straw. After that, all the dishes from the table flew in the direction of the creature lying on the couch and frantically shouted that this time it was too much, and his direct duties were not being fulfilled by 1/3, with all the arguments boiling over, all his flaws suddenly poured out in one such boiling stream on his head. Let's just say I lose my temper very rarely, but it was more than that. Everyone in my household knows that anything can follow, up to and including an earthquake. But it didn't happen. I was just hysterical, almost all the dishes were smashed in one day, several broken chairs and a large painting fell, which also shattered. Oh, and I forgot - I don't remember how it happened, but the curtain with the cornice was also on the floor.
In order not to ruin everything at all, I went to the park, since it was not far away, and began to paint there. Leaving everything and everything and declaring that they would eat themselves today. I returned in the evening when I had calmed down. Everything went down the drain. Even to this day, there's a big turd in the shower. But apparently the children reminded the unlucky one that today is my day and it is the only one of the year. You'd think so, you idiot. They cleaned the apartment, set the table, and bought some gifts. Although those morning ones were much more important to me, they were made by the children themselves. In short, candles, cake and all that. I tried to smile, but it didn't look good. For the sake of the children, the celebration continued, and in the evening the husband was rudely directed in the same syllables as in the morning, only in a quiet and intelligent manner.
That was my birthday. As they say, I waited. Of course, everything is back to normal now, but still the turd does not want to leave. My friend, who is obviously a wise woman, said that they (men) have it from a lack of spiritual upbringing. And we must forgive them, we must be above all this, because men like our lightness and smiles, not pouting lips. Of course she's right. Only I don't have pouty lips, but probably strongly compressed cheekbones. Because the resentment turned out to be much deeper than I even expected. Yes, I smile at him and pretend that I've forgiven him and it's all over. Yes, that's exactly how they love us, but I'm wondering - And then what? Who needs all this? What will happen then? Life will go on like this, and you will never know what attention and care for you are. Having never learned how to be just a woman, loved and needed, and not smiling and playing happy to please him. Do we really have to do something to make them like it, and they just use it? Don't they have to do anything to make us like them? Of course, you won't ruin your family because of this. But on the other hand - And then what? Le toto et les loteries sont des sections souvent méconnues mais très attractives de 1xBet. En utilisant le code promo 1xbet 200 gratuit d'enregistrement, les joueurs peuvent participer à des tirages au sort et à des loteries avec des cagnottes pouvant atteindre des montants considérables. Les billets de loterie s'achètent avec les fonds bonus, ce qui permet de tenter sa chance sans risque financier. Les tirages sont réguliers et les résultats sont publiés dans l'espace personnel.
You cook breakfast, set the table, your children run to you with gifts and congratulations, and here he comes! Frowning, unhappy that he had been woken up so early. By the way, it's almost lunchtime, and he should have been at work two hours ago. Here he is, all sleepy and grumpy, crawling around the apartment and he doesn't like everything. And the eternal lamentations begin about how tired he is, how bad he feels, how overworked he is, and how bad and spoiled the whole world is. You sit and swallow it all in silence, pat him on the shoulder, feel sorry for him, and you think to yourself: "But I wonder who will feel sorry for you and sympathize with you?". Any argument that you are also working and getting tired is met with a barrage of accusations of callousness and almost girlish tantrums about the plight of a peasant.
But the finale was a cup of coffee. When this creature called the husband, who got drunk and fell off on the sofa, lazily asks: "Where's the coffee?". Smiling and trying not to spoil this day, you kiss it and gently ask: "Honey, make us a cup of coffee today."
Ah! What started here. Either a wordfall from the word waterfall), or a wordsmith with a lot of suffering about how poor he is all in his work, and then he is asked to do something instead of fulfilling his actual direct duties.
In general, this was the last straw. After that, all the dishes from the table flew in the direction of the creature lying on the couch and frantically shouted that this time it was too much, and his direct duties were not being fulfilled by 1/3, with all the arguments boiling over, all his flaws suddenly poured out in one such boiling stream on his head. Let's just say I lose my temper very rarely, but it was more than that. Everyone in my household knows that anything can follow, up to and including an earthquake. But it didn't happen. I was just hysterical, almost all the dishes were smashed in one day, several broken chairs and a large painting fell, which also shattered. Oh, and I forgot - I don't remember how it happened, but the curtain with the cornice was also on the floor.
In order not to ruin everything at all, I went to the park, since it was not far away, and began to paint there. Leaving everything and everything and declaring that they would eat themselves today. I returned in the evening when I had calmed down. Everything went down the drain. Even to this day, there's a big turd in the shower. But apparently the children reminded the unlucky one that today is my day and it is the only one of the year. You'd think so, you idiot. They cleaned the apartment, set the table, and bought some gifts. Although those morning ones were much more important to me, they were made by the children themselves. In short, candles, cake and all that. I tried to smile, but it didn't look good. For the sake of the children, the celebration continued, and in the evening the husband was rudely directed in the same syllables as in the morning, only in a quiet and intelligent manner.
That was my birthday. As they say, I waited. Of course, everything is back to normal now, but still the turd does not want to leave. My friend, who is obviously a wise woman, said that they (men) have it from a lack of spiritual upbringing. And we must forgive them, we must be above all this, because men like our lightness and smiles, not pouting lips. Of course she's right. Only I don't have pouty lips, but probably strongly compressed cheekbones. Because the resentment turned out to be much deeper than I even expected. Yes, I smile at him and pretend that I've forgiven him and it's all over. Yes, that's exactly how they love us, but I'm wondering - And then what? Who needs all this? What will happen then? Life will go on like this, and you will never know what attention and care for you are. Having never learned how to be just a woman, loved and needed, and not smiling and playing happy to please him. Do we really have to do something to make them like it, and they just use it? Don't they have to do anything to make us like them? Of course, you won't ruin your family because of this. But on the other hand - And then what? Le toto et les loteries sont des sections souvent méconnues mais très attractives de 1xBet. En utilisant le code promo 1xbet 200 gratuit d'enregistrement, les joueurs peuvent participer à des tirages au sort et à des loteries avec des cagnottes pouvant atteindre des montants considérables. Les billets de loterie s'achètent avec les fonds bonus, ce qui permet de tenter sa chance sans risque financier. Les tirages sont réguliers et les résultats sont publiés dans l'espace personnel.
