I had a day off yesterday, and I usually spent it on cleaning and cooking. However, I woke up with a terrible headache that day, so I decided to relax instead of cleaning. My husband Alexander went fishing with his friends, so the house was at my disposal. Every time Alexander goes on such trips, he always brings a lot of fish with him. But the main reason for his hikes is to communicate with his friends. This is a good opportunity for me to do myself and my own thing. We have been married for a long time, and our daughters have grown up and have our families. In the evenings, when Alexander is not at home, I am happy to do women’s things, take a bath and spend time as I please. But my headache prevented me from doing something of that mournful day. Closer to the evening, Alexander returned from his fishing.

I was still lying on the couch with my eyes closed, waiting for the main bih. The man approached the refrigerator to look for something edible, but there was nothing. He asked me that we had for dinner and why I didn’t cook anything. I said, I knew that she would return home hungry. I tried to tell him that my head hurt, but there was too much pain to say something. I just told him that he would prepare something alone. He started shouting at me, wondering why he got married if there was nothing to eat at home. He roared that he had to cook himself after a difficult hike. Its no wave is that I was sick or I needed rest. All he wanted is something to eat and take his favorite place on the couch.

Gathering the last strength, I got up and went to the bedroom, closing the door behind me to silence his cries. The next morning, I woke up and gladly found that the headache went through, and I began to think about what happened the day before. Despite the fact that I was on retirement, I still had to do everything around the house. I raised the children and took care of everything myself, but I still received either gratitude or donoma from Alexander. He rested on the weekend while I was getting rid of and cooking. Even when I was sick, he only took care of filling his stomach. Tired of this, I went to my husband and told him that if he was not happy with me, then we need to look. We would not have a flat and divided the money evenly, and he could find someone else who would come more. He was surprised and tried to apologize, but I was determined to go through all this. My daughters supported my decision, and from now on I no longer allowed Alexander Nagano to treat me.