I belonged to a generation for which divorce was tantamount to a life sentence. Women of our generation could not even think about it, not to mention the initiation of divorce themselves. And if the husband wanted to divorce, then his wife became the subject of rumors and pity. For such a woman, life lost its meaning. I married very early, as it was accepted in those years. My parents were delighted with the fact that I chose Peter, who was from a rich family, and I had to be happy, leaving him. Peter had hard work at the metallurgical plant, and because of the inhalation of harmful couples, he was given a permit to the sanatorium every year, but he never used them.

And when the condition of the man deteriorated, the doctors convinced him to try it. When Peter went to the sanatorium, I was happy, because I will have three weeks of peaceful life without his total control and meaningless prohibitions. However, before the end of the trip, there was a week when Peter sent me a message that he was going from me to another woman. I read these words again and over again and tried to make sure I didn’t sleep. Not surprisingly, at this point, I felt the influx of happiness and relief that it should seem crazy everyone who saw me at this moment. I took out a huge suitcase and packed all his belongings, including documents.

When my ex -husband came to pick up my things, I was only worried about one thing: he didn’t suddenly change his mind. Fortunately, Peter did not change his decision and this dictator disappeared from my life forever. From next week she began to upgrade the house. Bright wallpapers were glued to the white walls, hung stylish curtains, bought new bedding. She threw out the old cracked utensils and got a new one from the closet, the one we used only on big holidays. My life was playing with new colors, I had girlfriends – and even fan. However, I had the first family life, and I spent the rest of my life surrounded by children and grandchildren.