There are NO ex-wives. Very wise words. Do you agree?
I can already defend a dissertation on this topic. And probably more than one. Show slides with diagrams, sprinkle with smart quotes, and then bang a pointer on the lectern, calling for order.
To prove as a theorem that when we marry a divorced man, we take his entire family as husbands, and to live side by side with his past is akin to walking through a minefield. Here we either maneuver, cheat, or master the profession of a sapper.
There are NO ex-wives
A responsible man, once he has given his word, will never take it back. After all, besides disappointment, there was a lot of happiness in that marriage.
He loved, proposed, met her from the maternity hospital, brought perfume from duty, and took her to Makarevich concerts. Therefore, he will continue to participate in the lives of his children and ex-wife. Repair the wiring and the sagging door on the balcony.
Take to the dentist and carry grapefruit and antipyretic suppositories when you have a cold. Buy Radomer cheese, and at the same time Scottish oatmeal, kefir, balyk, and dried apricots. As they say, there are NO ex-wives.
Ex-wife
The new wife may not even offer the contacts of an electrician and not try to explain that every screwed-in light bulb and repaired socket, flip-flops, or faucet is perceived by the ex-husband as a desire to reunite.
The husband will immediately flare up, stick out his Adam’s apple, and try to smear it on the wall. He will talk about the obligations he once took, quote “The Little Prince” and accuse you of short-sightedness.
Besides, the newly-made “groom” will never enter a second marriage nullified. His past will always be close. And not just close, but will have breakfast and take a shower with us. Plan a vacation and discuss the insulation of the loggia.
Once we were on holiday in Turkey, and I was overcome. In the first minute, I felt that he had already been to this hotel with his first wife. Here they ate gozleme with spinach, watched the crabs running, and were hugged by the singing fountain. As a result, I barely lasted a week, losing 4 kilograms.
At first, my husband denied everything and called me paranoid, but after a few years, he admitted that this was their favorite place.
Once we were visiting my mother-in-law. First, there was a feast, toast, and white wine, and then I asked to see my son’s childhood photos. She took out several albums. My beloved was squealing from the pictures in his oversized rompers.
Then he appeared in a cradle, with chess, a “Schoolboy” construction set, and an Octobrist star.
Suddenly, footage from his past family life appeared and comments poured in:
— Honeymoon in Gelendzhik. Photo session in a pine forest. The newlyweds by the lilac “Miss Helen Wilmot” and in the Prado Museum.
I looked and felt my soul, as if in a grape press, but I did not dare to say: “Enough. I am not comfortable.”
I would like to give advice not to enter into relationships with guys who know firsthand what marital bonds are. And if you are unlucky enough to do so, then pass this test with honor and learn to be happy! Even if another wife is looming nearby…
