There are NO ex-wives. Very wise words. Do you agree?
I can already defend my dissertation on this topic. And probably more than one. Show slides with diagrams, sprinkle in clever quotes, and then knock on the lectern with a pointer, calling for order.
To prove as a theorem that when we marry a divorced person, we take his entire family as husbands, and living side by side with his past is akin to walking through a minefield. Here you either have to maneuver, be cunning, or master the profession of a sapper.
There are NO ex-wives
A responsible man who once gave his word will never take it back. After all, besides disappointment, there was a lot of happiness in that marriage.
He loved, proposed, met him from the maternity hospital, brought perfume from duty, and took him to Makarevich’s concerts. Therefore, he will continue to participate in the lives of his children and ex-wife. Repair wiring and sagging door on the balcony.
Take him to the dentist and carry grapefruit and antipyretic suppositories when he has 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 electrician’s contact information or try to explain that the ex-wife perceives every screwed-in light bulb and repaired socket, flip-flops, or faucet as a desire to reunite.
The husband will immediately flare up, fall out his Adam’s apple, and try to smear it on the wall. He will talk about the obligations once taken, quote “The Little Prince” and accuse him of short-sightedness.
In addition, the newly-made “groom” will never enter into a second marriage with zero values. His past will always be close. And not just close, but to have breakfast and take a shower with us. Plan a vacation and discuss the issue of insulating the loggia.
One day we were on vacation in Turkey, and it hit me. 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 run, and were hugged by the singing fountain. As a result, I barely made it through the week, losing 4 kilograms.
At first, the husband denied everything and called her paranoid, but a few years later he admitted that this was their favorite corner.
Once we were visiting our mother-in-law. First, there was a feast, toast, and white wine, and then I asked to see childhood photos of my son. She took out several albums. My beloved in oversized rompers mowed from the cards.
Then he appeared in a cradle, with a chess set, a “Schoolboy” construction set, and an October baby star.
Suddenly, footage from his past family life appeared and comments poured in:
— Honeymoon in Gelendzhik. Photo session in a pine forest. Young people at the Miss Helen Wilmot Lilac and the Prado Museum.
I looked and felt my soul as if in a grape press, but I didn’t dare to say: “Enough. It’s not pleasant”.
I would like to give advice not to enter into relationships with guys who know first-hand what marital ties are. And if you do, then pass this test with honor and learn to be happy! Even if another wife is looming nearby…
