Women are not unicorns

I could turn on sad music, touch every thing and cry over it, but I didn’t want to artificially force myself to suffer. I felt pretty good and bravely endured all the training. Four hours later, about twenty boxes were already waiting for the movers in the hallway. I drank my last tea in this apartment and sighed sadly and said to myself. “Yes, it was a great time, it was a terrible time.”

And then I smiled, because I didn’t like this apartment, the entrance, the area. Despite the pretentiousness of the decoration, the neighbor's cockroaches scurried around here a couple of times (apparently they got lost), and my neighbor, a drug addict, gave me a persistent feeling of disgust for this area as a whole.

In a way, the goal was achieved, the poor housing was abandoned, I achieved my goal.

“Was it worth it? Wait and see".

By the way, we now have a wonderful, bright, spacious apartment in a new building.

Well, okay, I took all this to the office, hoping not to meet the boss (part-time husband) and not solve the problem that had arisen. However, luck turned away from me and Vladislav decided to stay late at work.

— What are you doing here?

— Translating our things. I have nowhere else to put them except in your office.

— It’s all over, then? Did you refuse the apartment? — There was annoyance in his voice, but I didn’t understand why. It's very strange, as if he was hoping to return.

— Why should I take it off? I don't earn that much.

— OK. Just let the movers put everything in a corner so that the boxes don’t get in the way.

You know, he didn’t even help carry the boxes, and I carried, admittedly, light things, but I wore them so as not to overpay for the guys’ hours of work. I paid for it myself, of course.

My husband corrected this point a long time ago, now he is a true gentleman (I love this word, editor), I feel like a real lady next to me. But then! Then I tried to close my eyes to my anger, otherwise I would not have had the persistence for the next month and a half to achieve his return.

There was one more thing that I recommend using as another way to combat mental suffering. Perhaps this will also be useful to you if you find yourself in a similar situation.

Fanfare, light, ta-dam!

I flew to London for a major event.

It's my birthday at the beginning of October and the annual event in Sussex is happening at the perfect time. All patrons and voluntary contributors of money or time to charity gather there. All the really educational programs in third world countries, fighting drug trafficking, helping with illnesses and injuries during natural disasters and many other really important things are done by these people. Some people invest maximum money, others give their whole lives to this for free.

And of course, they need a large team, so they invite newcomers there for a purely symbolic sum, those who, like me, for example, have invested a little, about ten thousand dollars in total. At such an event, people are encouraged, given confirmation, helped not to give up, not to leave the path of help, and new arrivals are instilled with self-confidence and told how they can personally help.

I bought plane tickets, an entrance ticket, paid for a hotel and a visa for only sixty thousand rubles. These are mere pennies, just two average deferred salaries, and you are already in a completely different world. I'm not talking about geography, I'm talking about the level of thinking and environment.

On the fifth, with great enthusiasm, I rented a ballgown from a friend and rushed to the airport. Did I grieve for my husband then? Not for a second. Okay, just a little bit. Only occasionally did I allow myself to become sad, thinking about the inevitability of divorce.

The rest of the time I dreamed of meeting Tom Cruise, who, by the way, had previously appeared at such holidays.

Girls, you might laugh at my ambition, but I even thought that since he is not married, we might have an affair.

God! May my husband forgive me. By the way, I told him about this. But the dreams of a naive girl are not the same thing as reality. Although they never harmed me. Don't listen to people who tell you not to dream. “You are flying in the clouds, it’s time to come down to earth” — this is just the envy of a desperate person who no longer knows how to use his imagination, which means he has closed his own borders to new horizons.

My imagination has never let me down. It may have disappointed me from time to time, but it never let me down. I wouldn’t have what I have now if I weren’t so easy-going, and maybe even frivolous in some ways.

Read “Alice in Wonderland” again, but from the perspective of an adult, and you will see a lot of useful things there.