Women are not unicorns

So, I flew to the UK. At the airport I met my friends who were heading there. We had fun, we laughed all the way. Yes, these were men, two Andreys, but incredibly cheerful and kind. They supported me very well then. The three of us went to all the daytime meetings before the main ball. I felt supported, as if we had been friends for a hundred years.

By the way, from the travel section, I would like to note that in October it is very warm in England. I wore a dress without a cape, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the green grass smelled fresh, and even the occasional light rain did not cool the air temperature. Marvelous. I fell in love with this place. It was just after that trip, by the way, that I wrote “Alone. The story of a man who fell in love with a witch." England inspired me to write about it.

The ball itself was great. The waiters are of the highest level, everything is clear, all commands are on the radio. Non-alcoholic wine that can easily be confused with the usual one. The dessert — a broken chocolate pot with biscuit moss — surprised me, who was not yet experienced in such things. On stage they congratulated outstanding personalities in charity, and in the end everyone danced near the stage to contemporary performers of the same crowd.

Sober, happy, no madness, everything is laconic and moderately restrained in the British way. It’s just cozy and warm surrounded by strangers, but such kind people.

I was returning to the hotel with a friend who lived in the same place as me. We exchanged a few words. She was also on the verge of divorce, but on her initiative. The girl is very light and seems to be unencumbered by anything. And so it turned out. By a lucky chance, she inherited three apartments in St. Petersburg, and there was no shortage of money.

That's when I started thinking. What if I were also financially independent, would I try so hard to get my husband back? Or she blessed him with a new wife, and she moved on to realize her dreams. Would you think about the reputation of a bad wife, and the absence of a new partner for a long time, or not?

I probably wouldn't care. If not for one thing, I still loved my husband.

Then the obsession with saving the marriage in any way left me. I calmed down. Like a breath of fresh air, I realized self-love. I just needed to borrow money from somewhere and reach a new level of income in order to repay the debt and fully provide for my existence, without relying on anyone.

The next day we flew home.

By the way, we also had time to walk around London before departure. The impressions were only positive: Buckingham Palace and Big Ben made me fall in love with London, and these are not all of its attractions, which, unfortunately, we did not have time to visit.

Returning to Russia, I began to write a lot. Work and write again.

The fact that I made a list of all the pros and cons of reuniting with my husband also added to my self-confidence. For the first time in this time, I approached the situation logically.

Having seen eighteen minuses and twenty pluses, the choice became obvious.

The strategy turned out to be simple. “Men love with their eyes” and “Men hate hysterics.” That is, it was necessary to do two things: buy moderately sexy, but elegant clothes and start communicating with Vladislav quite boldly, without a drop of offense, and also not react to a single remark, criticism or insult on his part.

Like a real soldier, a well-trained fighter, I began to make pilgrimages to his office.

Three times a day, in the morning before the meeting, at lunch and in the evening after work, we smoked through his window and talked.

I was incredibly pretty, modest and pliable.

He could tell me things like: “I don’t love you anymore and I’m unlikely to ever love you again,” “I intend to get a divorce, you should give me a divorce,” “it’s all your fault, it’s you who brought me to this decision.” “,” “you are frigid,” “you allowed yourself to be unkempt at home,” “you constantly reminded me of ex-men, which hurt my male pride,” “you betrayed me by choosing to work with Nikolai,” “you are greedy, mercantile, corrupt.” young woman". You know, he doesn't think that way anymore. And not only because I changed, but because I wasn’t like that before, and he was simply wildly offended.

And it’s good that I understood this and didn’t take a single word seriously.