Xxx: Events about 10 years ago.

I just finished the universe, found a job, did not get any income, but enough to eat housing, bread with oil and walk with friends a couple of times a month. I even postponed something.

I met a girl. High School, 3 course. It can’t work – the load is large. I remember how I suffered after working all 5 courses - there was no student life. Learn to learn, I thought.

Everything went well. We decided to go - well what to pull. I come from work - she plays a lineup or leaves social networks. I said I was tired, 4 couples today. Okay well. I prepare dinner. We eat, after eating, silently stands up from behind the table, goes to the room, she has a raid, she needs to cheer. What is. Wash the dishes yourself.

We can’t go anywhere on the weekend. She has both weekend sieges. Especially in the evenings. But in the morning or in the afternoon we will not go anywhere, because before the siege, as it turned out, it is necessary to "form". your mother. I think I have a girlfriend, but I don’t.

tk. This is basically the first serious relationship, I thought - no, and maybe it's normal. It does not drink. The brain does not endure. But I’m thinking about the future, and she’s thinking about a new armor.

I noticed that the tables on the table had ceased to be seen. At least to prepare for something. I decided to talk. Great news, fucking, it has been counted off for the tails and fucking for a month! And she didn’t say because “I knew you would start pressing again.”

But with that. Cooking, cleaning – we don’t want to. Even after myself. Dirty circles in rows on the table.

One day we fought against this infantility. She cried all night in the corner, crumbled and cried, believed that nobody loves her, nobody appreciates her, nobody understands her, nobody in the whole world needs her, and in general she is a creature, nothing deserves in this life and it would be better for her to die.

I regret it. I did not escalate. He said we will talk about it tomorrow when she calms down.

Tomorrow I was waiting for a brilliant apartment, breakfast and an offer to walk. Oh God, what a miracle, how wonderful, thought one naïve fool. We walked almost the whole day, drank wine in the evening, watched a beautiful movie, did a little, and in the morning... I woke up from the usual to painful sounds of breathing computer dirt. I thought, okay, yesterday was a good day, let him play. Tomorrow it all repeated. And the afternoon. And within a week. “Well, we just spent the whole day together,” she told me two and a half weeks later.

“Let’s go to a psychologist? The two? If you want, you can be alone. I’ll help and support you, just take one step and I’ll be there all the way.” "I'm not psychic, I don't need it, it's you have problems with the perception of my hobby."

The school does not recover. He is not looking for work. Although I promised. No hero wants to, just play in his fucking lineup. He does absolutely nothing at home. Just from under the stick once a month and then with such a look as if she was forced to eat the shit. Trying for good, zero emotions. On the bad - again tears and hysteria that she wants to die.

But even this could have survived.

I noticed that money was missing from the card. A few thousand and a half. But they disappeared. I began to find out where. Great news: she took my card, without asking, and in her fucking line bought some scattered sword. You see, she needed him very much, she didn’t play without him. There was a huge bombardment. He did not get hysterical, did not calm when the tears began, and continued to crack. And what do we see? Here is the true face of my angelic angel. Scream with insults, threats to kill me and suicide myself, selective mat, blasphemy against me and relatives, and how she really hates me, and that I long ago got her with my spells, did not cook and will not, and clean up too, because she is not a maid, and she does not want to work, because "to fuck the fucking fuck like you got me gone, the naked creature of the cattle".

In short, I left. I stayed with a friend, even though he did not sleep all night. I thought I was worried, or maybe it was my fault? Per I really demand a lot? After not sleeping for a minute, I decided to go home in the morning.

At home, and at home. At home, again, there is a hairy red-eyed miracle, only aggressive. The conversation did not come out. He gave 48 hours to leave, lived a couple of days in the country of a friend. and returned. has left. I picked up a lot of things, and I picked up a lot of things. In terms of equipment, dishes. The most offensive: my favorite shit. I locked her wherever I could. But maybe it could have been done without it.

I do not regret a second. What about her, I do not know. The only one I don’t want to know about.