Well, in the situation described by the comrade above, if they begin to change, they will not be jealous, but simply greedy. Because it will succeed, you have endured in vain.
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When my husband turned to the left, my first thought was “Woman would first fuck and then walk.” It’s not a pity that he’s sleeping with another aunt. It’s a pity to have sex once a week. Yes, not new, but it is an opportunity to experiment within the family, not outside. It is a pity that those girls are given flowers, songs and earrings, and you will do it, you will not have to conquer. It's a pity that the girls drive to restaurants, and I cook dinner at home is more delicious. It is a pity that I am better, and more beautiful, and more interesting and economical on all sides, but he needs some loudra. They would be more sympathetic to me, but not so offensive. It is a pity that there is no money for home products, but there is a shampoo, cake and condoms.
Worst of all, they promised to be loved and the only one, that there is no excuse for these walks. Sports interest, hunting, so it turned out, drunk was, she herself, it means nothing, I love you and live with you.
It is not worth all of my tears, my suffering, my self-esteem. The enemy will not wish to experience these feelings, when a loved one again and again betrays love, kills it in pieces. Impossible to forgive. You can either reconcile, or live your whole life in suspicion and surveillance, or break up.
Funny, divorced, my husband lives with another, and he goes to me for a walk. Wine, cake and restaurants. Not a fool?