I was divorced a long time ago. There were scandals, clarifications of who was to blame, flights of chairs on me, me on the floor, on my side of objects. There were bouquets of roses in my face when I refused to tolerate.



In one of his flights, the chair hit the heater standing next to me, leaving an impressive blur there.



The divorce took place, my son and I marked it with ice cream and swimming in the fountain and began to get used to the usual normal life. My son went to kindergarten, I went to work, we got well.



At the beginning of the year, I was asked about divorce. I was very upset, but I told you something. Including a chair and a heater. In response, my boss told her story, very similar, in which the chair flew into a luster.



And then, thinking, she added, "There was something that I doubted whether it was worth divorcing. After divorce, she sometimes regretted. And you know what helped me stay with my opinion? I got a luster that I never removed. The broken luster, which should have been my head instead.



Twelve years have passed since my divorce. There were many things, there were doubts and regrets. But I still keep that old terrible heater with a deep inhalation.



And you know, it helps.