I decided to test my husband and told him, "Darling, they've left me alone!" even though he'd actually left me. He cried and declared himself useless. Until the next day, listen to your conversation with my sweetness. What I heard... left me in a state of horror... On the way home, an extra feeling of regret filled me. What if Anton wasn't happy with my rise? What if I had irritated him, the worse yet, had he given him? In the end, now I would win more than him. Wouldn't this other reason for separation be serious? I knew it was always important to my husband to be the family's support system, its protector.
Even though we both worked and contributed approximately equally to the family budget, she liked to repeat that she was the one supported by the family. He had certain patriarchal pride in him, which was instilled by his mother, a woman from old school. So that's when the idea came to me.
And should I test her reaction? And should I tell her that they didn't ascend me, until they despidieron me? See how she reacted: will she support me in this difficult moment? And then, when I saw her sincere compassion and response, I admitted that it was a mistake and that, in fact, I have good news. It probably wasn't the smartest decision on my part. Messy, even stupid.
But I wanted to make sure my husband would follow my lead, that I was willing to support him in any situation, just as I was once I was promoted to the altar. In good times and in bad, in health and in illness. When I read at home, I meet Anton with his laptop...
… “They've thrown me away.” His reaction was completely different from what he'd hoped. In the place of compassion and help, his beak twisted with anger.
He looked for the laptop and jumped off the sofa.
"Despedido. Te han despedido." And this after saying so many times that we need to be more responsible at work. But no, you always know best, you always do things your own way.
I was so astonished with his reaction that I couldn't articulate it.
He continued, his voice growing louder, with a hint of contempt I'd never heard before.
“So what now? Who's going to pay the bills? Do you even realize the mess you're putting me and our whole family in? You're useless, Lena. Absolutely useless. Sitting there at your company, shuffling papers around, and in the end, you can't even handle that.”
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes. But they weren't tears of resentment; they were more like an epiphany.
It was as if someone had suddenly ripped a blindfold off my eyes, and I saw the true face of the man I'd lived with for so many years. In that moment, I realized I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't admit it was a test and that I'd actually been promoted.
Something inside me resisted. My intuition whispered that it was best to stay silent and wait to see what would happen. And I listened to that whisper.
I simply got up and left the room in silence, leaving him screaming into the void. I locked myself in the bathroom and stood under the hot water for a long time, trying to wash away the humiliation and bitterness. How strange, how distant the man I once considered closest to me had become. We didn't speak again that night.
Anton, defiant, fell asleep on the living room sofa, and I was left alone in our bedroom, staring at the ceiling and wondering how our seemingly solid marriage had become so fragile.
In the morning, I woke to the sound of the door. Anton left for work without saying goodbye, without leaving a note, without even waking me, as he usually did.
I lay in bed, feeling a strange emptiness inside. The anger, the resentment, the disappointment of yesterday… it all seemed to evaporate, leaving only a cold clarity of thought.
I needed to go to work. After all, I had a new position, new responsibilities. But something was keeping me at home.
A kind of premonition, intuition, call it what you will. I called my colleague Masha and asked her to cover for me, claiming health problems. She agreed, though there was a hint of self-interest in her voice.
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