The love story I still love you

Once I decided that "I can not change the current scenario of events, but I can choose another." And tighten the chain of people and events that have changed my life, my world.

PART I

- But how can you be so fucked ... !!! - Not appeased in-law. - Normally the wife of her husband to work collects !! And you never my son is not baked pancakes !! ... It's your fault! Dasha little stutterer not gone, poor child, she was so scared !! Mr ... !!! I Lesha, when he lost money on the study, and said that a good friend had to come and tell me everything !!! But he did not listen to me ... - it lasted for an hour, she collected a bunch of all imaginable and unimaginable my sins.

Birdie sat on my hands, trying to hide from your grandmother, shut the door in her face. - What do you close the door in front of me? !! - She snapped, once again accusing me of all serious. I feebly defended, still wonder: do not do - it is bad, do - too bad. So why soared?

On the eve of March 8, I begged my husband as a gift modem. I had my laptop, which is in the small hours of leisure I mastered blind method of typing with ten fingers.

- Marin, but why would you need? - Alex sprayed. - What will you do on the Internet?

- I will be in touch with your friends, I need practice - I insisted. Eighth of March, I received a long-awaited gift.
As it turned out, it does online is really nothing. In the "Classmates" I found all his old friends and fellow students from the university, and even his first "sadikovskuyu" love. The boy, of course, much has changed!

And then what? I registered in almost all social networks, but was rewritten still no one. On the page of her husband "VKontakte" I found amusing entertainment application. With a soft gnashing of teeth, I also decided to do. The essence of the site is that your images give the evaluation and indicate reciprocity sympathy.
So begins a correspondence with the opposite sex. Other instances occurred, and not very interesting. Internet speed is poor, the pages load slowly and painfully. It so happened that the next time I chose the "victim" for their communication, and the page hangs, I accidentally put a deuce certain Victor, for about a week, I ignore it.

- Here's an infection, it is necessary to write to him that I did not do it on purpose - I had to look for it in the "Meeting". As I thought, putting him 5 and indicating the possibility of the meeting between the two accounts there was mutual admiration. Immediately he wrote a short note with your apology, received a terse response like "nothing happens." We even exchanged meaningless remarks, the interlocutor so-so - "nothing," I made a conclusion.

Well, time has flown by, it's time to go for a walk with a bird, so I call her daughter, she had just turned two years old. Every day the same thing as a vicious circle, the Internet has been the salvation, and there I found the attention and compliments that the husband is not spoiled ... How many wives sitting at home with children, I feel redundant? Housework and child took away almost all the time, but I managed to when Birdie was asleep, the floors were scrubbed, and the food is prepared - to plunge into virtual communication with men.

Close the people with whom I lived, silently protesting about my pastime, their disaffected persons speak louder than words. I understand that, but let it go, either as is. I would like personal space and freedom. It's probably too much for a married woman?
But my marriage is over two and a half years, under the watchful eye of her mother in law, it became unbearable. Not to say that was a bad mother in law, foolish woman, we're just different, with different planets, the "extraterrestrial" was, of course I do. The time interval between the scandals, which she gathered, declined. That's really the people's wisdom precisely about it: if the dog attacked her granddaughter, then "we will assign blame," Well, the classic - "nivistka fuck up."

All the talk about Lesha care apartment ended promise that yes, of course, next month, necessarily, but a month passed, and the other - nothing changed. It is convenient to live with his parents - and that came home from work, opened the refrigerator, and everything is there. Bahnul on the sofa in pose of Apollo (no, the god of love and beauty, he had nothing, Apollo - in the sense of the statue, a sort of real estate in the horizontal position) and everything, no more worries.

As we spent the evening? Nothing. So far I have not had access to the Internet, I sat side by side on the floor near the sofa and watched him his football. I wanted to be ... how to put it, "good wife and mother," trying to please everyone. At that time, meeting their friends, to the question "how are you? "Invariably replied -" all is well ". But whether it was a "good" true? Now, recalling his short married life, I know the answer. I lied to myself every day. The question is, why married? It so happened ... so get Birdie.

But it does not matter, with the advent of the Internet, I turn away from reality, and all that was happening around me, it was also not important. That's when I thought, but how many of us have to birdie? Here are half a year tolerate birdie arrange the garden, I go to work and leave the apartment. I've had enough of these nerves! And my heart was free and easy, I felt almost euphoric flight and the thought. The goal is, the rest a matter of time.

After the May holidays, I asked permission from her husband Novorossiysk to Margot - his girlfriend. A breath of fresh air for me, where I did not have to pretend and pretend that all is well. To her I came a couple of times a year. We had to ask for leave my husband and mother in law, as the seventh-grader at the "mommy" to the disco.

Margot, a very unusual man. Call it fortune-teller can not, because she did not prophesy the future and does not remove the damage, but can see the next versions of events or actions that have to do to get what you want, or vice versa, to avoid unwanted. At least for me it was just a game, I am pleased to take part in it.

The basic earnings Margot was teaching dance at home: a pole, plastic. I, of course, also tried to learn a few tricks, but you can not even imagine how much it hurts - hanging on the pole! In the end I threw her "feasible attempts to" learn to move as well as it is. And on the sixth Margot irresistible!

On the day before going on the road, I had time to answer the countless messages that are received in social networks. Belle, I do not consider myself, but I am able to attract male attention. There was the distinctive sound of the notification that the letter arrived. It was from Victor, the man who put the "two". Instead of the conventional "Hello, how are you? "I read," Hello sun. " "Hey, since when I began to shine? "- I asked. "Just you have to ICQ? "" Yes, 603 ... 53, adds. "

There is little time before the departure of the bus, and you need more time to carry shoes for repair. I turned off the laptop and went to the studio. On the move, via the phone entered the "ICQ" and "agent", there I graciously accepted the offer to "make friends" from Viti. What a stupid name for a boy?

"Thank you," - he wrote. - "For what? "-" For what is agreed to be friends with me, what do you do? "-" I carry Shoes repair. " - "You are from your phone to the Internet came out? "-" Yes, I always regard))) "-" Mobile blonde))) "-" Can and mobile, but hardly a blonde. "
What a ridiculous hints protested to myself.

Well, that bird was taken away, have time for yourself, shower, pedicure, make-up, styling, finishing touch. All ready! Next, to freedom! There, where it is not necessary to hide his eyes, where you can be yourself!
Margo, as usual, full of people. The girls, who had to deal with, often sat up late at her. Initially, when Margot was just beginning its work at home, I was annoyed by these gatherings, because I wanted to talk about his girlfriend with a single.

But over time, I come to terms with this state of affairs and gladly participated in stormy discussions of one's personal life - her as such I did not have. Yes, a husband, but it was the size and boring.

Monotony is truly depressing! As for the bed, every night before going to bed, I wanted to be small and inconspicuous, the child went to bed, and my husband did not touch me. "God, let's sleep! "That's all I needed to be happy.