Kyon Ki box with a beautiful ringlet

In the article a little bit sad love story titled: Box with a ring and a beautiful yellow rose on our website NiceLady.ru.

For six months Valeria did not communicate with her friends and old acquaintances. She avoids the question, "Well, when we walk at your wedding," You kind of have been invited. "

And she can say? What they decided to reflect on their relationship, and that is still so young and foolish? And the worst thing is that it's not for her initiative.

It's only in films and serials spoiled beauty escape from their wedding, life happens on the contrary. One mom her of nothing rasprashivat, but simply said, "you have still yet to come, and you'll be happy."

Valery did not reach to it with different inquiries even changed jobs and trying to sit at home at the weekend. One evening she was riding the bus home from work and reflect on their lives.

At one of the stops on the free seat next to her and went pretty tired woman in fashionable things. In the hands of a woman holding a beautiful yellow rose. There were so many.

- Excuse me, suddenly the woman said - and you have a husband?
- No, - said Valery. - What?
- Then keep - tired woman handed her all roses.
- What are they to me? - Valery was surprised ..
- You can afford to come to my house with flowers - frustrated woman said, staring - down. It is more like that - to say something, but changed her mind and came to a stop.

And Valery wanted to leave flowers on the seat, but the yield on its stop suddenly changed her mind and took them home.

At home, she put them on the table in a beautiful vase and sat down and thought about his life and about his fiancé Maxim. He never gave her roses, daisies and tulips only, but she never complained and did not ask for anything else, and always grateful.

Maybe nothing she always inferior to him in everything? After all, he still left on it. Vaughn and other harmful uncompromising get everything at once - and husband and lover, such as the woman on the bus, because it certainly was traveling from her lover. So she sat and pondered what to do for three hours and suddenly the doorbell long.

Valeria started, did you could only call her Maxim. How long had she been waiting for this. And now for some reason - it is not waiting for her heart skipped a beat as before, but it still opened the door.

He stood in the doorway of her Maxim, as always, in a suit and a tie, and this time with lilies.

- Dear you waiting for me? - Without hugs and kisses asked Maxim (he always believed that once a caress to nothing and it's a waste of time). - You're not busy? What are you doing?

- No, not busy - said Valery - Come on.
- Maxim went to the kitchen, as always, Razuvious.
- It is not good ... it all happened - and then he saw the flowers on the table. - I do not understand how the flowers? Do you have one - that come from?

- What? - Said Valery. About a woman on the bus, she did not say anything, even torment and jealous. - I am a free woman. I am meeting people with whom and when, and I want to bring to your home, what I want.

- Do not understand? Are you free? - Maxim looked confused, and it was unusual to see him so, but quickly composed himself and reached into his pocket and pulled out a box with a beautiful ring.

Half a year ago, when he saw the box it would have jumped for joy up to the ceiling, and now she wants nothing, and the joy of the box does not deliver, and Maxim says:

- You know, I thought about it and realized that without you I can not live, I want to wake up in the morning only to you. Be my wife?

This proposal Valery waited for a very long time, but now, hearing it, regretted that when it wanted to see this man as her husband.

After thinking for a few minutes, Valery finally said:

- It's late and it's time to sleep, go home I will think more about half a year and I will give you an answer. What are our years?

Shocked Maxim walked slowly to the door and turned on the threshold and looked at her the last time. As he left, he did not understand why such an eligible bachelor refused a simple girl. So Valerie and ended with the sad story of her love.

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.