As usual, the first love we are not forgotten. For some lucky people, it develops into a strong and united family. Most - ends with painful tears, trauma, ready to develop complexes, and well, if this so-called love for the first time, it is possible to draw correct conclusions.
In this case, all Vitka was somehow vaguely, was the first love, the ratio of debt (as much as seven years of marriage), even the family like as planned, but at the last moment something went awry.
Suddenly Victor lost his job (his first and only favorite work at the time). His self-esteem is not the best way affected - has rolled irritability, intransigence. Stood threaten the housing problem, but it is loud, we have not yet discussed - although I will not deny, each, of course, I thought.
I am trying to become a part of and concern began to be meek - grass below, speak only when asked, not to criticize, not imposed. Intentionally did not want to be gay - still serious problems in humans and unnecessarily worry, too, so as not to fall into depression alone. What can I say?
After weeks of uncertainty, interviews, occasional inspiration and the subsequent loss of strength, and it became difficult to keep quiet and say - we have to spend all my free time for joint viewing series - and easier to keep quiet and do not have to think.
It seemed we were both happy with the moments when the house ended in something of the products, and we had to go to the store. In the shop we went on stage - without saying a word. It seems like everyone is really personal space.
And once we do have quarreled. Just like something for nothing - I went for a walk with a friend without warning. But on his return, he heard from Viti wish to live alone. After gathering the necessary things, I went to my parents, going to wait a week, and then to hear that now Victor wants to live with me again.
But nothing happened - and, day after day, Vitino coveted solitude evolved in the months of our separation. I talk about how I lived without it is not worth it - unfortunately, this state is familiar to all, well, or a lot, so reduced.
Six months later, I have a new job and plans to move to Moscow, a year later, I was in Moscow and tried to get used to a new city, start to save up for a car. Once a month, I went to visit his parents. Vitka we are not called up, from social networks I removed their pages - wanted to start living in new ways.
Then one day, sitting in the Moscow train, I looked up and saw ... him. Yes, it was my old Victor - a little overgrown, unshaven, but the most-a real Vic. He was smiling from ear to ear to me, "Ankaaaa! ". Victor already jumped, hugged me - almost strangled. As if there was one and a half years without each other.
In the dining car, we chatted the whole way. Although many words are not needed - everything will fall into place, and went all the resentment, misunderstanding. It happens, though. We met happy, who did not know the problems, almost teenagers, we have lived together for their first success, but could not go through with the first failure.
And just then the whole secret - sometimes through certain periods in the life of their own and have to go alone. Another's support is quite out of place if you yourself something really can not imagine what you're going to pass this time and what kind of support you need.
It's like young children - certainly necessary to wear rings on a pyramid in order to be able to build a pyramid and play with her.
Well just to after we let each other learn how to build their pyramids, then be sure to meet again ... in trains, for example.
Love Story Learn from the mistakes
As usual, the first love we are not forgotten. For some lucky people, it develops into a strong and united family. Most - ends with painful tears, trauma, ready to develop complexes, and well, if this so-called love for the first time, it is possible to draw correct conclusions.
In this case, all Vitka was somehow vaguely, was the first love, the ratio of debt (as much as seven years of marriage), even the family like as planned, but at the last moment something went awry.
Suddenly Victor lost his job (his first and only favorite work at the time). His self-esteem is not the best way affected - has rolled irritability, intransigence. Stood threaten the housing problem, but it is loud, we have not yet discussed - although I will not deny, each, of course, I thought.
I am trying to become a part of and concern began to be meek - grass below, speak only when asked, not to criticize, not imposed. Intentionally did not want to be gay - still serious problems in humans and unnecessarily worry, too, so as not to fall into depression alone. What can I say?
After weeks of uncertainty, interviews, occasional inspiration and the subsequent loss of strength, and it became difficult to keep quiet and say - we have to spend all my free time for joint viewing series - and easier to keep quiet and do not have to think.
It seemed we were both happy with the moments when the house ended in something of the products, and we had to go to the store. In the shop we went on stage - without saying a word. It seems like everyone is really personal space.
And once we do have quarreled. Just like something for nothing - I went for a walk with a friend without warning. But on his return, he heard from Viti wish to live alone. After gathering the necessary things, I went to my parents, going to wait a week, and then to hear that now Victor wants to live with me again.
But nothing happened - and, day after day, Vitino coveted solitude evolved in the months of our separation. I talk about how I lived without it is not worth it - unfortunately, this state is familiar to all, well, or a lot, so reduced.
Six months later, I have a new job and plans to move to Moscow, a year later, I was in Moscow and tried to get used to a new city, start to save up for a car. Once a month, I went to visit his parents. Vitka we are not called up, from social networks I removed their pages - wanted to start living in new ways.
Then one day, sitting in the Moscow train, I looked up and saw ... him. Yes, it was my old Victor - a little overgrown, unshaven, but the most-a real Vic. He was smiling from ear to ear to me, "Ankaaaa! ". Victor already jumped, hugged me - almost strangled. As if there was one and a half years without each other.
In the dining car, we chatted the whole way. Although many words are not needed - everything will fall into place, and went all the resentment, misunderstanding. It happens, though. We met happy, who did not know the problems, almost teenagers, we have lived together for their first success, but could not go through with the first failure.
And just then the whole secret - sometimes through certain periods in the life of their own and have to go alone. Another's support is quite out of place if you yourself something really can not imagine what you're going to pass this time and what kind of support you need.
It's like young children - certainly necessary to wear rings on a pyramid in order to be able to build a pyramid and play with her.
Well just to after we let each other learn how to build their pyramids, then be sure to meet again ... in trains, for example.
To each his own, everyone chooses their life and love
Our life together with Max dragged on now for four years. As usual, we have lived during the warm meeting, cinema, cafes, travel with friends at any picnic, and then followed the routine, filled with work, home viewing novelties box office, and still later the relationship slowly but steadily began to slip.
It is difficult to say exactly what went wrong: whether we are tired of each other, or bored, but the fact remains - there is a mutual desire to spend a minimum of time together, and increasingly want to move away definitively.
And here is the right solution would be a sincere conversation and joint decision-making, but we made a classic mistake. Instead of solving problems within our family almost together and with each other, Max and I went to visit a cafe with friends - he and his I - with her.
What told his friends Max, I do not know, but my co-worker in one voice told that unpleasant routine of life together - a sure sign that it was time to depart, and how she loved to repeat Alenka, "what will happen in a year or two, if you Now I can not stand each other. "
I must say the word friends did their work. I started to browse sites with advertisements for apartments rented. So much so that we have dinner with Maxim, without saying a word, started out separately.
But before the New Year, I told him that took your tickets to her grandmother in the village and plan to go alone. Max reacted calmly to the news, said that, if such a thing, will celebrate Arthur (old school friend). Escort and I did not ask to meet, and Max would not be imposed - apparently felt that I do not want company.
And yet, we must pay tribute to us - we did without scandals and explanation of the relationship, even claims to each other did not show. If you look, the claims - and it was not. It was just some sort of sudden estrangement, which was perceived as a threat to our relationship.
December 30 I sat on the train, and the second-class carriage lulled me to the Ivanovo snow Scilla. Granny his watchful eye immediately spotted that something is wrong. She loved Max absentia, with my stories, joked that the quiet man - the key to a long marriage.
But I have a wise grandmother, and therefore questioned about his personal life followed. Grandma gave me on New Year's package pastel linen. Double. I have long held it in his hand and thought about that pale light green clover leaves on the sheets I was not happy, although I am very fond of beautiful linens.
A festive table, I let slip that, say, somehow bored, there is already a spark in the eyes, and probably start to look for an apartment. Grandmother said nothing, just reported to me the food on the plate.
January 5th grandmother accompanied me on the return train.
"Call me as getting at." "Of course, Grandma." "You know, your grandfather, we have lived a long life, and not always in the eyes was fire. And I'll tell you more, we've been working so much that sometimes barely had the strength to say hello in the morning. But you know what?
We never hurt each other and that is not due to our, as you call him, boring life in the house was always quiet and peaceful. And my mom is your growing up, and then you grew up without seeing the light in our eyes, but you both know that I, and my grandfather, we love you, and if something is needed, we are with him will be a great team, which will come on help. "
I returned to the snow-covered city. The house was getting an early bus to the patterns on the windows. During my absence piled drifts and frost hit. Despite the fact that there were seven in the morning in our kitchen light was on, and from the stairwell, I heard that the houses do not sleep.
Max opened the door all the lather, smiled hastily kissed me on the cheek and ran to the bathroom, on the go shouting:
"Marinka, a pipe burst, come on - take off your clothes! I turn off the spigot, almost all removed now something podkruchu, but we'll see - maybe even without plumbing will manage. "
I went into the kitchen, washed her hands and put the kettle on. "Phew, well, everything finished, do not worry, in the shower're losing a couple of hours! "- Maxim wiped his face with a towel, standing in the doorway. I stared at him. "What are you looking at? Like Grandma? ". "Good…". "Listen, I got us tickets to the ski base, let's round up? And a thousand years did not go anywhere. "
I continued to stare at Max, recalled his grandmother's words, and then looking at this wonderful home plumbing and knew that I was with him very calmly.
Traditionally, the honeymoon is carried out in a warmer climate, and after the wedding. And here it happened before the wedding and on the snowy ski slope. My balanced Max staunchly taught me to stand on a snowboard and patiently dragged skiing on the mountain.
