to make anyone happy, to show someone an example of a happy relationship and love.

I wanted to be happy myself.

Who understands me? Hands up. Higher so I can see. Thank you, my dears. I'm so touched. Thank you. Lower it, sit down. Low bow to you.

Okay, let's be honest, we're all fucking selfish. We don't care about others if we ourselves have cats scratching our souls. Right?

Or are we able to give love to the whole world by sacrificing ourselves?

Anyway. Then I really felt bad. I had to break myself so as not to show my bitchy essence. I was in a strange city, far from my family, there were no friends, the new ones were all through Vladislav, that is, on his side. They looked at me under a magnifying glass, examining every facial detail, trying to understand whether there was a monster hiding behind that modest smile.

I kept myself under control for a very long time, only occasionally revealing pearls, such as a very quiet domestic quarrel.

I only became a little more confident in myself when we moved to St. Petersburg.

In Krasnodar, I was a girl living in the support of an adult man, raising a capricious girl who came occasionally. Can you imagine?

Damn your leg!

I was under the magnifying glass of his parents and relatives, of him, his colleagues and friends. Damn, I was watched like a wolf in a herd of sheep. Like, when will she show her true colors. When she loses her temper with the child, has a row with Vladislav, leaves and never returns.

It seems to me that they not only expected it, but even wanted it.

But it was not there. I'm a tough nut to crack. (wink juicy)

Now I even remember how I was so carried away that we looked with arrogance at other couples, where the wife shuts up her husband, interrupts in general company, shows character, chats incessantly, and the husband sits in the corner smiling and thinks one of two things:

“Well, well, you are the queen here, you humiliate me here, and then I will go to Nastya (here you can put any other name of your mistress), so she will love and respect me, listen and support me.”

Or.

“She’s right, I’m so cheerful and lively, but I just don’t know how to communicate with people, I don’t like all this noise. Besides, I say all sorts of nonsense, I can’t carry on a conversation.”

Can you imagine?

How often have you seen such a pitiful creature as in the second example? Well, we saw it, okay, but not often.

More often the first option, we just think that we don’t know his thoughts. And they are like that, I’ll tell you. If a woman does not allow a man to speak out, whether in private or in society, then this is the end. No sane person would tolerate such a partner. For what?

I don't condone cheating. It makes more sense to stop her in such a situation. Directly, courageously, honestly, tell your lady that she has gone too far, and that if this happens again, he will leave.

And then keep your promise.

Oh, this is very sobering for a woman. I've been through it. I'll tell you later.

But at that moment, I supported my husband one hundred percent: he spoke, I agreed, sat quietly, laughed at his jokes loudly, sometimes through force (well, he didn’t always joke funny). But she sincerely loved, so everything worked out naturally.

The other couples amused us for a long time, and we saw them as a huge problem. We have become kind of snobs about family happiness. Nobody could figure us out. The husband is the head, the wife is the wise assistant. He is a teacher, she is always on hand, studying and completing tasks and assignments.

“Rude!” — you say.

Naturally. But every woman needs this experience. If a woman never meets a strong man in her entire life who will be frank with her, then she risks remaining a narcissistic idiot, with only mama’s boys hovering around her.

Girls, every time I speak rudely about us, don’t think, this is not for the sake of a nice word, I really think we are like that. Did you think there would be another apology? (Smile).

Okay, we are all beautiful and we have something to prove to men. But what forces us to prove something to them is our lack of self-confidence. If we were more self-sufficient, we wouldn’t have to constantly fight. We could become wiser and play in a common sandbox.

Imagine you are five years old and you go out into the yard to play. Only boys are sitting on the site, they have already built an incredible structure there, an entire city, a railway, they are playing, enthusiastically intercepting enemy forces with partisan detachments. They are having fun.

And here you are? What you are doing?

You may think: “If I don’t go, they’ll drive me away.”

You can also approach them and destroy everything and start building your own doll house. Then you'll probably get beaten if mom isn't around.

You can also sit nearby and admire. Say out loud how much you like what they did. Oh, boys love it just like girls. A minute or two and you will be called to play. They will teach you, tell you what, where. You will become their friend, and then the most interesting interlocutor, friend.

Do you see? If it were a group of girls, would you also choose from three options? Would one hundred percent have acted as in the third? Is not a fact. This is just a society, male or female, it doesn’t matter. And you may think that men are very different from women, they are not.