З життя
Коли мене вигнав на вулицю чоловік, жити не хотілося. Згодом я зрозуміла, що це було на краще.
Коли чоловік вигнав мене на вулицю, жити не хотілося. Але згодом я зрозуміла — це було на краще.
Вийшовши заміж по великому коханню, я й уявити не могла, які випробування чекатимуть на мене. Після народження доньки я набрала сімнадцять кілограмів, і з того дня моє життя змінилося до невпізнання.
Чоловік став знущатися, називаючи мене «коровою» і «свинею», перестав бачити в мені жінку. Він постійно ставив у приклад дружин своїх колег і товаришів, кажучи, що вони виглядають чудово, а я, на його думку, перетворилася на тварину.
Ці слова боліли так, ніби ніж у серці. Пізніше я дізналася про його молоду коханку, про яку він навіть не соромився розповідати. Він відкрито говорив з нею по телефону, листувався, а ми з донечкою стали для нього непотрібними.
Нічми я ридала, але поділитися було ні з ким. Я сирота, без родичів, а подруги віддалилися після мого заміжжя. Він відчував свою безкарність і почав піднімати на мене руку. Його дратувало, коли донька плакала вночі — він кричав на мене, вимагаючи заспокоїти її, погрожуючи викинути нас з дому.
Ніколи не забуду той день. Чоловік повернувся з роботи й одразу сказав, щоб я йшла геть. Надворі ледве світало, падав сніг. З однією торбою і дитиною на руках я стояла у дворі, не знаючи, куди податися. Він навіть не дозволив мені зібрати речі. Поки я намагалася усвідомити, що відбувається, до будинку під’їхало таксі, і звідти вийшла його коханка з валізою, пішла у нашу колишню квартиру. У кишені в мене були лише дрібні гривні, більше нічого.
Єдиним виходом було йти до лікарні, де я колись працювала. Мені пощастило — на зміні була знайома медсестра, яка впустила нас із донькою переночувати.
Зранку я пішла до ломбарду, здала хрестик на ланцюжку — єдине, що лишилося від мами, сережки, подаровані чоловіком ще до весілля, та обручку. За оголошенням знайшла бабусю Катрю, яка здавала кімнату на околиці міста. Вона стала для нас рідною. Завдяки тому, що вона сиділа з донечкою, я змогла влаштуватися на роботу.
Без освіти я працювала пакувальницею на м’ясокомбінаті, а вночі мила сходи. Пізніше у моєму житті з’явилася жінка, у якої я прибирала будинок. Вона запропонувала мені роботу адміністратора у своїй фірмі з гарною зарплатою. Саме їй я зобов’язана тим, що вступила до інституту, закінчила його і отримала диплом юриста.
Тепер моя донька навчається у університеті, у нас є трикімнатна квартира, машина, ми кілька разів на рік їздимо відпочивати за кордоном. Моя юридична фірма процвітає, і я вдячна долі за те, що багато років тому чоловік мене вигнав. Інакше я б не досягла такого успіху.
Нещодавно ми з донькою вирішили купити ділянку за містом для дачі. Знайшли гарний варіант недалеко від Києва. Яка ж була моя подиЯкого ж було мого подиву, коли двері відчинив мій колишній чоловік, а за його спиною стояла та сама коханка, тепер уже з помітним живітком і сивиною у волоссі.
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