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Після 12 років шлюбу я нарешті збагнула, що таке справжній відпочинок
Після 12 років шлюбу я нарешті зрозуміла, що таке справжній відпочинок
Не поспішайте вішати на мене ярлики — я не легковажна дружина і не втікачка від сімейних обов’язків. Я просто жінка, яка після дванадцяти років шлюбу раптом усвідомила одну просту, але рятівну істину: щоб бути гарною дружиною і матір’ю, потрібно вміти по-справжньому відпочивати — не на кухні з каструлями, не з ганчіркою в руці, не під глухі докори чоловіка й капризи дітей, а наодинці з собою… або хоча б без них.
Я — Марина, мені 38, живу в Житомирі. Звичайна жінка, нічим особливо непримітна. Чоловік, двоє синів-школярів, робота у бухгалтерії. Все як у всіх. Зранку — сніданок, збирання, відвези до школи, біжи на роботу, ввечері — вечеря, прання, уроки, безсенсовні розмови біля телевізора. Кожен день — як під копірку.
Море я люблю з дитинства, воно для мене — як ковток життя. Але мій чоловік до сонця байдужий, точніше — алергік. Одразу покривається плямами, свербить, бурчить. А діти… ну, діти є діти. Їм аби жувати солодощі, валятися з планшетами і нити, що нудно.
Цього літа сталося неймовірне. Чоловік, дізнавшись, що спека в Одесі буде вище норми, сказав: «Краще я залишуся вдома». Хлопці теж відмовилися від поїздки — захотіли в літній табір з однокласниками. І тут моя подруга Таня запропонувала:
— У тітки є вільна квартира в Ялті. Поїхали з нами? Візьмемо ще твою сестру Олю — розважимося!
І ось ми втрьох — я, Таня і Оля — мчимо трасою на південь. У машині музика, сміх, розмови до хрипоти. Таке відчуття, наче втекли з корабля, що тоне в побуті.
У Ялті нас чекало море, спека, тиша. Ми собі дали обіцянку: ніяких котлет, ніякого прибирання, тільки кавуни, огірки, помідори і пробіжки по ранковому пляжу. Ми спали на прохолодних простирадлах, вставали рано і йшли босоніж по піску. Пірнали в солоні хвилі, загоряли до хрусткої скоринки, сміялися, як дівчатка.
Це були мої десять днів свободи. Ніхто не просив смажити млинці, не влаштовував сцен біля кіоску з морозивом, не бурчав через пісок у рушнику. Жодного «Маааамо, він мене вдарив!», жодного «Чому знову овочі?!»
Звісно, знаходилися «залицяльники» — курортні типи з засмагою і запахом алкоголю. Але ми швидко давали зрозуміти: проходьте повз, панове. Ми не на полюванні, ми — на відпочинку. Всі троє заміжні, любимо своїх чоловіків. Просто вирвалися перевести дух.
Я повернулася додому оновленою. Засмаглою. Стрункою. І… щасливою. І головне — з твердим рішенням: такі 10 днів будуть у мене кожного року. Не для флірту, не для втечі. А для себе. Щоб повернутися додому не виснаженою лимонною шкіркою, а живою жінкою.
Я не хочу більше відпустку, в якій лише змінюються стіни, але не обов’язки. Я не хочу тягнути валізи дітей, годувати чоловіка в три заходи і падати без сил на третій день.
Кожній жінці потрібно своє особисте літо. Без почуття провини. Без страху, що «скажуть». Тому що, повірте, нікому не потрібна втомлена, зла, загнана дружина.
Отже, мої дорогі, не бійтеся. Візьміть паузу. Поїдьте. Перезавантажтесь. Посміхніться. І лише тоді ви по-справжньому зрозумієте, як важливий відпочинок… від самої ролі дружини і мами.
Нехай це буде ваш особистий ритуал. Ваш острів. Ваше море — без докорів, без шумних вимог. Тільки ви, вітер, сонце і тихе щастя всередині.
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