"Save me, husband-daily PMS! Or how did I live with hysteria?
Have you ever seen a hysterical man? I am, unfortunately, yes. I just didn't close the closet door once...
Or rather, not exactly so. The closet door was honest, and if I closed it down, I dared not to open it at all.
When I got home from work and hung up my dress in the closet, I decided not to test my fate and left the closet open.
"Handless," my husband threw me a "gentle" grabbing the toolbox.
One morning at 7 a.m. I woke him up to work.
He got up at quarter to eight, washed his hair in the bathroom for a long time, watched the news...
The hysteria started suddenly. Like a tsunami that suddenly hit the shore. Like a thunder in a clear sky.
-Couldn't you wake me up early? - He yelled, spitting, "You're going to make me late for work! Now I won't give you a ride to work, so get there on foot or by bus!
He sprayed his spit like a mad beast, his face glowing, and drops of sweat on his forehead. I was afraid. I had never seen a man's hysteria before.
One day, we were on our way to the mall. And I forgot to remind him that "it's a right turn here.
With my head in my shoulders, I listened to his evil scream in silence.
That I was a useless creature, unable to do anything, unsuitable for anything, and nothing in this life could be trusted to me.
So, for the record: then I earned more than he is 3 times, supplied him and his mother-in-law with pocket money, paid in the shops with his card. He took money from me for gasoline, beer, and cigarettes without any remorse. So that I could tell him that I was a jerk by scornfully throwing smoke in my face.
He started yelling all of a sudden when there seemed to be no reason for the scandal. A cup turned in the wrong direction, cutlets for dinner instead of dumplings, I had a book in my hand, and everything was annoying and making him feel white. He exploded instantly, exhausted yelling for fifteen minutes, and then, calmed down, talked quite peacefully, quietly - as if nothing had happened.
-He was just a hothead. The nature of this, all in the father. And in general, he loves it when everything in the house is perfect, - my mother-in-law told me, and in her voice, I heard pride for her son ("A real man grew up") and contempt for me, so imperfect for her ideal son.
I started having health problems. I began to notice that in the presence of my husband, I began to involuntarily twitch my eye. My body was also clutched, I was subconsciously crossing my arms and legs, trying to protect myself. I started shouting back, although this behavior was never my own - I'm a very calm and peaceful person, and it's very difficult to piss me off.
But!
When I started yelling back, an amazing thing happened.
He instantly shrunk under my angry eyes, shamefully lowered his head and...shut up.
I realized that a quiet life in our house depends on how much I can become like him, spit him out in this hysterical scream and silence him.
I wasn't happy with that life.
The turning point was the story of how I was lying back in my room instead of looking quietly and peacefully at "Dom2" with them.
The mother-in-law was offended then and sniffed her nose, claiming that I "have no respect for her or her son".
He cannot stand her tears.
"Divorce," he yelled.
I quietly packed my bags and left the night.
He followed me, clinging to my arms and telling me that "he, the idiot, is just overreacting, and there will be no divorce.
"It will," I firmly said.
If you want to get smart and say, "You saw the eyes you chose," I'll answer: true hysterics always hide their character till better times, showing their good sides.
Therefore, do not judge, dear readers, let you not be judged.
I wish you so cruelly not to make mistakes in people.
Let your life be less negative. Love and be loved!