I came to study in the capital from the district center. After the university I got a job in a real estate company. That’s where I met Arthur. He was a nice guy, with a competent speech and the image of a businessman. We started dating. Our passions were boiling and soon I got pregnant. I told my beloved at the first meeting alone. I hoped that he would be happy. But it happened exactly the opposite. He started shouting at me: called me a fool who wants to change a prestigious job for diapers; called me a collective farmer who dreams of grabbing his apartment; shouted that he did not need children.
– This collective farmer, unlike some, has a higher education, – I replied and left. With pain in my heart, but with my head held high
I resigned from the company, interrupted my pregnancy, then found another job and focused on my career.
Seventeen years passed. During this time I got married, gave birth to two girls, my husband owns his business, I own mine. We live in our own house in the suburbs of the capital, but both my husband and I have our own apartments in the capital, where we stay overnight if we are late for work.
Once my toilet cistern mechanism broke. I invited a plumber after finding him in an advertisement. A man, bald, with a belly and a gray nose. With difficulty, but I recognized him as Arthur. When I realized who was standing in front of me, I was very surprised. He recognized me too. But that’s not surprising. I didn’t look much different from that young fool in love with him. Fitness and spas allowed me to keep my beauty. I treated him to tea, we talked. He was kicked out of the company for his addiction to alcohol, women did not need a loser, and he is still dragging his existence. I also told him about my life, although not everything. As he was leaving, he asked me:
– Are you happy?
– Yes, I am. Very happy!
