– I’m tired of it, – Steve threw the spoon away, looking at his wife in disgust. – I can’t look at you! – Steve, – the woman said in confusion, – What happened? Not tasty? I tasted it. – What’s that got to do with it? – When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror? So go and look! And then ask me what’s wrong. You know, we’re getting a divorce.

– I’m tired, – Steve threw the spoon away, looking at his wife in disgust, – I can’t look at you!

– Steve, – the woman said confused, picking up the spoon from the floor. – What happened? – Not tasty? I tasted it.

– What’s that got to do with it? – the plate of soup almost went after the spoon. – When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror? So go and look! And then ask me what’s wrong.

– What’s wrong?” Patricia muttered, wrapping herself in her dressing gown. “Yes, I haven’t regained my former form yet, but it hasn’t been long! Sam is only three months old! I’m trying, really…

– No… you’re not trying! – the man jumped up from the table. – All you do is nothing! Have you tried to eat less? Take care of yourself? I’m ashamed to even invite my friends over, sitting here like this!

– It’s not forever! – the woman defended herself. She had noticed more than once that her husband had become cold to her, but she thought it was because of the child. And she did not expect such claims. – My son will grow up, and I will return to normal. It’s just that now he requires too much attention.

– Yes, of course, – the man grimaced. – You won’t change. It’s unpleasant for me to be in the same room with you, and I don’t even want to think about sleeping in the same bed… You know, we’re getting a divorce. I met a wonderful girl here. Beautiful, smart, always well-groomed. Not like you!

– You think she’ll be so nice?” Patricia exclaimed angrily. She could hardly keep herself from sobbing. – No! She will give birth and she will be like that too!

– Who said she will give birth? – Steve looked at his wife in surprise. – I will take your son away from you, you will not be able to bring him up. No job, no apartment, no family. And Sabrina will raise him as her own.

– “I won’t give him to you!” – Patricia was screaming. “Go yourself if you want to, but don’t touch my son!

– As if someone would ask you, – the man smiled, and, whistling merrily, went to visit his new love.

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– Sabrina, you are incredibly beautiful today, – Steve kissed the girl on the cheek, holding out a bouquet of flowers.

– Did I look bad yesterday?” – the girl flirtatiously rolled her eyes.

– You’re always gorgeous! – the man said in amazement, and smiled with satisfaction when Sabrina blushed embarrassed.

– Come in quickly, – the girl stepped aside, letting Steve into the apartment, – You must be hungry. It’s okay, I’ll make you something to eat quickly.

The man sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, stroked the white cat that jumped on his lap. Half an hour later, the landlady called him to the kitchen.

– I do not know whether you will like it or not, – the girl was fussing, – but I tried.

– Calm down and sit next to me. The smell is just wonderful, and I’m sure the taste will be no worse.

Steve ate and praised, although, to be honest, he didn’t really like it. Patricia spoiled him, because she is a cook, after all. Well, nothing, and Sabrina will learn where to go.

– And I’m divorcing my wife, – the man said, pushing the empty plate away, – I filed an application today.

– Yes? – The girl tried to hide her joy, but it turned out badly.

– Yes, I did. So now I can ask you one very important question. Will you marry me?

– Of course, yes! – Sabrina joyfully exclaimed and threw her arms around her husband’s neck, hugging him tightly. – Moreover, I have some news for you. Very important news!

– I am intrigued.

– We are going to have a baby!” Sabrina was sure that her husband would be happy, but for some reason he frowned.

– How far along are you?

– Eight weeks, – the girl answered confusedly.

– Great, so it’s not too late, – Steve breathed a sigh of relief. – Make an appointment at the clinic tomorrow.

– But… I don’t want… It’s our child!

– You will have a baby, don’t worry, – Steve “reassured” the girl. – “I’ll take Sam to Patricia, so you’ll have someone to talk to.

– I don’t want someone else’s child!” Sabrina became cold. It seems that her family plans were very different from those of her husband. – I want mine! Yours and mine!

– One was enough for me, – Steve waved the girl away. – I didn’t need you to be blown away like Patricia. Don’t you feel sorry for your beautiful figure?

– Get out of here, – Sabrina said with icy calmness.

– What do you mean?

– Literally. Go to your wife if she doesn’t send you away. But I would if I were her.

– Sabrina, I care about you, – the man did not understand where such a reaction came from… – We will live together perfectly…

– Get out!!!

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Steve, very angry and annoyed, returned to his apartment. He was ready to give his wife another chance to change. And he wanted to inform her about it almost from the threshold.

But silence reigned in the apartment. The TV was not working, the water was not running, even conversations were not heard.

– Are they sleeping or what?

Steve went to the bedroom, and there was the first surprise waiting for him. There was no crib. In principle, as well as other children’s things. The cabinets were also empty.

A sheet of paper was lying orphaned on the table.

“I agree to divorce, but forget about my son. I am not as helpless as you thought about me. I have good friends who will help me. And I have a small apartment, but it’s my own. I inherited it a month ago.

I endured your insults, naively thinking that everything would get better. But you dared to threaten me with the most precious thing in my life – my son. So this is goodbye. “

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– I’m tired of it, – Steve threw the spoon away, looking at his wife in disgust. – I can’t look at you! – Steve, – the woman said in confusion, – What happened? Not tasty? I tasted it. – What’s that got to do with it? – When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror? So go and look! And then ask me what’s wrong. You know, we’re getting a divorce.