My friend, Kelly, has been married for a long time. Her husband is a cold man, not talkative, all serious. I have never seen him smile. I do not like such men. But the main thing is that my friend liked him. – With him I am like behind a stone wall, he is reliable and has no addictions. And the fact that he is unsociable is not a problem.
Soon the man had an accident and lost his legs. Kelly’s life changed. She was not alone. Her relatives and parents were there for her. But it is clear that she bore a large part of the responsibility. We sympathized and helped her as much as we could. But we had our own life.
And gradually our communication with her was reduced to messages and calls. We often went to the dacha with friends. There is a wonderful nature and cozy atmosphere there. After what happened to her husband, Kelly never joined us. But one day she called and invited herself. We gathered and she told us what hell she was going through. And the point is not that she is taking care of her husband and it is hard for her. The fact is that in fact her husband is in good condition, he is smart and can walk with crutches. But he prefers to lie down, do nothing, demands to be served everything he needs. And the more he lies down, the less chance he will be able to walk in the future.
He has become selfish. He doesn’t care about his young wife. Everybody owes him.
– Girls, I never told you, – Kelly admitted, – but before the accident I wanted to get a divorce. And now it’s too late. I have no right to leave him. And he takes advantage of my decency. I can’t confess to my parents either. They are far away, working, and they have their own problems. He left me to solve even such issues that should be solved by a man. I just need to make a phone call. But no.
Yes, friends, you wouldn’t even wish this on your enemy. I can’t even imagine how she feels. It’s hopeless.
