Family relationships have always been smooth and respectful, becoming such after the first years of unrestrained passion. Birth of Artem largely cooled the former fervor, but replaced him with tenderness and affection, such a characteristic is necessary for a strong married couple.
However, at a certain stage, the evenness of the relationship played against us, or rather, I relaxed and loosened my feelings and emotions. Natasha I loved, and even thoughts about the affair or the affair I had, and she did not give reason to doubt his loyalty. Yes, she is very beautiful, my platinum blonde, teeth-pearls, and she works as a dentist in a private clinic. By the way, that's how we met, when I came to her for treatment. Fell in love with her eyes, since a large part of his face was hidden by the mask...
And legs! I was very fond of her legs... you know, the robe slightly open, but you just feel like the knees of a beautiful girl hit you in the side, but I can't and the eye of the story, because lying in the chair, and eyes focused drills you simultaneously with a drill bit of the drill...
But I digress... now, it so happened that the smooth family life dulled my attention to Heather, and in the furniture business, which I did, the problems started. I have debts that are even able to repay, but the family already had nothing left. Well, the nerves, of course, let down, And I began to drink.
A lot! The bottle could be sentenced, and then also to catch up with the beer on top. Well, not at a time, and during the evening... No, I did not brawl, did not shout obscenities good, moreover, did not raise a hand to your favorite son, but it was just enough that I was abused! And like I knew I had to stop, but every time I say to myself well they say that a little debt will understand things to fix, and all...
And at some point, like when debts were repaid and difficulties were not foreseen, I realized that I can not stop... continue to drink, because he lived in the feeling that now again can start some kind of financial disorder, and all that stuff...
With Natasha we began to leave, and it was not anything strange: sometimes waking up in the morning, I felt like I was stormy, so she did not smile to make love to me when I smelled sportages.
And I don't know, then under the influence of alcohol, not from the fact that Natasha was in sight and I tried to dig a hole, but I began to show a complex of inferiority and suspicion to Natasha. I seriously began to suspect that she had a man. One of the customers.
Directly she didn't say that, but it was a feeling she tried to look good for someone. To follow not followed, jealousy tortured, mail not checked, but rather he understood that with me something not that... And the fact that Natasha was beautiful, did not leave my attention, and I was tormented by suspicions. Albeit unfounded, but still...
He continued to thump!
And here once we with Natasha and I were talking. When she said we need to talk, I at first thought that she recognized me in the affair. My heart sank...
And it turns out she just got tired of my drunken look! As a doctor she was afraid of me as a loving woman — experienced. I haven't tried something to persuade, because he knew that she was right, wholly right, and I told her to disperse on time.
Was chasing I 2 moment: he realized that it's time to quit the booze, and it was going to live a little and drink one in black to tie if not forever, then for a long time! And preferably to Natasha and Artyom didn't see it. Although I must say that none of my relatives and I myself alcoholism did not suffer, but I suddenly began to happen that much...scary
Natasha agreed, but it is not just given. Not sure what thoughts were jumping in her head at that moment, but it's good that she let go of me! Seriously, if resisted, I would... I don't know, I would have just continued to live in the same mode. And maybe more.
In General, lucky that the Theme was holidays, and he went to camp, and Natasha moved to different locations. She stayed home and I went to the parent center.
Some time was difficult, of course, I really wanted to call her, to see her, but stifled the impulses of alcohol. And I was exasperated that she announced herself. And from thinking that his wife could be with someone in that moment, when I have booze in the house alone, I'm even more depressed myself...
Some days I do booze in black, in umat... even at work scored. But could not afford: I'm a Director of the company named after himself! Been calling and asking the accountant to do, and if no emergency, spent his time in idleness.
Natasha I called her, but to learn how Themes. And I felt that she answered me as something cold was in a hurry to change the subject, but my suspicious questions said that all is well. And even asked me why I'm drunk again, which I didn't find the answer.
I clearly understood that it's time to quit the booze, otherwise you'll end up dead, and his family will end!
And then one day just would not drink! Just gone, and all...
Yes, there was a break-up, was the urge, the desire at least a little, which I do not concede, but it's not about that...
Was just going to end Temin change, it was necessary to take him from the camp, and Natasha agreed that we will know him together. But here an involuntary question: and then what? In their addresses? The theme didn't on us... the Month that kid can't run that native lives apart!
Phoned, and I can not start a conversation, saying, what are we going to do?
Natasha began very cautiously:
— Don't you drink now?
— For the second week, ' I replied.
— Here's how... something in her voice was such as if she regretted not calling sooner. And then asked: — do You mind if I swing by tonight and talk...
I didn't mind.
Romantic evening I didn't, and with dinner no entries came up. Okay, that at least in the apartment in order, the dust is wiped off and the bottle battery does not stand under the sink.
Natasha came home from work. Black cropped dress, large beads-pearls, a pearl and an equally large teeth! For the time that we saw each other she seemed to become younger and fresher. Hair were placed along the shoulders, without any tweaks, but for some reason I just pierced memories: 15 years total we were together, and that day hair Natasha lay on the shoulders also when I first brought her home. Intimacy was not there, but crossing the threshold of the house, it crossed the area of my free living area.
We were glad to meet, but somehow restrained myself: do not hugged, not kissed. Poulybalis each other, Yes, went to the kitchen. Just came coffee... Or tea, I do not remember exactly...
Talked easily and accurately and there was no separation. The question of how are we going to get the Subject resolved itself... Now, when it was necessary to solve the question of how to proceed, we shut down.
For some reason I was afraid to hear his words that he was ready to return, her confession that she is not ready to accept me. To make up for the pause, I suggested to drink tea, and Natasha agreed.
I got up to sneak a glance at her bare feet. Neat pedicure was done very recently, and I involuntarily detained look on manicured her toes.
Natasha had great legs, which she literally drove me crazy. Even now, I sometimes watched as the men looked her in the trail, it was worth it just to wear a skirt above the knees....