For example, tyranny. This term does not mean that a man stands over a favorite with willow twigs and forces you to wash his shoes with a toothbrush. Not at all. To become a domestic tyrant, we narrowed enough to say "how are you I was sick", to blame poorly heated dinner is a sinister plot against his health, constantly yelling at the kids and systematically to rant on a topic that is actually a woman with the same size of the breast and brain ought not to require blessed more attention.
Moral tyranny destroyed not one marriage or even two. Just yesterday I called a friend Ira, who was crying that her civil husband Alexander again caused a scandal because of nonsense". It turned out that she was asking a loved one to leave her... a couple of sausages for eggs. When Sasha consumed coveted sausages alone, Ira was surprised not finding them in the refrigerator. What favorite was indignant: "You asked for? I have not heard! You specifically said it quietly, then to accuse me and quarrel? " Of course, to doubt which of the two of them wanted a quarrel, it is not necessary. The scandal was raging midnight and sausages led to the definitions of "armless", "bad owner", "stupid", "hysterical". Not going to list all the "compliments" that Sasha gave jireh. Just to say that it seems that finally got me to divorce. However, Alex does not believe in it: "Yes, who needs it, in a month, how come crawling back".
Binge drinking. It is obvious that each lady, by linking your way of life with a man who abuse alcohol, dreaming that one day he this invention will throw. Of course, he will do it "for her sake"! Of course, it will be "much regret"! And, therefore, some time can bear.
Alas, the hunter of responsible men: I dare you to tell that to forgive alcoholism your sweetheart's still not worth it. Because, knowing the man's character, you can tell from the bottle human male will abandon, only if you tell him "if you drink you will die." And not the fact that he doesn't want to sacrifice my life for a couple of minutes of drunken revelry. Drink rich. Drink poor. Drink the happy and the unhappy, successful or unsuccessful. By day he's a solid worker of the Bank, and in the evening you take it out of the police station, because he had too much on the corporate and fell asleep in the middle of the subway car after street bullies stole his passport and boots. Don't ask how I know that! This is one of the lightest cases from my last family life. And if you ask me why I suffered alcoholism loved a few years, I hardly find comprehensible to the mind of the arguments.
The third quality that can't stand is, is greed. With greed, things are tricky. The diagnosis of "pathological miser" your man can be difficult, because he will always be able to skillfully appeal: "I save! " Savings, of course, a commendable thing. Here are just a hardly agree my student friend Alfiya that buying a new blouse for the office, left it in the hallway before you enter home. "Why? " - I was horrified one day I'm going to her house after shopping. "Why? replied Alfiya. He will bitch! Say, "Well, again, bought some unnecessary rag". So I better until the blouse here will leave, and then somehow put on and will say that it is a gift mom". The husband she loved to save... that's just became celibate after his huge scandal because of the new and "expensive" blinds in the bathroom.
The opposite of greed trait which does not deserve women's indulgence, is a extravagance. Agree, which is painful to hear from the man of her dreams: "I'm Sorry, I have no money to celebrate the anniversary: yesterday, well guys sat at the bar". No one will argue with the fact that friends should be all. And friendly drinking in the bar - this is quite normal. However, the bride of the hero of this story, my neighbor in the stairwell, was in tears. "You should have seen how he spends the money! - she complains. - Immediately after the salary he scattered them right and left, coming into a kind of euphoria, when it can not stop! He randomly buys clothes, eating the most expensive drinks and motivates this by the fact that life is short. Of course, life is short! And it will end very soon, because we will probably starve to death. I'm moving to my mother... I Want reliability".
The latter, maybe someone will seem trivial in the face of all the rest. But not only those, whose husband is a pathological slob. I have one relative, a man at 50. He was no stranger to romance, he's a sensitive and sociable person, but there is one drawback: it is incredible slob! And the family of my cousin, to be honest, raised in horrific conditions. He messily eats, looks untidy and wildly drawn to things. After the house looks like a barn, to find nothing impossible. And so in what form he manages to bring personal belongings! Forever zabryzgannoj the toilet seat and caked toothpaste and shaving foam bathroom mirror - classic his personal genre. Although the latter does not happen very often, personal hygiene is not his Forte. His wife complains that he feels an appliance for fixing swinsty, which breeds husband. Persuasion at least a little care of yourself, cause him a smile, saying, well, this is me; I. "I have known him for 20 years. Every year it is worse. Soon I'll get in bed his work gloves, covered in oil, and filed for divorce. I resent it with him to bed. ".
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