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How many troubles bring husbands to wives! Why not they resort to save men from addiction: and they feed them with pills, and prick them with needles, and they drive them to hypnotists, and psychotherapists. And with the help of “unclean” power did not try?
Wow! So are we two? What station do you want to go to? ABOUT! Well, time – a wagon. Do you drink vodka? Holidays at home? well then empty the table, you will make me company. Well come on don’t hold up the dishes. Hammer. I don’t drink at home at all. Do not allow. Kaby wife! That’s just the point that not the wife. It happened 3 years ago.
You can’t say that I would get too drunk, but I succumbed tightly, and not just for the holidays. Wife, silent, only at night I cried very much when I came home on my eyebrows. I tried a couple of times give a voice, so I gave her a “show” – the neighbors called the police.
I don’t remember what we celebrated then, but certainly there was a reason! They brought me home, they handed me over to a kind spouse, she I dragged the beds, there I fell. At night I got up for little need, for I hold on to the wall, swaying to the toilet, heading. Suddenly something jumped I’m on the neck, I’m like a scream, but let it choke me! Wife woke up turned on the nightlight. I’m looking – she pressed against the wall, her eyes are like saucers, the mouth opens like a fish without water and is baptized without stopping. Himself Imagine: your husband screams like a speaker and jumps around the room like a shaman, geeky perfume.
I really feel the circles before my eyes go. Everything, I think, Amba! AND it suddenly dawned on me: as I shandarahna back against the wall, then “this” with me and fell. I turn around – I see a dirty gray cloud. how drove into it with all the force, and it answered me with an electric shock. Here is a scar with since then I wear. I took out a cigarette, lit it, went to the kitchen, I have it in the refrigerator, the little thing was kept for special occasions. And here is the case – much more special! With shaking hands, I pour a glass and I hear under ear such a quiet voice with a threat: “Do not stop drinking – I’ll finish that began”.
Since that case, I became a teetotaler. Have I seen him yet? Yet once. Then I didn’t come home on my eyebrows, but, slightly drunk. And at night I feel like something fell on my chest and in ear: “Forgot?” I’m like a scream, here my wife grabbed me, stroking me, soothing, in the ear affectionate words whispers, and in the other ear I hear: “Thank the mistress, she is kind to you.”
The more I go home, I’m not that drunk – with a smell of no-no. Only in on business trips I allow myself to give a little slack. It’s only a pity that I rarely get trips. Wife rejoices not overjoyed, daughter at us. That’s just sometimes when I look at her, they begin to bite me doubt. Somehow I pestered her, weren’t you doing it? She supposed what are you, how could you think of me, but the muzzle is very nice satisfied.
