And of course, they need a large team, so they invite newcomers there for a purely symbolic sum, those who, like me, for example, have invested a little, about ten thousand dollars in total. At such an event, people are encouraged, given confirmation, helped not to give up, not to leave the path of help, and new arrivals are instilled with self-confidence and told how they can personally help.
I bought plane tickets, an entrance ticket, paid for a hotel and a visa for only sixty thousand rubles. These are mere pennies, just two average deferred salaries, and you are already in a completely different world. I'm not talking about geography, I'm talking about the level of thinking and environment.
On the fifth, with great enthusiasm, I rented a ballgown from a friend and rushed to the airport. Did I grieve for my husband then? Not for a second. Okay, just a little bit. Only occasionally did I allow myself to become sad, thinking about the inevitability of divorce.
The rest of the time I dreamed of meeting Tom Cruise, who, by the way, had previously appeared at such holidays.
Girls, you might laugh at my ambition, but I even thought that since he is not married, we might have an affair.
God! May my husband forgive me. By the way, I told him about this. But the dreams of a naive girl are not the same thing as reality. Although they never harmed me. Don't listen to people who tell you not to dream. “You are flying in the clouds, it’s time to come down to earth” — this is just the envy of a desperate person who no longer knows how to use his imagination, which means he has closed his own borders to new horizons.
My imagination has never let me down. It may have disappointed me from time to time, but it never let me down. I wouldn’t have what I have now if I weren’t so easy-going, and maybe even frivolous in some ways.
Read “Alice in Wonderland” again, but from the perspective of an adult, and you will see a lot of useful things there.
So, I flew to the UK. At the airport I met my friends who were heading there. We had fun, we laughed all the way. Yes, these were men, two Andreys, but incredibly cheerful and kind. They supported me very well then. The three of us went to all the daytime meetings before the main ball. I felt supported, as if we had been friends for a hundred years.
By the way, from the travel section, I would like to note that in October it is very warm in England. I wore a dress without a cape, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the green grass smelled fresh, and even the occasional light rain did not cool the air temperature. Marvelous. I fell in love with this place. It was just after that trip, by the way, that I wrote “Alone. The story of a man who fell in love with a witch." England inspired me to write about it.
The ball itself was great. The waiters are of the highest level, everything is clear, all commands are on the radio. Non-alcoholic wine that can easily be confused with the usual one. The dessert — a broken chocolate pot with biscuit moss — surprised me, who was not yet experienced in such things. On stage they congratulated outstanding personalities in charity, and in the end everyone danced near the stage to contemporary performers of the same crowd.
Sober, happy, no madness, everything is laconic and moderately restrained in the British way. It’s just cozy and warm surrounded by strangers, but such kind people.
I was returning to the hotel with a friend who lived in the same place as me. We exchanged a few words. She was also on the verge of divorce, but on her initiative. The girl is very light and seems to be unencumbered by anything. And so it turned out. By a lucky chance, she inherited three apartments in St. Petersburg, and there was no shortage of money.
That's when I started thinking. What if I were also financially independent, would I try so hard to get my husband back? Or she blessed him with a new wife, and she moved on to realize her dreams. Would you think about the reputation of a bad wife, and the absence of a new partner for a long time, or not?
I probably wouldn't care. If not for one thing, I still loved my husband.
Then the obsession with saving the marriage in any way left me. I calmed down. Like a breath of fresh air, I realized self-love. I just needed to borrow money from somewhere and reach a new level of income in order to repay the debt and fully provide for my existence, without relying on anyone.
The next day we flew home.
By the way, we also had time to walk around London before departure. The impressions were only positive: Buckingham Palace and Big Ben made me fall in love with London, and these are not all of its attractions, which, unfortunately, we did not have time to visit.
Returning to Russia, I began to write a lot. Work and write again.
The fact that I made a list of all the pros and cons of reuniting with my husband also added to my self-confidence. For the first time in this time, I approached the situation logically.
Having seen eighteen minuses and twenty pluses, the choice became obvious.
The strategy turned out to be simple. “Men love with their eyes” and “Men hate hysterics.” That is, it was necessary to do two things: buy moderately sexy, but elegant clothes and start communicating with Vladislav quite boldly, without a drop of offense, and also not react to a single remark, criticism or insult on his part.
Like a real soldier, a well-trained fighter, I began to make pilgrimages to his office.
Three times a day, in the morning before the meeting, at lunch and in the evening after work, we smoked through his window and talked.
I was incredibly pretty, modest and pliable.
He could tell me things like: “I don’t love you anymore and I’m unlikely to ever love you again,” “I intend to get a divorce, you should give me a divorce,” “it’s all your fault, it’s you who brought me to this decision.” “,” “you are frigid,” “you allowed yourself to be unkempt at home,” “you constantly reminded me of ex-men, which hurt my male pride,” “you betrayed me by choosing to work with Nikolai,” “you are greedy, mercantile, corrupt.” young woman". You know, he doesn't think that way anymore. And not only because I changed, but because I wasn’t like that before, and he was simply wildly offended.
And it’s good that I understood this and didn’t take a single word seriously.
Another great advantage was his calmness and willingness to communicate. All October I was engaged in a strategic and systematic capture of his heart. In fact, I fell in love with myself all over again. Since I had no competitors, I was the only one who flashed before his eyes, so beautiful and sexy. Even if he wanted to find a replacement for me, it wasn’t easy, because he didn’t go anywhere except work, and there were only girls he didn’t know online. He understood that upon closer examination (communication) with these girls, in five years the same picture could begin, the same hysterics and bed problems. At forty years old, he was tired of this, and was not particularly eager to look for someone right now.
Although there was one woman, his partner, ten years older, attractive, divorced and terribly interested in Vladislav.
She probably wanted to take my place, but her dignity and some decency kept her from doing anything until we divorced. I saw her readiness, like a greyhound at the start of a fox hunt, but it was only an intention, not an attempt, for which I am grateful to her.
You know, I even once sent him a photo of our future children, taken in a special application, you know, for stupid women who suffer from nonsense. To which he only complained that I was really suffering from nonsense.