Women's ways of solving problems.

If you think that when I passed the exams and got my license, all my problems were over, you are wrong. Problems arose often, considering that I drove a car every day. My husband, when I passed my driver's license, said, "It's nothing. Try to handle the maintenance of the car. I didn't want you to learn to drive, and I'm not going to take care of your car." Because the driver has to do it himself.

I was offended, of course. Then I got angry and said to myself, "I'll figure it out somehow, I have to prove to him that I can." Besides, what could be the problem?

Pretty soon it turned out that I didn't know how to fill up my car, and I had to go to gas stations with gas station attendants. I didn't know where the button to open the tank was. They helped me at the gas station (I endured the laughter).

I complained to a friend and she said, "Put on a pink dress and pretend to be a silly doll" at gas stations and car repair shops, which is what I always do. I looked at her surprised and incredulous.

What do you mean, stupid? I'm smart. A friend said "it works." So I bought a pink dress (that's a silly women's dress to me) and wore it to go out on the town. "Don't forget the silly look", said the friend, "no glasses. I decided that if I wore bright colors, I'd look sillier.

Pink scarf, stilettos, the look is complete. I was driving and I was afraid that the car would go bad and I wouldn't fix it, my husband used to scare me about it all the time.

And I started to hear whistling after a few days. The thing is that I did not buy a new car, as I was sure that I would definitely crash it. And then the whistle!

I didn't tell my husband (what's the point?), and went to the car service in my pink outfit. With a silly look I said that there was a "whistling" in the car. And the master looked at me with the expression "what can I take from her, she has no mind at all" and started to look at the car.

It turned out that the belt "on the alternator" had dried out and stretched. The foreman was sure of his diagnosis. And reassured me "buy it and we'll install it right away". What do you mean buy? Where and how to choose it?

Enjoying the fact that he clearly surpasses me in knowledge, the master said that there are no belts for my car, but you can pick up a similar one in the store and gave me a belt in my hands. That means I have to buy it without a car, I can't drive.

I mentally wished the master that his wife would give him tights in his hands like that with the wish "buy tights with the same number of dans". And I went to the nearest store. In the store, happiness was waiting for me from the queue of men at the cash register.

Seeing my unhappy pink visage with the belt "on the alternator" in my hands, everyone started to help me. A discussion ensued as to which one to choose for my mini car. I could see that my friend's method was "working".

I began to breathe easier, and I started to play the image of a "silly blonde" more confidently. In the end, the men chose me a universal wrench for the car (I didn't have one), and happily, with a new belt in my hands, I went to the car service. Further shots of the winner: "they change my belt", and "I'm going home with a victory".

I confidently came home and my husband asked "how was your ride?", "what's with the silly dress?". I carelessly said (I wrote down the phrase in advance): "I actually changed the belt on the alternator today.

And this is my new favorite dress

I've been an overeater for years. Impulsively eating sweets. No, not like that: grabbing all the food that was at home until my stomach started to hurt. Of course, I gained weight. My wife started making comments about me being fat. She generally made a lot of remarks to me every day: I often did, in her opinion, everything wrong. We fought a lot...I would get frustrated and go and eat , eat , eat. I started going to the gym. It didn't help, the weight went down a little and then came back up again. I wanted to find another wife...I looked at myself in the mirror and thought "who needs me fat". One day I approached a slim man at a training session and asked him how and what he would recommend. thanks to him, he listened to me carefully. And he said: "I couldn't lose weight until I left my wife, who was always scolding me". Leaving my wife!!! I dreamed of it. I wonder if this will help. Another month went by and my wife and I came to the conclusion that we should get a divorce. We drew up the necessary papers and I began to feel sobodny. For the time being, I stayed living with my wife while we resolved the property issue. My wife stopped yelling at me (I'm not her husband anymore) and our relationship became more even. And surprisingly, I stopped eating too much. I stopped craving sweets. My weight finally started to drop. I was delighted and surprised. And the wife started, anoborot eating a lot and gaining weight. I felt sorry for her, but I wanted to lose weight and my freedom helped me. I started reading about it on the internet, and I realized that I was in a "psychological prison". I will try not to get into it again. and my wife is in a psychological prison. I don't know whether to be happy or sad for her.

Can someone just tell me if I’m overreacting???

I’ve been married to my husband for a year. We’ve known each other for about three years. He has this female friend, I’ll call her Mary, whom he has known since his teens. They’ve spent a lot of time smoking weed and making music together; he calls her “his bro” and likes to go to concerts with her and her brother (who was also part of their former teen band). When we started dating, I knew of their friendship because we met through her brother. She looked like a tomboy when she was younger, I’ve seen lots of her photos. But she has changed since then, she’s a woman now, and she’s single most of the time (she had some partners, but nothing lasted for too long, unfortunately).

At first, I tried to be patient about it. After all, I have friends too, and I can’t expect my husband to spend time only with me. But my patience grew thinner as time went on. They have this bond that seems unbreakable. I swear, my intuition tells me Mary has feelings for my husband. The way she acts around him is just not right. She's always touching his arm, leaning in too close when they talk, laughing a little too much at his jokes. And don't even get me started on the way she dresses when they go to concerts together. It's like she's trying to show off for him, to get his attention in a way that makes me sick to my stomach. My husband also hangs out with her family quite a bit, so much so that I’m beginning to think they want their daughter to be with him too (or maybe they hoped so in the past??) Anyway, I did not grow up with them to see their dynamics, but I find Mary’s behavior inappropriate. For example, last weekend we were at an after-party drinking beer and having fun with a couple of my friends, and Mary turned out to be there too. She said “hi” to me and then practically jumped into my husband’s arms, as if they hadn't seen each other for years… which made my friends raise their eyebrows, and when Mary proceeded to drag him to the dance floor exclaiming it was THEIR favorite song, one of my friends came up to me and asked what was going on. She later came up to me and asked multiple times if I was ok with it. I didn’t want to make a scene in front of my friends, so I shrugged it off, but I talked about it with my husband when we were back home. And he acted as if I were a jealous wife, petted me on the back, and such… said I was unreasonable and that if not for Mary’s brother we wouldn’t have met, so I was definitely imagining Mary’s love for him… he was a bit drunk, still I felt very stupid. So the next time she came to our house to chill with us, I took her aside and politely told her that though she was my husband’s friend, she was not his best friend, because I was his wife and his best friend now, that he chose to share his life with me. She said nothing and acted very coldly all that evening, ignoring me etc, but she told my husband about our small girl talk, probably exaggerated things a lot, and my husband now says I overreacted and that I’m complicating things…

Please, someone, anyone, tell me what I should do?? Am I just being paranoid and insecure? Should I believe that Mary’s feelings for my husband are purely platonic? Or should I confront him about my concerns and risk causing a rift in our marriage?

His wife and I are the same now

Yes! Now his wife and I are the same! I'm the second woman in his cage.... I easily agreed to have a relationship with him knowing he was married. What's it to me? I just want to have fun. And how well we had fun!!! Dancing, drinking, sex. He gave me money to support myself. My friends envied me: I had a rich lover. Everything was great! He even had feelings for me. The businessman, who was tough in life, allowed me everything, even to say mean things to him. I was allowed everything, I was a "favorite doll". I didn't work, he gave me enough money. Beautiful! But then, from all the beauty in my life, I started to fall in love with him. I got jealous of his wife.My wife had been jealous for a long time, she was against my husband's "absences". And I laughed at it, and thought "poor guy, you can't even have fun anymore". And then I started to get jealous. I didn't want him to organize evenings with friends, he should be only with me. I'm his favorite doll, I'm the prettiest, I have good sex. And we started having arguments. At one point he said, "You're like a wife. "I used to have a good time with you, and now these scandals. And now I'm like a bored doll thrown, figuratively speaking, in the closet. And lover's outings continue. We are now with his wife became a "friend in misfortune", who lost the fight against" walks. I want him back, what to do ...