This weekend we have to go to the store again, the guy complained to his colleagues. – I have no strength anymore – one thing or another… Two weeks ago she demanded a new microwave oven, and now she needs a jacket
Men were shaking their heads and sympathized with him from the bottom of their hearts. He and his wife were frankly unlucky – she was a miser and a spender at the same time. Yes, it happens. It happens when you feel sorry for your own money, and other people’s money is spent as if there is no end to it, as if the man prints it.
But the guy did not print money. He was not an oligarch, not even a businessman – an ordinary office worker with an average salary. It is clear that, if compared with the average salary in the country, he received more than decent, but this spending of his wife made life very difficult.
The guy did not whine, did not complain, but sometimes he broke down – when the moment came “how sick of everything!” Today was just such a moment. As soon as the phones rang, announcing the transfer of salary, everyone smiled with satisfaction, but the guy was sad. He had his own plans for this money, and here – a jacket!
– The tenth one, probably, – the young specialist laughed.
– No, – the guy grimaced – not the tenth, of course… The first one. But she carried the old one for only three years. She says she doesn’t look the same anymore – she’s ashamed to go to work… But still! A microwave oven, and a jacket!
– Three years, – the oldest employee snorted. – Our parents wore outerwear for twenty years – and nothing! And here you have to buy new clothes for every season… And you are good too! What, I can’t hit the table with my fist? To say, “Have a conscience! It’s your fault, you spoiled her!
– Yes, I don’t understand something… – the colleague was distracted from calculations. He had been working here for only a few months, and was not yet aware of the guy’s situation. – You mean to say that your wife works, but you have to buy her a microwave oven and a jacket?
– Like this, – the guy sighed and lowered his head. The men remained silent, but the word “scoundrel” hung in the air.
– Girls, I’m so tired, – the girl was sobbing in the kitchen at her friend’s, where the gathering was hastily organized, – And how well it all started!
During maternity leave, I almost did not sit – my mother was engaged in kindergarten with my son, and I went to work a year later. Yes, the money was not very good, so I had to somehow twist and turn. Then my husband suggested such a scheme – until everything gets better.
In general, we live on my salary – food, utilities, and so on, and from his money we buy something big, like household appliances or outerwear. If my salary is not enough, he adds a little, but not much. But otherwise, he buys only big things.
It sounded logical: if you know that you don’t have enough money, you won’t spend much, you will rely only on yourself. But you don’t need to take out loans if the TV or refrigerator suddenly breaks down: you just go and buy it. And there, maybe, we will save up for a car…
In general, “on paper” everything was more than smooth. I could really calculate money so well that I almost never asked my husband for money for the household – it was enough. Moreover, when suddenly there were additional expenses, and I did not reach the salary, he scolded me and called me a spender. No, no! He gave money, of course, never refused, but I listened to such things that it was easier not to ask
Last month our microwave oven broke. And I am without it, as without hands! When you come home from work tired, every pot or pan that needs to be washed counts. And in the microwave oven – put it on a plate, and it’s ready!” – But you understand what I’m telling you. And my husband sometimes makes hot sandwiches, sometimes heats pizza… But it broke. The microwave.
– Let’s go, I said, let’s buy a new one! This one can’t be repaired. And the money is not much – it’s not a washing machine! – oh, what was there… How he screamed… But he bought it. And then for two more weeks, at every word I said, he pointed his finger at this microwave oven and said: “Did I get what you wanted? What more do you need from me?”
And as bad luck would have it, my jacket was torn in the bus… And how I cherished this jacket! I sewed the pockets and changed the zipper myself… I thought I would wear it for several more years – I liked it so much
And now – here you are… It’s not just me here, no atelier can sew it unnoticed… Of course, I showed my husband, told him how it happened. That it’s not my fault… And I need a new jacket… And he started screaming again – how shameless I am, I only think about how to spend his money… He bought me a jacket, but said that it would last me at least five years. And if it breaks before then, I can wear a vest – he doesn’t care, he won’t buy anything.
I do not know what to do, – the girl sighed and lowered her head. The girlfriends were silent, but a word was more and more tangible in the air. Or rather, three words – about the girl herself, about her husband and the situation in general
