I am thirty years old. I am not married yet. I have my own one bedroom apartment that my parents helped me buy. I gave them the money so that the property was honestly earned.
Kevin and I met last year. We crossed paths at the local café, where we usually ate lunch. He was younger than me, but I didn’t mind that. He wooed me handsomely and complimented me, so I melted. He lived in the countryside. He had a car, bought by his parents, but he mostly took the electric train to work because of the traffic.
Last month Kevin proposed to me. I understand that the clock is ticking, but I took off the rose-colored glasses a long time ago. We decided to live together for a while and then announce our decision to my parents.
My apartment is fully equipped for comfortable living. I had already got used to running my own household, so I did not want to change anything. On weekdays I hardly ate breakfast, but on weekends I tried to cook something tasty. Semi-finished foods were present in my diet, too, because I had no time to cook.
Once a month I bought all the groceries – that was enough for me. My grandmother also gave me all kinds of vegetables, meat, dairy products. What’s my point? The point is that Kevin basically had everything ready to go. There was a move planned for Saturday. I cooked, cleaned, and prepared everything for the new tenant. And so began our trial version of married life.
Day 1.
I made it to work before Kevin did, so I decided not to wait for him, and cooked dinner. I didn’t go to the store, because I knew I had all the groceries I needed at home.
– Sweetie, I’m free. Do you need anything at the store?
– Buy something for tea, – I said.
He comes home with a few eclairs, and begins to resent:
– Look how much they cost! It’s a nightmare! Such a lot of money! I hope they taste good at least.
I let all that information pass me by. The second day. We were free at the same time. I go into the store to get milk, bread, and other small things. Kevin stands, I pay.
Third day. No one went to the store – we finish what’s left.
Day four. I finished early again. I got home and started frying potatoes. When Kevin called, I asked him to buy some herring.
– It’s not herring, it’s red fish. Why do they ask for such money? – he grumbled.
I felt uncomfortable, because herring costs pennies. Moreover, he took one half of the fillet. The fifth and sixth day. I bought all the groceries myself. On the fifth day I served rice with meatballs for dinner, and on the sixth day – potatoes with chicken. All from my “bachelor” supplies.
– What’s for tea? Didn’t you buy anything? – Kevin declared.
Day seven. I started cooking dinner and noticed that the freezer was already empty. I call Kevin and tell him I have to go grocery shopping.
– You go with your parents and I’ll go to the village,” he said.
The eighth day. Kevin came back from his parents full. Of course, he didn’t care if I ate.
Day nine. Since my parents couldn’t come with me, Kevin gave up. You should have seen what was going on at the cash register when it came time to pay. He pulled out his wallet, and then started to get indignant:
– “Let me see it again, it’s really expensive. I don’t have that much money. My girlfriend will pay now.
He gave me about 2,000 rubles, and I had to “pay” the rest. The entire way, he was indignant and kept saying that we didn’t eat that much. I couldn’t stand it, I spoke out, and we fought.
Day ten. We only made up over dinner, which I had prepared.
Day eleven.
– Shall we go to the movies? And then grab a bite to eat somewhere? – I ask Kevin.
– A snack? We left a crazy amount of money at the supermarket, we bought groceries. We’ll eat at home.
We went to the movies. On the way home, I defiantly bought myself a pizza, ate it, and didn’t bother making dinner.
It was the twelfth day.
– We went to make up. I bought candy for tea,” Kevin came home from work.
I came into the kitchen and didn’t play hard to get.
– They’re expensive. I also had a fight in the store, the price on the price tag was one, and they were punched in another. Are they made of gold or something? That’s okay, you can treat yourself.
I said I had a headache and went to bed.
The thirteenth day. Kevin went to see his parents. I had dinner with a friend at a cafe.
Day fourteen.
– We’re out of pasta,” Kevin says in the morning.
– And powder, and dishwasher detergent, and soap. I won’t make it to the store today, so you come over and I’ll write a list.
A few hours later I’m sitting in a meeting, and the message comes in: “A thousand and a half is gone. Nightmare!”
I told him, “Kevin, I don’t think we’re going that way. Pack your things and leave. Bye.”
When I got there, he was gone, and so was half the food in the fridge. He was paying, too! He’s a good man, nothing to say, just the kind of man to build a family with. I’m glad I was able to put a stop to it in time.
