I met my husband 11 years ago, when he was on a business trip to our city. We got married, he stayed at my place. He quickly found a job in a big supermarket as a security guard. I can’t say that it was prestigious, but we were happy with everything, we had enough money, we didn’t ask for anything extra. We only received help from my parents when my daughter was born, and now I work myself, and our finances are fine. We also have a separate apartment.
When my husband came to work, he got a new hobby: Friday night baths and saunas with his colleagues, except for those who are now on shift. The place of dislocation changed often, they say, everywhere their own chip, though my husband always honestly said where they were. I didn’t like it very much. Not only were his Friday nights busy, but it was suspicious! Everyone knows that usually girls of easy virtue are called to such places.
But my husband always said, “Give me just one night a week to relax in the company of friends and colleagues, we are there to wash and drink beer, nothing more. It’s just a vacation, the other days I’m with you!”. I put up with it, but often called him, he did not always answer and referred to the fact that he was in the steam room. But I couldn’t get my thoughts out of my head; I kept imagining that he was there with some lady in a separate room.
That would have been fine, but it was my colleague who confused me. We work on a Friday, it’s the end of the day, I have to pick up my daughter from kindergarten. We got to talking about husbands, I told her that mine has a hobby – Friday night baths and saunas from 5 pm. She was like, “No way! That’s guaranteed adultery! They call prostitutes there, because with friends and can get together in a restaurant or somewhere in a billiard room. Where did yours go to the baths today? I replied that I always know where he is, and now too. The colleague just smiled and said nothing.
How she got me all worked up! At 6 pm, while running to get my daughter in kindergarten, all she called her husband, but the phone was off (as it turned out later, there is a bad reception). In a hurry I packed my daughter, pulling her in the drifts to the sauna, the door is not locked, the administrator is not in place, and even if he was, would have swept out of the way. I burst into the lounge, there’s a table set, sitting six men in sheets (and mine is also there), and two girls. True, also in sheets, but who are they?
From the threshold, I threw a real tantrum, right in front of my frightened daughter. I pointed my finger in the direction of the girls, asking who they were. My husband looked at me with hatred and stone face, and the other men realized the situation and began to assure me that these are also their colleagues, worked before at the cash desk, now, though both resigned, but the friendship remained, and the girls themselves have assured me of this. But I could not calm down, yelling at my husband and these girls, insulting them. The receptionist came running and apologized for the unlocked door. They called me a cab and I left with my daughter, threatening my husband.
I sat at home, waiting for him to come back, further inflaming myself. An hour later he comes in, walks past me, pulls out a suitcase, throws his things off the rack into it, about to leave. I change my anger for mercy, ask him to stay and talk quietly, figure things out, but he pulls me out of the way and leaves.
It’s been over a week now. I know that he is now living at a colleague friend’s house, doesn’t talk to me, drops his call. He recently transferred money for daughter. That’s all! I called our mutual friends, asked to talk to him, they tried, but he immediately changes the subject, saying only that I embarrassed him very much. I am not privy to the intricacies of my husband’s work, I have never been acquainted with his coworkers, except to sometimes go to his work and see some of them in the bathhouse.
Now I’m sitting here thinking, what have I done? I analyze that day: the boss arranged the dispersal, and on top of that this colleague added fuel to the fire. She’s single and jealous of everyone who has a family.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe they’re not cashiers. Maybe it was an excuse, the first thing that came into her head? Maybe they’re cashiers, but why are they in a man’s company? It’s not decent, is it?
How do I get my husband back? Or maybe I shouldn’t?
