Complicated

Don't you think that women are far more complicated than men?

We had been married for 19 years. We parted few times and always came back together. This time I took a step farther and after 3 years of non-stop fighting filed for divorce. Not that I wanted to be free,  I wanted to hurt Him, I wanted Him to feel guilty, lonely and miserable. 

And here I am, divorced and separated for  almost two months. I cannot sleep at nights, I cry for hours without a reason ( it's anxiety crisis, doctor says).  I feel that I failed, I feel guilty, lonely and miserable.

And then one day He comes to my place. He looks fit and tanned, with no visible signs of stress. And I tell him, that I feel sorry for being rude and arrogant, for not respecting his interests, for neglecting him and so on. He listens with interest, eating digestives straight out of the packet and almost doesn't interrupt (that is quite odd for him). Then He shakes the crumbs off his knees, looks at me and takes a deep breath.  My heart beat goes down to zero. "Here it is,- I think,- the moment came. Now he'll tell me how awfully solitary he feels, how much he regtets of being nusty to me and that he misses me terribly"   So He looks at me and says: "Baby, do you want to have sex?"  "Yes"- I sob. Then he gets out the best of his smiles : "Come on. Come here." .....

Later,  before to go away he stops at the door and takes a deep breath. My heart beat goes down to zero: "Now he will tell me how much he loves me, how much he needs me every moment of his life and that he cannot live without me".  So He says : "You know, when I told you that I've slept with 40 women , that wasn't quite true".

- A hundred? (Me)

- Eghh... (Him)

- More? (Me)

- Quite few more, (Him) but the that was before I've met you.

Then he goes away and I stay. I cannot sleep at night, I cry for hours without a reason (it's all that anxiety crisis) and I think, that I'm too complicated for Him, and that I've been with a man who doesn't understand my feelings for last past 19 years of my life, and then  I spend 200€ on new underwear.

The End.