THE HEARTH AT HOME CREATES THE PASSION IN THE HEARD...

THE HEARTH AT HOME CREATES THE PASSION IN THE HEARD...

...The guy was watching his wife there. He understood that he was not in love with her any more. She changed. And that woman was not any more the one whom he used to fall in love once. And there was no passion any more, too. The woman was staying all the time at the kitchen. And he used to know what would be her next words there. "Our married is like the flowers at the window: they are, but nobody cares..."- He was thinking there silently.

The wife has passed through, touched him with the hand and interrupted his thoughts. He was thinking about the lover at that time. "The black hair girl. This is were is a passion. I would depart to her place immediately, so much she turned me on and all thoughts are only about her".

He came up to the window and said that he did not love her any more. And that he could not live like this any more, and wish to go away. But, that he would not leave the children, and would help. And he closed the door, while the wife was still keeping silence there.

At the beginner there was a passionate love. But, the girl was very different from his wife and had different values there. She was almost all the time spending with friends, in the beauty making places, cafes... He started to feel the lack of money with such the style of her life. But, the worst thing for him there was that she did not take care about the house at all.

Once, when the guy came back tired and hungry from the job place, he found nothing there for dinner. It made him angry and he asked, if the girl had the intend to feed him. And the girl answered that she had been in the cafe with friends there. And offered him to find something at the kitchen.

The guy made her the remark that she was doing nothing there, just like taking care about herself. And, the girl answered that she did not employ herself like a cleaning lady there. "What? To clean, to cook, to deliver children? And when is there the time for taking care about beauty? And do not dare to tell me anything in that rude mood!" - She cut off.

The next day he did not go home directly, but immediately after the job place, went to the house of his ex-wife and children.

...The smell of food, the warm, the particular house comfort... This was the first what the guy has felt again when stopped at the door. And, poor outlook from the window already did not make him sad, like in the days of separation with the wife. He missed that atmosphere so much, he got it immediately. And the children, too. And the wife, the woman who was kind and friendly, too. She was smiling there, preparing the table and asking the sun how his day had passed there, and how was doing the daughter.

"What a fool I was. - He was thinking there silently. - And I was her man. The worst thing there is exactly that I WAS. Here is the place were is a fire and passion! And she knew how to keep the happiness in the family".. He was watching her pony tale...He understood that the woman was so natural, so dear for him. And he got the desire to go to bed only with her.. He was feeling shy. Shy that he did not understand it before, shy for leaving the family.. "I am so sorry. - He admitted there. - I was happy here. With the only one that loves and I love back"...