Natalya Radulova - about honesty in marriage

Should I tell my loved ones the truth?

Natalia Radulova

“You’re too fat and you don’t seem attractive to me anymore,” after hearing this from her husband, Christina began to lose weight. Proper nutrition, a fitness club, jogging with a baby stroller in the park - she started so quickly that a year later, at her birthday, we could not recognize her. “I’ve lost thirty kilograms of body weight!” her husband proudly introduced her to the guests. “I still need to remove ten pounds. And pump up my butt, and the skin that hangs like wings on my arms.” A short man, unable to button his jacket on his belly, he demanded model perfection from his wife: “Christy, raise your arms, wave them - see? The skin is hanging! Just like a bat! There’s still work and work.” One of the guests, a trainer, began to explain that this place sags in everyone who has lost a lot of weight: “And in general, this is due to old age, bro! Especially for women. How old is yours? Thirty-five? Well, what did you want? No, no triceps exercises You can’t make your hands full like they were at seventeen.” The husband laughed: “Then we’ll cut. Scars are better than these wings.”

The hall was filled with random people. School friends of the birthday girl, the right people from the district administration, doctors, poets, friends from Facebook, neighbors in the old dacha - we were all gathered, apparently, in order to find out what a strong will Christina has. She stood next to her betrothed, listened, smiled, shook her hands and showed a photo “before losing weight.” It was impossible to understand whether she was embarrassed by what was happening or whether she even enjoyed it. It seemed like she hadn’t eaten anything the whole evening, she just blew out the candles on the cake. “Maybe this mole has already performed a gastric anastomosis on her,” one of the guests whispered to me, “and now her overstretched stomach is not able to digest more than two barley grains?” “You need to lose weight for yourself, and not for someone else,” another girl joined our conversation - few of those present could remain indifferent to what was happening here. There was even a lady psychologist: “If my husband truly loved, then Christina’s weight would not matter to him. But he is a tough businessman. Therefore, his classic tactics are threats and manipulation. Christina should pay attention to these alarming symptoms before than the spouse will find other reasons for dissatisfaction.” We found out that a year ago her husband threatened Christina with divorce: “If you don’t lose weight, dear, by next fall, get ready for trial,” we got alarmed and ate another piece of cake.

But men did not like King’s quote voiced by one of the women: “Only enemies tell each other the truth. Friends and lovers, entangled in a web of mutual debt, lie endlessly.” The men were outraged: “Only a truly loving person is able to say: “Christina, you are fat and scary” - and ultimately give her an incentive to become healthier and happier. Look how great this woman looks now. Without arms.” A man from the administration even proposed a toast: “To honesty! Only honesty will save a marriage!” — and then I heard from my now rather succumbing companion: “Do you want honesty, dear? You’re going bald!” The toaster turned around sharply, like an Indian dancer: “Shut up already, Silicon Valley!” In the corner, some dazzling party girl, one of those called chicks, waved off the coach: “Oh, you think I don’t know about your growth hormone and what it affects?” At the table, some woman shoved her husband: “Again? Pig!” And only Christina, thinner Christina, towering over us in her 20-centimeter stiletto heels - her belly in! - smiled and smiled.

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