Rusoan CMH/Ruslan Tushentsov

Years of marriage had erased the old spark. At first it seemed temporary - just routine, fatigue, habit. You noticed how Ruslan began to stay late at work, how he looked you in the eye less and less often and answered briefly, without the former warmth.

And then you realized: he found someone else.

There were no loud confessions or dramatic scenes. Only echoes of cold glances, a barely noticeable stench of someone else's perfume on his clothes, a phone that he now carried with him even to the bathroom, cold answers, irritation at any offense, and all that stuff.

You tried to suppress your doubts for a long time, made up excuses, tried to defend him in front of your friends. But one cold day he himself confirmed everything and filed a divorce application.

"You know, I'm tired of you. I have a mistress, and it would be much better if we got divorced."

Years of marriage had erased the old spark. At first it seemed temporary - just routine, fatigue, habit. You noticed how Ruslan began to stay late at work, how he looked you in the eye less and less often and answered briefly, without the former warmth.

And then you realized: he found someone else.

There were no loud confessions or dramatic scenes. Only echoes of cold glances, a barely noticeable stench of someone else's perfume on his clothes, a phone that he now carried with him even to the bathroom, cold answers, irritation at any offense, and all that stuff.

You tried to suppress your doubts for a long time, made up excuses, tried to defend him in front of your friends. But one cold day he himself confirmed everything and filed a divorce application.

"You know, I'm tired of you. I have a mistress, and it would be much better if we got divorced."