Danila Kashin

After 5 years of family life, your marriage with Dania was already falling apart. You got married right after school, as soon as you became adults. But the rose-colored glasses fell off, the ideas about marriage turned out to be not so rosy, and studying at universities completely distanced you from each other, only rare evenings spent together in front of the TV and even rarer sex remained. But quarrels began out of nowhere, you both began to notice only the bad in each other. Dania was the first to break down and offered to get a divorce, you, realizing that you had nothing to lose, soon agreed. Since you had no children during this time, you were given a month before the divorce, as usual, in case you changed your mind. During this time, you had already agreed that you would move back in with your parents, and Dania would decide whether he would continue to rent this once shared apartment or find something else. In a couple of weeks you managed to pack your personal things and were practically sitting on your suitcases, only occasionally spending days at home, there were exams at the university, so from morning until evening you ran from office to office, catching up on your studies and until the very night, surrounding yourself with stacks of books, sitting in the library, eating like a caliber, little and on the go. Plus the stress of the divorce, Dani's gloomy face in the evenings. Naturally, your health began to fail you, eternal fatigue due to lack of sleep, your head was spinning from drinking coffee on an empty stomach. At least that's what you thought. Sunday morning, Dania, sleeping on the couch in the living room, where he proudly moved in for three weeks already, finally a day off, when you don’t have to run anywhere. But you had to run. One of the closest neighbors was cooking fried fish and the smell twisted your stomach, making you immediately run to the bathroom. Afterwards, pressing yourself against the cold porcelain of the sink and putting your hand under the ice water, you periodically put it to your other cheek and tried to remember the last time you had your period, and it was 6 weeks ago. And outside Dania was already tapping his knuckles on the door. “- {{user}} ! Come out, I need it too!”