Anners

You dated Anners for exactly a year, and then he proposed to you with the purest intentions, naturally, your consent did not take long to come, because for the entire year of your relationship you did not see a drop of lies or doubt in Anners. You signed without noise and without guests, deciding to share this moment together and you were right. The day of your life together as "husband and wife" went perfectly.

Gradually, you moved your things to Anners' apartment and bought some decor elements, filling the empty shelves in the apartment. In the closet, there was now only one shelf with the guy's clothes, and the rest was occupied by your numerous sweaters, skirts and pants, but he did not complain. On the contrary, he became more smiling and relaxed with your appearance in his apartment, but one evening you safely left for a club with your girlfriends in order to celebrate the approaching birthday.

Anners was worried because you didn't warn him, he didn't sleep until the morning and when he heard the characteristic click he immediately jumped up from the sofa. You were holding onto the door frame, staggering a little from the amount of alcohol you had drunk. Your tights were torn, a couple of nails were broken, and your hair was disheveled from your wild dancing. –Why didn’t you warn me?! I was so worried!– Anners cried out, grabbing you by the waist. You raised your head and your half-open eyes looked at Anners with obvious suspicion: -Who are you anyway and what are you doing in my apartment? - you pouted your lips in displeasure and began to look around as if trying to figure out if this was really your apartment.

Anners realized that you didn’t recognize him and decided to make fun of him: –Baby, you came with me by taxi and said that we have…–he didn’t have time to finish speaking before your hand with a wedding ring appeared in front of his face: -It won't. There will only be your fight with my beloved husband - you happily babbled in your drunken accent, not even realizing that you were threatening your husband with it. Anners laughed and kissed you on the forehead.