“Yes, it’s my apartment. No, my mother-in-law’s debts are not my problem. And yes—I’ve filed for divorce. I’m done being your ‘insurance policy.’”

— “Are you trying to give Mom a heart attack on purpose?” Nikolai flared up, tossing the TV remote onto the table like it was a grenade. — “Don’t be dramatic,” Elena replied wearily, not pausing from washing the dishes. “Let her at least stop rummaging through my cupboards first.” — “She wants what’s best […]

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“It’s your mother’s apartment—why should I be the one paying for it?” I asked my husband in surprise when he asked me for money for the next mortgage payment.

“Irina, I wanted to talk to you about something important,” Igor tapped his fingers nervously on the table, avoiding his wife’s eyes. Irina tore herself away from her laptop and looked at her husband closely. Something in his voice put her on guard. “About what?” she asked, closing the lid. “You see, my mom needs […]

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When Olga fell ill, her husband still showed up at the hospital for a while and then stopped. Well, “husband”—officially they never even registered their marriage. Uma, Olga’s friend, scolded her for that:

Uma, when she found out about the move, didn’t even try to hide her delight. “See? You’ll snag yourself a man right away.” “How can you say that!” “What? He’s a widower, and you’re basically one too. Don’t miss your chance, girlfriend!” Olga felt uncomfortable: did other people think that way too? Why do people […]

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My husband took out a loan in my name to buy his mother a gift — but my revenge cost more than the crocodile bag

The Crocodile Handbag Saturday turned out quiet. A fine drizzle streamed down the windowpanes in uneven trails, and the apartment smelled of freshly brewed tea and that special Saturday hush when you can finally relax after a workweek. Nika settled into the old armchair—the very one they’d inherited from Grandma, with its sagging seat and […]

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So I’m supposed to congratulate your mother on every holiday and give her expensive gifts, while you can’t even send my mother a message to wish her well?

— Egor, don’t forget—my mom’s birthday is tomorrow. He waved her off without taking his eyes from the laptop screen, where graphs and tables flickered. The gesture wasn’t so much rude as automatic, like someone swatting away a pesky fly. — Nastya, I remember everything. Don’t start. I told you—I remember. She kept quiet, pretending […]

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I don’t work day and night so your friends can live at our expense,” the wife said indignantly.

The apartment door creaked open at half past ten at night. Marina stopped in the entryway, slipping the heavy bag from her shoulder. Her legs hummed after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital—today had been especially hard. Three emergency admissions, endless tests, one discharge after another… And at home—laughter, clattering dishes, and that nasty smell […]

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