This lazy woman is hanging on my neck, I’d kick her out, but I feel sorry, she’ll perish without me..

Her husband even started getting angry and voicing complaints to Olivia. «Why is the apartment such a mess?» he raised his voice at his wife. «Look, dust in the corners.

Our home has turned into a dump. I slave away at work, and what is my wife doing meanwhile? Olivia, are you sleeping all day?

So tired from work that you can’t rest now? Time to wake up, hello!» «Nicholas, you know I’m on my feet all day looking for a job,» Olivia defended herself. «I just got back from another interview.

And you know what, I feel like this time luck will finally smile on me. You’ll see.» «You say that every time!» «This time it’ll be different, I assure you,» his wife said in a conciliatory tone.

«I’ll quickly tidy up now and we’ll have dinner.» «Have dinner with what? Store-bought dumplings again?» Nicholas still grumbled.

«No problem, I can fry some cutlets.» «Olivia, are you mocking me?» Nicholas roared. «They’re store-bought too, and I want normal, homemade food, not semi-prepared stuff made who knows when.

It’s all chemicals.» Olivia just shrugged, and her husband continued. «Stop running around the city, you’ve neglected the household, and there’s no result.

Better take care of the apartment, you won’t find a normal job anyway, at least do your duties properly.» Olivia then thought, maybe her husband was right, better for her to stay home, so at least the apartment would be in perfect order. In the end, she stopped trying to find a decent job, hoping it would save their family boat from the approaching storm…

How wrong she was. Big changes happened with Nicholas. Previously calm and composed, he turned into a real domestic tyrant.

He reproached his wife over the slightest thing, whether it was a late lunch or dust on the dresser. The husband himself apparently considered himself, if not a god, then a ruler and benefactor. Like, what a klutz and lazybones he married, how much good he’s done for her.

She’s ungrateful, sitting on his neck with her feet dangling. Gradually, reproaches became the norm for the family. «Ugh, did you oversalt the soup!» Nicholas almost squealed, bringing a spoon of freshly cooked stew to his mouth.

«This is impossible to eat!» And the plate mercilessly flew into the trash. «I tasted it, the stew is tasty,» his wife said in confusion. «I cooked it for three hours.»

«Then cook it again!» Nicholas yelled, so that there’d be a normal lunch in half an hour. «How much food are you wasting? At least be ashamed!» «I don’t have a printing press!» «You need to be more economical!» «Stop squandering the family budget!» Olivia tried to hold on.

She endured Nicholas’s reproaches stoically, most of which, in her opinion, were made up out of thin air. And she hoped that her husband would turn back into the old Nicholas she fell in love with and married. But his character only worsened.

Perhaps Olivia would have been glad to move out from him. But she had no housing of her own, nor any savings stash. It turned out she became financially dependent on her husband.

Nicholas knew this and increased the number of attacks every day. If before only Olivia’s cooking skills and housekeeping were criticized, now it was her appearance’s turn. Her husband ran over her like a steamroller.

From the morning, examining his wife from head to toe, Nicholas started his nitpicking. Olivia, you’ve started looking worse lately. Face full of wrinkles, bags under your eyes.

Can you remove them somehow? There are so many products now. Anti-aging creams are advertised on every channel.

And you’ve gained weight, become frumpy or something? Maybe eat less? At this rate, soon you won’t fit through the door…