Oleg and I had been together for two years, and I knew I wanted to build a future with him, to build a life with him. When he proposed to me, I didn’t hesitate for a second and said yes.
It bothered me because Oleg and I had never lived together during our relationship.
The problem was that he lived in a tiny apartment with his parents, while I was in a rented apartment.
I insisted that we spend some time together before committing to such a big commitment as marriage.
Oleg thought I was unnecessarily complicating things, but this was an important matter for me.
My mother always emphasized the need for interpersonal harmony, not only on an emotional level but also in daily life.
So I convinced Oleg to spend a month with me before the wedding. I honestly tried to be the best homemaker on the planet, but we encountered a series of problems right from the start.
When it came to dividing tasks, it became clear that Oleg simply didn’t want to do anything. I couldn’t convince him throughout the whole month.
He always responded that such things were « women’s tasks. » After that month, I reflected and realized that I didn’t want to live with someone like him.