When we got divorced, I only took the old, rusty refrigerator: my husband was happy at first, until he realized why I did it 😲😲
My husband and I are getting divorced. The reason for the divorce was his constant cheating and rude behavior. He doesn’t come home at night, he disappears all the time, screams and swears, and I got tired of putting up with all this and decided to leave him, but then another issue arose – the division of property
There was a heavy silence in the room. We were sitting opposite each other: he – with his hands on his chest, with a stone face, I – on the edge of the sofa, clenching my palms.
“You’re starting again,” he said irritably. “It’s not enough for you! The house, the furniture, the car… It’s all mine! I earned it all!
“You?” I grinned, although my chest was burning. “We worked together! We built a life together. Only you, it seems, built it not with me, but with dozens of other women.
– Don’t overdo it, – he frowned, but looked away.
– I’m tired, – I said calmly, although my voice was shaking. – I’m tired of putting up with your betrayals, your nightly “disappearances” and screams. I’m leaving.
He raised his chin.
– So go away. But you won’t get anything from here. Everything will remain mine.
Then I paused and, as if thinking over each word, said:
– Okay… Let everything go to you. But on one condition.
– Hmm… – he narrowed his eyes. – And what is it?
– I’m taking the refrigerator for myself.
He was even taken aback.
– The refrigerator?.. Are you serious? – he grinned. – Just the refrigerator?
– Yes. Just this.
– But why do you need it? It’s old, rusty, about forty years old!
– That’s my problem, – I looked stubbornly into his eyes.
He shrugged, pleased with his easy victory.
– Well, fine. Let it be your way. Take your refrigerator.
I nodded slowly.
– But there is one condition.
– What else? – he frowned.
– You mustn’t open the refrigerator until I move in.
– Why is that?!
– Either that, or I’ll sue.
He knew that he would have to explain a lot in court: bills, property, and his night “business trips.” So he reluctantly waved his hand.
– Okay. I won’t open it.
My husband thought I was just taking an old refrigerator, but he had no idea why I actually needed a refrigerator… 😲😲 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
Two days later, I called the movers. The refrigerator was carefully taken out, my husband watched with a grin, as if there really was nothing valuable inside.
But he still didn’t understand. Inside, behind an old door with a peeling handle, all our accumulated money, jewelry, documents, even small appliances were stored. I took out my whole life in one “unnecessary refrigerator”.
When he found out about this later, he screamed, swore, tried to accuse me of deception.
I calmly looked at him and reminded him:
– We had an agreement.
I left, closing the door behind me. And in his apartment there were walls, an old sofa and emptiness.
