Sick love or those were the days. 

Once, when my husband was in the status of my boyfriend, I decided to go to a night club with my friends. Our relationship had just started and we were totally in love. But, you know… Friends are friends.

Everything was calm and peaceful until something happened. I have a stupid habit of keeping my phone on silent mode. After a party I came home to my mom’s place instead of going to my flat and fell asleep without even looking at my phone. The whole night my lovely man was looking for me without a result.

So… I wake up  at 7 am because I hear loud banging on the door and my mom screaming. She says : “Liza wake up, Sasha is about to break the door now!”

I look at my phone and I see 72 missed calls. 

I don’t know where I got the courage to get outside. I was totally scared. 

He looks at me and asks: “Should I kill you now or in the car?” Of course I chose the car.

I explained to him that I decided to stay at my mom’s place and I used my lady power to calm down, so he let me live.

However when I came my home I started finding strange things:

socks in a vase, bread in a freezer… Why? Who did it? Do you think it was a ghost? No… It was him. My Sasha. Actually he thought that I stayed with another man and decided to destroy everything at home to have revenge. In fact it wasn’t the biggest damage he did. Later he broke my hills, threw the shoes from my balcony, tore my pants that cost  60 thousand rubles, pierced my sneakers with a corkscrew…  I have a big collection of memories. But…

I really miss these times. Now we have a peaceful family and harmony at home. But all our drive is focused on our baby poo and the only fight we have is about washing our baby’s butt. Where is my time machine? I really want to fly back!

What are the most valuable emotions you have experienced with your significant other?