“What do you think you’re doing?” Anna’s voice trembled with fury 😡. “Are you completely out of your mind? That was our wedding china!”
Sergey stood with clenched fists so tight that his knuckles turned white 🤬. His face twisted in anger:
“How many times do I have to say it? How many? I hate onions! You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Some kind of sadistic joke?”
“Get out of my apartment! Learn to cook properly!” 🏠🔥 But, in a twist no one expected, very soon he would be begging her to come back.
“I cook the way I know how!” Anna shouted, slamming her hand on the countertop. “And for your information, I like onions! The whole world uses onions! It’s the base of any proper meal!” 🍲🧅
Sergey grabbed his head:
“Not the whole world, Anna! I can’t stand it! The smell, the taste—everything! And you put it in everything!”
“You’re so picky!” Anna crossed her arms. “Maybe I should make a special menu for you? Hire a personal chef?”
“If you loved me even a little, you’d remember one simple thing—I don’t eat onions!” 😤
“And if you loved me, you’d understand how exhausted I am!” Anna snapped back. “I’m not obligated to memorize all your whims!”
“Then cook two portions!” Sergey raised two fingers in front of her face ✌️. “One for you with your precious onions, one for me without! Is that too hard?”
“No way!” Anna laughed bitterly. “I’m running around like a hamster in a wheel! Work is chaos—projects failing, bosses breathing down my neck, two colleagues fired, their duties dumped on me! And at home—cleaning, laundry, cooking, bills! You’re impossible to reach during the day! When was the last time you even took out the trash?” 🗑️
“Two days ago,” Sergey muttered.
“Only because I reminded you three days in a row!” Anna flung her hands. “And you think that counts as help?”
Sergey rolled his eyes dramatically and flopped into a chair 😒.
“Here we go… the usual performance. I earn double what you do! Two. Salaries. Yours. I have the right to rest after work! I come home exhausted like a squeezed lemon!” 🍋
“And I don’t?” Anna’s blood boiled. “Do you think I come home fresh and relaxed? When I walk in the door, I start a second shift! For free!”
“You think supporting a family isn’t work?” Sergey jumped up. “Do you think it’s easy to tolerate a boss-idiot every day?”
“Oh, yes!” Anna shouted sarcastically. “Only you suffer! Only your boss is an idiot!”
“You’re exhausting me with your complaints!” Sergey slammed his fist on the table, making cups jump ☕💥. “I can’t even eat in peace! There’s always a reason to fight!”
“I create reasons?” Anna gasped. “You throw dishes! You scream over onions!”
“Over onions?” Sergey’s voice rose another octave. “I nearly got poisoned!”
“Don’t dramatize! It’s not an allergy, just a tantrum!”
“So my tastes mean nothing to you? Perfect!”
Anna turned away, hiding the tears that threatened to spill 😢. She was exhausted from endless fights. Small disagreements turned into disasters.
“How many times, Sergey?” she asked quietly, still standing with her back to him. “Every day feels like a battlefield. I can’t even remember the last time we just talked without yelling.”
“It’s you who starts it,” he said gruffly.
“Me?” Anna whirled around. “Who threw the plate over food?”
“Because it became unbearable!” Sergey exploded. “I endure, and then… what’s the point?”
“Do you know what? I’m leaving,” Anna declared. “Three years of marriage and a year of engagement—I’m done. And you’ll regret it very soon.” 😤
Three days passed. Sergey didn’t call. Anna felt a mix of relief and frustration.
By the seventh day, she could no longer wait. She picked up her phone, dialed his number, and heard his voice, unusually calm:
“Yeah?”
“I’m coming today,” she said coldly. “To pick up my things.”
Pause.
“Okay,” Sergey replied.
Arriving at the apartment, Anna froze. The place was spotless. The kitchen gleamed ✨.
“Who cleaned?” she demanded.
Sergey smiled crookedly: “Not me. My mom came to help. And… she made me realize I was wrong. That I demanded too much and gave too little. That household chores are work too, and you’re just as tired as me.” ❤️
Anna’s throat tightened.
“I tried to live without you this week,” he continued. “But by the third day, I realized I missed not just your help, but you. Your voice, your laughter.”
Anna’s tears fell.
“I also struggled,” she admitted softly. “Even when I was angry, I thought of you.”
Sergey took a step closer: “I know you came for your things. But… maybe you’ll stay?”
Anna looked around their small kitchen, their cozy apartment—the place where love still lingered.
“I’m already home,” she smiled, pressing against him. “And I’m not leaving.” 🏠💑
“And yes,” Sergey added playfully, “I even put some onions in your favorite soup. Not too much. And I’ll help more with cleaning and laundry.” 🧹🍲
Anna laughed through her tears: “Looks like you can learn after all.”
“Only with a good teacher nearby,” he whispered, embracing her tightly ❤️.
