I spend the evening, night and morning with my mother. God, how long time goes by. And how difficult it is to hide from her the most important thing: that my marriage is falling apart right now, and there is nothing I can do about it, except to watch the inevitable collapse.

She only takes care of me like a little sick girl, and from this care tears constantly roll from her eyes. But I do not tell her about Gleb, this is my pain, my area of ​​responsibility. I promised myself to be strong and proud, and I also really need moral strength to tell Gleb what I think...