I thought about others all my life. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/dd6d99/620x0/1/0/2025/04/02/gcnwcedg5teer4djc8r3v2baf7j8a8a8laezbuq0a.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (180,171,160,1)" > < p > about children & ndash; That they would have everything they need. About my husband & ndash; That he would feel loved, well -kept, respected. About home & ndash; To make it warm, full of smell of fresh bread and clean towel & oacute; w. About all & ndash; just not about yourself.
< p > When the children grew, their needs became more and more: new phones, branded clothes, foreign trips. I have always found a way & oacute; b. I rarely asked about myself. Most often when something really hurt. < p > until one day … Passing next to the shop exhibition, I saw something. Something I wanted for years, but I have always considered & bdquo; excess &< p >< br /> beautiful, classic, handmade bag & ndash; Symbol of strength, femininity, a bit of luxury in everyday life full of compromise & oacute; v.
< P >I entered. I touched the soft sk & oacute; ry. I felt that some other energy was beating from me & ndash; Reminder that I also deserve.
< p > I thought for a long time at the checkout. The heart was beating like crazy. But I bought it. For myself. For the first time in life. < p > Returning home, I felt like a child who carries the most expensive treasure. I was happy to look different that day & Amp; Ndash; better. < p > but then I saw their eyes. < p > husband & ndash; Full of cool rating. C & Amp; Oacute; Rki & ndash; wrinkled eyebrows. Son & ndash; smile of disbelief. < p > & ndash; Really ? you spend money ? & ndash; The husband asked, as if he were disappointed. < br /> & ndash; You could buy something for the house & ndash; threw C & Amp; Oacute; Rka. < br /> & ndash; Or add to my course & ndash; added the son.< p > I looked at them. For my family, for whom I was ready to give everything away. And now, when I did something just for myself, they looked at me as a stranger. Selfish.
< p > I felt shame. And then … rebellion. Because I didn't buy this purse instead of dinner. I did not buy it instead of paying the & oacute; in. I bought it to remember that I am also someone.< p > may not understand it. Maybe they will feel sorry for me.
< p >< br /> but for the first time in years I looked in the mirror and saw a woman, not just a mother, wife, serving someone else's needs. < /p > < p > and this woman … I'm not going to apologize anymore for existing. < P >< br />< Strong > see, as we wrote about in recent days: from life taken. “Imn; Oacute; I had the acceptance of the purchase of & oacute; in”: The saleswoman laughed at M & oacute; j age and I do not intend to tolerate it