Milena Arden. Confession (№ 385962)

That is stupid. What I didn't like? A roof over our heads, full of money, handsome husband - any other would have envied. I lie and complain about the void, tired of Izmaylov, from this life, from sex that I became disgusted with my man and I want less. Sometimes we have no debt. Damn, probably, soon it will be red days of the calendar.