Zoya Kazanzhy is a journalist, blogger, media trainer, communications advisor at ECOMM Communication Consulting, public figure, advisor and deputy head of the Odesa Regional State Administration in 2014-2015.
Three of my friends got divorced. At different times, and it was not related to the war, because it happened before.
And they all told me what exactly was the last straw. If you look at it from a distance, it’s just some insignificant little things. It’s clear that everyone’s relationships were so-so, and everything was accumulating. And then – bang – the last straw.
For example. One of my friends broke up with me because of my trousers. They had a person who ran the household. And that woman did not wash her husband’s trousers properly, ruined them. The trousers were cheap – 900 hryvnias. They were bought by my friend on holiday by accident, when they were going somewhere urgent and needed trousers that were not beachwear. For some reason, her husband was angry with those trousers and started to tell his wife off. My friend later told me that it was then that she finally realised that it was over. And she got a divorce.
For example. Another friend got divorced because of the name of her home Wi-Fi. She couldn’t stand one musical group. And her husband knew about it. When they bought a new apartment and moved in, the husband was installing and connecting the Wi-Fi. And then he says to his wife: guess what our home network is called! And his wife replies: oh, no, don’t tell me what – and names the group. And the husband happily tells her: “That’s right! What do you not like? What are you so fussy about? And this friend also looked at her husband and divorced him.
For example. Another friend bought a dress that was not her usual style. They were going to a family celebration at a restaurant. The friend doubted the dress for a long time, the colour was provocative, the cut was too youthful, but why not? She had never allowed herself to do that before. And here, the dress is not naked, everything is decent. Why not try it? She decided to show herself to her husband. In the evening, she got dressed up, warned him and went into the middle of the room. Her husband looked at her and laughed (she insists that he laughed, not laughed). Her eyes darkened. “You see, there was nothing funny, my body wasn’t hanging, I wasn’t naked, I wasn’t wearing a mini, yes, glitter and a bit of shock value, but his reaction killed me!” The man then decided to rectify the situation and said: I’m getting old too, sometimes I’m funny too, don’t be offended. She took off her dress, packed it in a bag, got dressed and went to throw it in the trash. And she got a divorce.
In fact, all these stories are not about pants, Wi-Fi or a dress.