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The husband laughed at his wife's writing talent, convincing her that she was a loser. Eventually he left her for a young woman, and a year later he was shocked when he heard the news about his ex. #storiesfromthebox #cautionarytale #liveyourbestlife #sadstory #familystory #kindstory #sadlovestory #audiostory #amazingstory #lifestory "Can one start life anew at the age of 33?" This question had been haunting Amanda ever since her now ex-husband declared his intention to divorce. His words were a real blow. While she sensed his waning affection, Amanda believed that a decade of marriage naturally cooled passion and romance. And she believed that love evolved into respect, tenderness, and habit. But Peter didn't see it that way. It was a regular evening. As usual, Amanda was waiting for her husband from work. She had cooked his favorite soup, boiled potatoes, and cleaned their apartment. She loved being a housewife, taking care of her spouse, and creating a comfortable home. Plus, she had time for her favorite hobby—reading and writing detective stories. But she never shared her writings, thinking that no one else would find them interesting. Once, she showed Peter one of her stories, and he laughed. "You think you're a writer, my Agatha Christie?" he jokingly said. "If you enjoy it, keep going. But remember, not everyone is destined to be a great writer." Amanda clearly understood that. She even laughed at herself. After all, her husband is a connoisseur of classical literature and studies works of ancient Greek and European philosophers. He surely knows what is worthy of attention and what is not. Amanda persisted in her writing, despite perceiving flaws in her work like weak dialogues, poorly spun intrigue, and overtly obvious criminals. Yet, an unparalleled pleasure was derived from her work process. She immersed herself in the text, lived the described events, and couldn't stop. Her writing hobby didn't interfere with her primary responsibilities. Recognized as an excellent homemaker by both Peter and his mother, Suzanne, Amanda excelled in her domestic duties. Suzanne, who tasted Amanda's dishes with the scrutiny of a master chef and instantly spotted any disarray, seemed as if she might arrive with white gloves to check for dust on the bookshelves. Yet, Amanda was confident that Suzanne would find nothing to criticize, as she maintained the house to be cleaner than an operating room. Amanda's life was serene, devoid of strong emotions or shocks. It seemed to be continuing smoothly until Peter expressed his desire for freedom. This evening, upon returning from work, he washed his hands and entered the kitchen, a typical routine. Amanda served Peter a plate of soup and sat across from him. After eating two spoonfuls, Peter pushed the plate away and said, "Amanda, we need to talk. I've been avoiding this conversation, but I can't go on like this. I want us to get divorced." Amanda thought she might have misunderstood. "Are you joking?" she asked quietly. Peter shook his head in response. He stood up and began to pace the spacious kitchen. "I really can't do this! It's the same thing every day! You're not evolving, you know! You've stopped in your development!" Peter emphasized the last phrase, and Amanda suddenly realized that he had already rehearsed this monologue in his head, setting the emphasis in advance. He always did so before meeting with business partners or going to his bosses. Peter continued, "I'm not satisfied with this. You're only interested in cooking and cleaning. You don't even leave the house! And I... I need something else. I want to be thrilled, you know? I want to see my woman as a companion, not just a housewife!" "But we had an agreement once... you said yourself that you didn't want me to work." Amanda timidly objected.