"Take a walk in your youth and then get married":

I currently have a living example - a woman who hasn't had enough fun. My friend has been living with me for two weeks now. I don't know how to help her - she has fallen into a difficult life situation, and I'm not an expert on it because everything that has happened resembles the plot of some cheap series. Let me start from the beginning. Tanya and I have known each other since we were in school. We studied together from the fifth to the eleventh grade, became friends, and then entered the university. However, she dropped out in her third year, got pregnant, and decided that family was more important to her than studying. Tanya never finished her studies; she gave birth to children, kept the household, and was generally a family woman... until recently. In response to my questions about why she chose to change her everyday life for washing diapers and men's underwear, Tanya always replied proudly, "I love it." Do you even know what love is? The word 'love' was pronounced in such a tone as if it were about deposits of gold that Tatiana managed to unearth while others could not. Indeed, her understanding of the word 'love'...

 "Love" still goes against my own. I also married the one whom I carefully selected. I had a son, but by then I was working, I had my place, and confidence in the future. Plus, life experiences, adventures, and some fatigue from previous relationships. My husband was fifteen years older than I and, unfortunately, passed away two years ago. I miss him. I haven't finished mourning yet. However, I understand that relationships will inevitably occur. I need to live alone for a while. My son is now twenty, studying at a good university in Moscow, and comes home during holidays. I can't say that I know anything in life less than Tanya, but I am sure that I could hardly live the way my friend does. "You have to take everything from life!" - that is her favorite phrase. It sounds incomprehensible to me coming from her, because the maximum that Tanya has taken from life: two childbirths, an alcoholic husband, a cashier job at a supermarket, and a two-room Khrushchyovka inherited from her husband’s grandmother. But Tanya always pronounced her motto "you have to take everything from life" with such pathos and conviction.

Knowing full well that I preferred to keep quiet and keep my thoughts about her filled and successful life to myself. When we turned forty, I suggested to Tanya that we go to Turkey to celebrate our anniversaries abroad. For my friend, this was her first trip anywhere; she had never been beyond our forgotten little town, had never flown on airplanes, and didn't even have a passport. I took care of the paperwork myself, paid for the tickets, and a week's stay at a nice five-star hotel. When Tanya saw the Turks, her passion for love began to awaken. By that time, my friend had been married for almost twenty years, having known no other men and being unable to imagine that someone could court her like that, paying so much attention as if they were hanging on her every word. The Turks, once they set their sights on a target, go all the way. On the third day of our vacation, to be precise, the night, Tanya did not return to her room. She spent the night with some animator, was thrilled, and for the remaining four days, she couldn't get off his neck. When we left, she was in tears.

She thought she was leaving behind the love of her life in Turkey. I tried to calm her down, but I found it somehow funny how Tatiana was behaving at forty. Yet, she believed she was 'taking everything from life.' Her husband was unaware of her escapades, and after this trip, it seemed like Tatiana had lost her mind. Now, knowing what it's like to fool around with another man who didn't smell like beer and didn't start snoring three minutes after intercourse, she began to seek out a new target. She was meeting people on dating sites, accepting flowers and gifts, blooming and radiating. She only brought home things that her husband would overlook, often selling off the more expensive items, but there weren't many such things in her gifts. Overall, with age, Tatiana didn't become more beautiful, but her passion for hooking up with other men was increasing at a geometric rate. Perhaps, with time, Tatiana would calm down and settle back with her husband, as she didn't plan to leave him, when suddenly she crossed paths with Vadim.

A new neighbor moved into a one-room apartment two floors below and brought his cat with him. He is twenty-five, Tanya is forty-seven, and her eldest daughter is the same age as Vadim. My friend's roof was completely blown away. She, confident in her feminine irresistibility and cupidity, managed to sleep with Vadim, and then even appeared in his apartment more often than in her own. "What's wrong?" She asked, flapping her eyes innocently. "The children are grown-ups, my husband doesn't care about me. I want to take everything from life! Vadim was lucky with her. Not only was Tanya married and did not particularly bother him with her round-the-clock presence, but the cupcake was also free, and the house was always tidy, with food cooked. Tanya began to consider herself a wife who has two husbands. I slept with both, only one knew about the existence of the other, but my husband was not aware. I followed Tanya's life as an interesting series, the end of which was predetermined.

I did not understand life at all, so I just silently watched, listening to her tell me with delight about how beautiful the body of her young lover was, how liberated he was, and with what disgust she went to bed with her husband. This frankness let Tatyana down. After drinking at a party and arguing with her husband, she told him everything about her neighbor, including how beautiful his body was and what an amazing cupcake they had—photo from the Internet. The husband, without thinking twice, hit Tanya in the face, and she, sobbing and smearing snot, rushed to Vadim. She felt that he was waiting for her with open arms, but he only slammed the door in her face and said that fucking was one thing, and living with an older aunt was quite another. "I've made a lot of money with my mother," he said, "I don't need a second one." And say thank you for sleeping with you. "And what about love?" Tanya sobbed, rubbing a black eye. - What love? Vadim laughed, and I just prescribed

I imagined his laughter echoing throughout their five-story entrance hall. In general, Tanya's husband kicked her out, her lover did not accept her, and she came to me, lighting up with a fresh "lantern." She cried, drank wine, smoked on the balcony at night, and was constantly surprised by what she had done to end up in such a situation. I just shrugged because I could see from the outside many things that the main character of the series could not discern. She had "love!" Tanya's husband is planning to file for divorce, and I am pushing her to crawl to him on her knees and beg for forgiveness. Where will she live if her husband really files for divorce and doesn't want her back? How will she support herself? For the two weeks that my friend has been living with me, she has completely exhausted my brain with her complaints and confusion. I am tired of Tanya, her rhetorical questions, and her foolishness, especially at her advanced age. Let her go and take everything life has to offer in another place, or better yet, beg for forgiveness from her husband and sit quietly, forgetting about love and her incredible sexuality.

About sexuality and thinking that she will soon have grandchildren, she decided for herself that she would allow a couple more days of living together and would suggest moving out. I don't need a live-in partner. So the moral is this: marriage is where passion is not required. One must have their fun in youth.