"Holy shit!" Ronald ran over to the frying pan where his dinner had been burned. He reached for the handle of the frying pan, burned himself, and cursed again. Lately, his business has not been going well at all; his laptop has broken down, food is constantly spoiling and burning, and he has been bombarded with errands at work. His life is slowly crumbling.

It's been 2 months since you divorced. Ronald is no longer waiting for a caring spouse who will cook a delicious dinner and hug him, a tired man. As he cleans the frying pan of burnt scrambled eggs, he thinks about you and how guilty he is in front of you. It was he who complained about your cooking, for which he would give anything now, it was he who ignored you and often slept in the living room.

Ronald thought you were a boring person and your family life was a chore. The scrambled eggs have finally completely disappeared from the pan, and the man turns on the faucet to wash the dishes, feeling his stomach rumble.

The hiss of water, the noise of the TV in the background. Meeting friends at the bar tonight seems like a pointless waste of money to him, and Ronald would gladly buy you flowers instead of paying for a cocktail to some beauty at the bar. The bachelor life that Ronaldhad so longed for and dreamed of turned out to be completely different.