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15.10.2019

Women's stories from real life about the relationship between a man and a woman, as well as other issues that concern the beautiful half of humanity. Advice and exchange of views in the comments under each post.

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5 people work in one office and one is pregnant, let her be healthy, both she and the child, however, without sarcasm. But the mother-to-be has already gotten everyone. First: do not use perfume, okay toxicosis, we accept it. Second - remove the coffee machine and do not drink coffee in the office, she is sick, eat in the corridor.

She constantly wants to sleep and, but she does not want to give it away either, since she will receive less. Whenever possible, we help, but now there is a lot of steam, so we do not always have time to do our work, and stay after work or take work home. To which the pregnant woman is offended and asks to take her part of the work, and when you refuse her, she says: “I’m pregnant, I cannot be denied.” And the fact that I will sit until one or two in the morning does not interest her. And when I told her that at 23:00 I saw her online in the social. networks and she could take the work home and finish, then she was offended. She said that she was resting at home. It turns out well - does not work at work, rests at home. But you need to eat in the corridor or eat those foods that do not smell to her.

A year later, it turns out that the girl who was taken from the orphanage is mentally ill. She drank a lot of blood, and threw herself at her adoptive mother with fists, if she did not give cigarettes (or later on a bottle). They, having learned that the adopted daughter was sick, did not abandon her, they put her in a special school, tk. they did not take it to the usual one.

I was always afraid to be alone. In an empty apartment. I have matured, and now I am afraid that after the divorce, I will be left completely without male attention.

As a little girl, I was often punished and locked up in the most remote room. They extinguished the light and left it overnight until dawn. Apparently, I was not a completely calm child.

At school, I was passionate about how I was afraid of a strict teacher. From just one glance, I forgot everything I learned. She could sob at the blackboard, covering her face with her hands.

At work, I was afraid of being fired. Even now, when nothing threatens me, I make a whole tragedy out of gossip. And, finally, my personal life is also in the captivity of irrepressible nightmares.

author : Site administrator | 25.04.2019

My name is Dandelion. I have never met girls, because I consider myself a complete nutcase. And I, half-dumb, can only juggle the shutter.

My father abandoned us, and my mother, no matter how hard she tried, did not manage to mold me into a real man. Piously guarding her only son, she overdid it, and I turned into a sort of slug, incapable of making daring decisions.

By nature, I'm nerdy. At 29, I never knew the joy of love. Those girls that I liked and called me God's dandelion.

Some tried to get closer, but I am so notorious that I lose consciousness at the sight of beautiful persons.

author : Site administrator | 24.04.2019

Rubbing my shabby hairline, I want to tell you a real story from my life about how my wife’s cheating on a smoky train got in the way. Read on, brothers.

We returned together - from our beloved and unforgettable mother-in-law. I plowed in the garden - so much so that a couple of glasses to death to death. Then I will pass out, then I wake up.

There is no normal sleep under the sound of wheels. Duck, here's the thing. Basmachi were driving opposite us. They threw themselves into cards, boozed and swore. Huge foreheads - all in headpieces.

I smell that they recently leaned back and kept the path of the guest performers. Surely someone has already been robbed. Although he was drunk, he noticed how they nodded humorously in the direction of his wife.

author : Site administrator | 20.04.2019

Zakharka never considered himself a lively man. It will stab there, then it will crunch. He comes home, and his wife is asleep. And her friend lulls her. Bayu-bye, close your eyes.

Both are splash-drunk. Apparently, the salary was celebrated. Here Lidka also lost her temper. The instinct of motherhood awoke in Nyurk. The devil's wife began to knead. Search, as they say, a sore spot.

Everything would be fine, but only the clothes on the girlfriends were completely gone. It seems that she got lost on the way for another bubble. It was then that their husband grabbed them.

Okay, Nyurka, I won't sell you. Well, with whom, tell me, there is no booze! I, too, almost jumped on the druzhban. Do you remember, a year ago I was wearing wool with a cyanotic fingal.

author : Site administrator | 19.04.2019

I broke up with my lover six months ago. You know, it's very hard for me. It's not about bed pleasures. Read my life story. And draw your own conclusions.

The buzz has nothing to do with it. In our relationship, he always acted as a kind of addition to the courtship, which I recklessly lost. As you yourself understand, I met with an unfree man.

Being legally married, I belatedly realized that the spouse is, rather, a friend, but not the one with whom I feel like a woman. You know, like behind a stone wall.

When we were young, the difference in character did not feel so much. Everything was seen in pink. This is how the crisis of age and marriage began.

The father left the family about a year after the birth of his daughter. Before that, we lived together for another year. For me, my husband's departure was a real shock. There were no scandals in our family. But my husband just took it and left. On Friday night after work, he came home with a friend. A friend was waiting for him in the car. My husband came home and said that he was leaving me. He began to collect things. I was sitting with my daughter on the couch and could not believe in the reality of what was happening. I could not watch my husband rake his clothes into bags. I took my daughter and went with her to the kitchen. It was just necessary to feed the child.

I decided to write here in order to convey to people not only my position, but also the position of many doctors. Many patients are sure that doctors are indifferent to human lives, feelings, suffering. As if the profession suppresses everything human in doctors and as if we are not capable of compassion. This is not true.

We lived with my wife for 10 years. But a year ago, scandals began. As if we are fulfilling some kind of plan: we swear a couple of times every month. The last time it was like that at all ... Take your wife, and tell me: "You can roll out of the family, but the children are not yours at all." If you don't know how to make a person disgusting, then tell them that the children you love are not from him.

Good afternoon. I have been living in Australia for the last 5 years. I myself am originally from Ukraine. My hometown is Chernivtsi. For a long time I was looking for a country to move. I think it's worth telling what prompted me to move.

Firstly, I was looking for a country where I can raise children and be sure that tomorrow everything will not go to hell. Secondly, I was simply desperate to find a normal job in Chernivtsi. Many of my friends went to work in neighboring Poland. I didn't want to work around the clock in greenhouses or on some mushroom farm, and in the end get a little more than I would have earned in Ukraine.

At first I wanted to indicate my brother’s first and last name, but he wouldn’t let me. Ashamed of him. Therefore, I will write like this. This story is primarily directed to people who believe that there will be nothing bright and good in their life.

She has lived all her life in the Voronezh region. Raised three children. Now I am 58 years old. I don't seem to feel like an old woman, I try not to attach importance to sores, chronic fatigue. But I feel that in just a few more years I will completely surrender my positions.

My classmates called me Dylda in high school. At the age of 16, I already had a height of 195 cm. I did not play basketball or volleyball. Apparently, because of good food or radiation, it was so big. At first, they called them names on the sly, and then openly called them dildo. I hated my classmates. The tallest guy in our class did not even reach 190 cm.

All my life I worked at one large site. We used to have a printed edition. Now only the sites remain.

Most of our people are on the staff, but there are also remote workers (mainly designers, sysadmins and a few copywriters, they recently began to attract programmers). All remote workers work after the fact: they have completed a certain amount of work at the agreed rate - at the end of the month we send money to an electronic wallet or card.

"Dude, how do you even live in Moscow ?! I ran down the street here with everyone
forces, and everyone walked faster than me ... "

Spring, the girls are blooming. Run as usual in the lobby
"Kievskaya-filevskaya" in the direction of the escalator to Koltsevaya. Front
a beautiful girl froze into the floor with a comb: powerful, like a sleek mare,
body, wheat, thick into my hand, a scythe flowing below the cast
hemispheres, chintz sarafan and post-war style handbag ...
While I was wondering which side to go around this model of the sculptor
Mukhina, a granny-with-a-cart fluttered from behind my back (always
wondered what strength wears them faster than a healthy 40-year-old uncle) and
stuck to the maiden, they say, daughter, is it not bad for you, maybe
validolchik?
The young lady, with great difficulty tearing her glass gaze away from the
feet into the terrible depths of the steps, looked pitifully at grandmother and,
stretching out the words, she said in a lazy chesty bass:
- Babanya ... I'm Boyusa ...
Rescued in the end the girl. I held the cart, and granny is elusive, but
with a precise movement forced the beauty to step on the miracle staircase.

Russia is still alive, ah! :)

I am driving recently in a minibus, weekday evening, everyone is tired, traffic jams. Then a young mother comes in with a son of 4-6 years old, they give way to her, she sits down, the son perches on his knees. Here they go one, two, three stops, the boy examines everything around - the upholstery of the chairs, the shop windows sweeping outside the window, the tired faces of fellow travelers, his mother's bag ... But the space of the minibus is limited, and he repeats his "route" - chairs, passengers, a window , then he raises his eyes to her mother, looks into her eyes and, in a completely calm, I would even say, businesslike tone, says:
- So, mom, I'm going to start whining.

During the summer I went to the dacha past an abandoned construction site.

There, homeless people smashed old concrete slabs and took out reinforcement from there. Iron costs 6-8 rubles per kg. It's just a hell of a job for a penny. With such labor costs, you can earn much more. But they gradually dismantled the whole abandoned foundation of the structure 50 by 30 meters. What drives them? Free schedule or no tax deductions?

Talking on the phone:
“We need two girls for the evening, only beautiful ones, for 3 hours, how much will it cost for an hour? Yes, in suits, just like last time. Those who were there that week are not needed, they are somehow modest, but they need to be actively given. If they give it well, we will throw it on top. And certainly over 18, but not old or fat. In heels, of course. We will feed and water, of course. Payment immediately. Just throw off the photo first. We agreed with the guards, everything is in order. "

So our marketer orders promoters for an urgent action, walking along the corridor of the business center.

I have been lusting since childhood. Everyone and always made fun of it - in kindergarten, classmates, classmates, girlfriends, parents, colleagues ...
I endured everything stoically. But when the letter "P" started to appear on my computer, I realized all the injustice of this world.

Since the beginning of the week, the hot water has been turned off. In view of my great laziness, I vpadlu bother with crutches and heating water. And today, I once again climbed into the bathroom and tried to wash myself in cold water. I drench myself with water and scream, puffing and grunting in parallel. I hear a neighbor’s voice from the lower floor: “You hear a man washing himself in cold water and not dying.

Bastard cat

I have a cat that reached puberty and a cat was delivered to her. And the cat, although very preoccupied with sex, is still a virgin and does not know what to do with an equally virgin friend. Either it will fit across it and twitch, then it strives to climb on its head (probably a Frenchman ...). He is so dissatisfied with the results of his attempts that their number has become minimal.

Here I am cleaning the room, and this couple finally reached some consensus and merged in ecstasy. I carry an armful of clothes and a belt stretches from this armful across the floor. Seeing this, the cat suddenly stops its honorable occupation and runs to play with the belt. The cat was SO surprised by the escape of the gentleman that for the first time in my life I saw a really stunned look in an animal. Also, I suppose, I thought, what kind of bastards guys are ...

A cat named Aurore from friends began to mark under the table in the kitchen. And the cat is beloved, smart, offending - no way. We bought a bottle of stench. They poured it in the kitchen, it helped. When the balloon ran out, as a warning, Aurora was left empty under the table. It was since then, when the clever cat considered himself to be offended by something, he came into the kitchen, yelled at the balloon, pounded it with his paw and made a puddle in this place. There you are..!

Here, once again I came home late after another "work day".
I asked my wife how her affairs were at work.
And I heard an enchanting phrase, completely in tune with my thoughts:
- Dear, if I tell you about all my today's problems, and then you tell me about yours, then we will go to bed no earlier than three in the morning.

Love her.

Once I met on the street with a friend. And he is just in the church several
I collected containers of holy water. We are sitting on a bench, talking. Summer, heat
we drink some water on the sly. Just about to leave, comes to us
bukharik.
- Are you Russian people?
- And then !!!
- Maybe then for pivasik?
- No, they just drank a liter of holy water. We just have nowhere to go.

You should have seen his face !!! But it was clear that he did not believe us.

I went to my Spanish bank to resolve any issues with my manager. Well, what kind of SMS messages to send (this is not done through Internet banking, only with a manager), what credit cards to close (there is no point in using them in Spain) - in general, the usual turnover. We spoke for about twenty minutes in Spanish: I was in shock, I never even looked into the dictionary (s).

We decided everything, we did everything, we say goodbye. The man stands up, shakes my hand and speaks Spanish quite seriously: “Alex, I’ve even begun to understand your Russian”.

P.S. I immediately recall an old anecdote about a Parisian store, where a sign hung: "Here they understand the French language that you learned at school."

I was told this story. I believe the narrator, while he is almost a participant. A new employee came to his organization. A rather young man who quit his job in the army due to redundancy. It is not known where he served there, but in earnest he began to master the computer already at this job. According to the narrator, he was a smart man and learned everything quickly. Once he showed him the ability to view a photo of streets and specific houses. But, apparently, it would be better if he did not know this. It soon became known that he was divorcing his wife. It seems to be caught in treason. After everything had taken place, he himself told his teacher that the reason was the computer, specifically "Yandex". Examining the photographs around his house, he saw a colleague standing in front of him with his wife at the entrance. He once had something to do with his long business trip, where he stayed for more than two months.

The serious reason

I vouch for the truthfulness.

Somehow, out of drunkenness, the father-in-law, the director of the plant, told an absolutely terrible story. A worker comes to the chief engineer and asks to let him go home. He naturally asks about the reason. The worker hesitates, squeezes and says that it is very necessary. The engineer man is not evil, so he answers: "I will let you go, but I need to indicate the reason for the absence in the documents." He: "I chopped off my finger with pneumoscisers."

The engineer almost died on the spot - an industrial accident. In short, an ambulance, naughty to heaven, etc. When the man was discharged, the labor protection commission arrived at the plant. The equipment works fine - you need to press two buttons at the same time for the scissors to work, so there are no free hands. They ask to show how he managed to be crippled. He calmly props up one button with a stick (it's quite common), lays down a sheet of metal and Cuts off the SECOND FINGER.

Then he swore that it was accidental, but the commission, having regained consciousness, closed the case.

Once we were driving to the dacha, it was light. Traveled in a traffic jam. The car, which was driving in front, did not work. In the back seat were two guys who, at the right moment, picked up a piece of cardboard with the words "BRAKE" written on it. :)

At the beginning of the century, among the "golden youth", there was a fashion at nights on daddy's Mercedes and Beamers to stray into the coats and smear rubber on the asphalt of deserted squares and terminal stops. Compared to masterful cinematic drifting, translating daddy's tires in front of chicks looked pathetic and very childish, but self-criticism was never the strong point of the majors.

Yesterday I am going from the last metro train in the direction of my wilderness. Absolutely empty street, bus turning area. On it ... I would like to say - silently, but no, of course - with a roar and sighs of brakes, the KAMAZ-sprinkler is dancing. Not a soul around, only two powerful fountains of water (both watering cans are raised vertically) sparkle with diamonds in the yellow light of lanterns, which sometimes break through clouds of diesel smoke. My uncle is dancing masterly, I somehow even imagined an invisible partner, whom he leads under the waterfalls of his rain. (Kamazihu, yeah ...)

I stood and looked for about five minutes, probably. He lit a cigarette. Seeing the light of the lighter and me, the driver somehow faded, plunged into a dull real. I got out of the cab, flipped the watering cans down and popped to clean the street ...

There were no tire marks on the asphalt. He glided over the water.
(Not mine. Found on the internet)

FREUDIAN SLIP
In the car dealership there is a citizen, his appearance is already quite ordinary for Moscow time - even now on the poster of an extremist organization banned in the Russian Federation. Nearby is the spouse wrapped in a rug. People are pushing near a budget standard foreign car. Asks the manager - Does she have this, SELF-PODRYV? As it turned out, it was about the remote start of the engine.

WHERE DOES THE LIPPER TRACE LEAD ...
On Saturday night, when my wife came home from work, she found traces of lipstick on her cup.
Asks me a question:
- Were there guests?
- No, - I say, - there was nobody.
- I don’t use that lipstick ...
Word for word. Scandal and accusations of all mortal sins.
The next day, after thorough inquiries, it turned out that the nine-year-old daughter had found her mother’s lipstick, bought long ago and now safely forgotten, and drank tea from her mother’s mug.

I remember this day. October 1, 1990. Mom gave me a ticket to the Crimea, and all September we with boys from all over our huge homeland tumbled into the sea. Everyone spoke Russian, even Vitalik Tsitsialashvilli from Navoi. Evpatoria, the sun, did you know how? Breakfast, second breakfast, afternoon tea, lunch, dinner, dinner. Every morning we went out in white shirts and pioneer ties to the formation. The most distinguished one raised the banner to the anthem. It was wonderful! And then that day came ... October 1 ... We were awakened by the pioneers at about 12 o'clock at night. Drunk. And they said that there was no need to go to the line tomorrow, the pioneers were gone. I was twelve, I thought more about the death of Tsoi than about the beginning of the end of a huge country. And that these guys from Kazakhstan or Georgia, who are next to me, will become foreigners in a year ... The next morning we came. On the ruler. In white shirts and red ties. They stood in silence for ten minutes. But the counselors never came out, and no one raised the banner.

I temporarily live in Moscow and I had to take a taxi at night. I caught a private trader, drove a kilometer at most, asking for the price. He says: "1,700 rubles." Well, I am naturally fucking!
I tell him:
- It's easier for me to throw you ...
And ... woke up.
P.S. I lie, laughing: I threw him well!

Quite a long time ago, it is possible and now there is such, but I have not seen it for a long time. I am going in a taxi, there is a huge puddle in front of me. Along the puddle stands punks, in boots and jackets. The taxi driver is accelerating. I told him:
- You, damn it, are splashing children now!
- Yes, they are standing here on purpose, waiting to be sprayed. They have, like, a game like that. This is not the first time I have passed here.
We pass a puddle at speed, spray like from a cannon. I look back. Judging by the behavior, no one is upset. I remembered my childhood: puddles, homemade rafts, "recruited" boots, dirty water ...
Now I’m thinking: maybe it’s really better, and not like now - sitting in front of a monitor on the internet?

I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the story, said her brother from the words of his friends.
They decided to visit a new-fashioned water park in the neighboring area. They hammered his address into the navigator and drove off. When the navigator lady reported "You have arrived at your destination," the friends looked around in confusion. There were only private buildings around.
When a passerby asked "Where is the water park here?"

Female ...
A traffic cop stops me.
- "Lieutenant so and so. Why not buckled up?"
- "Yes, I, mister policeman, just - just unfastened - to fix the balls."
A storm of emotions swept through the officer's face, the rights fell out of the hands of the body bent in half, which, going into a fit of hysterical laughter, trying to show, they say, go faster.
For a long time I sincerely wondered why everyone is laughing at this story, but I really straightened the eggs lying in the back seat ...

After moving to Germany, many immigrants from Kazakhstan left many good friends from their work colleagues in their former homeland. My cousin and his wife have been helping their good friends for several years with money and parcels, keeping them alive. Imagine his surprise, rather even shock, when friends called and said that they were going to Germany to visit in order to buy a Mercedes car. The car was supposed to be no more than 5 years old and then still cost from 5 to 7 thousand marks.

An uncle came to other relatives with a list of things that he wanted to buy in Germany, and opposite each item was the name of the relative who had to pay for the purchase.

At the Frankfurt airport, the nephew of the daughter-in-law from Kazakhstan was met. He walked with a small plastic bag in his hand, which contained one toothbrush. It was all his luggage, which he took with him, and went to visit for a whole month, he did not even take his underpants with him.

I have a friend, a whimsical guy and frostbitten at all 100 - preamble.

We are driving my car around Kharkov looking for a house with a specific number, and we are driving along the Poltava Way (who knows, he will understand) after the bridge there are cops, I think I'll park and ask where the house number is ... to the side and further down the street on the mobile, actively flutter ... well, I opened the passenger window and through Drylya I ask like Where is this street where is this house ... he is trying to explain something there, but moves out, that the scary knows better ... the one who on the phone p ... dit ... we get to him and I don't have time to ask, so my friend gives out the window - I hear the captain has no change from a young man, he looked in his pockets without stopping to speak, took out a fifty dollar, unfastened, Dryulya took it and we drove off ... then I went around this road for a week ...

I don’t even know if it’s good or not.

I'm on the subway. Something female enters the car, but of a homeless appearance and a corresponding smell. Half a wagon shies away from her like the plague; a woman comes up to her, hands her a hundred and asks to get out of the car. And then my business plan matured ...

Dad came home from work, frozen. Feels unwell. In connection with the commotion over the flu, I decided to measure the temperature.
- 36.8. Oh, I'm the sickest person in the world. I need a jar of jam and a tiny little bottle of brandy.

The first time I felt like a driver was not when I stopped dripping with cold sweat from the mere thought that there was a car waiting for me in the parking lot.
And not when he started to put on the brakes while in the passenger seat.
And not even when he began to chuckle in the direction of "dummies" and "summer residents" and contemptuously call them "deer".
And I became a driver at the moment when I was stomping down the street on foot, heard a noise from behind, completely automatically raised my eyes to look in the rear-view mirror and was shocked that the mirror was not there.

Beautiful stories about romantic relationships. Here you will also find sad stories about unrequited unhappy love, as well as give advice on how to forget your ex-boyfriend or ex-wife.

I am 20 years old. I've been dating a guy for 3 years now. Parents and relatives know everything about our relationship. He is studying abroad, and I am studying here. In short, our relationship is at a distance.

Last year he left me, said that I have a difficult character, no longer loves me. And then a month later he returned, said that he was wrong, he loved me and did not want to lose. And after 2-3 days I forgave him, and so on our relationship lasted. But it was not as before, there were often quarrels.

I got to this site thanks to a friend. For certain reasons, she was a reader of this site, which she told me about. My curiosity got the better of me and I read several stories, some of the comments were hooked.

I am 32 years old, I am married, I have been married for 14 years (since the age of 18). I am a mother of two children (my daughter is 11 years old, and my son is 9). My husband is the first and only man in every sense, and believe me, this is already an indicator of my husband's exclusivity. No, I do not think highly of myself, but I know my worth. I am the daughter of an officer, I think there are people here who will understand what this means. My father raised, raised and raised me all his life. My mother died when I was a year old, a serious illness that was not treated at that time. As you can imagine, my father and his upbringing left a corresponding imprint on me and my life. I have never been a full girl, I am a kid, while I have a pretty good appearance, and there has never been an end to the boys, But I always ignored everyone.

A typical life story, but I don't know how to speak out, that's why I'm writing here. I met a guy on the Internet, we live in different cities (his parents live in my city). I visited my city twice, and lived together accordingly (in the end, 1.5 months). Fell in love right away. We agreed that in 3 months I’ll come to him in another city, as I couldn’t work earlier. We talked on the phone every day, after 2 months, I understand that his relationship is cooling towards me. If I don't call myself, then he may not call for several days. And he just wrote.

Then came the November weekend. He wrote to me in the morning, then disappeared for 3 days, did not pick up the phone. Eventually . All 2.5 months that we called him, he met with other girls, went with them to the cinema or to restaurants. And these three days I was with a girl, he says, he met on the Internet, called her to the cinema, then she called him to her place and everything happened there. He says that he kept himself without sex for a long time, but could not refuse.

I am 27 years old, soon 28. I have never had a good relationship in my life, no children. 10 years of sick love with betrayal and betrayal. I forgave everything, because I thought that I loved, I don’t know if this is so. Time did not heal, I understood everything and realized that I was going into a past relationship for the sake of entertainment, to brighten up the evening.

And 1.5 years ago I met a man, two years older, decent, kind, without children, was not married. Drove me on a blakare. I wrote first, found a reason to thank, since he did not take money from me. Added to the social. networks.

I had an unpleasant story with my husband. Consider who is to blame and, in general, an opinion from the outside, tell me, maybe I'm stupid and don't understand why.

We have a shift work schedule with him. And joint weekends rarely coincide. Here we have coincided with 2 days off. To be more precise, the first day was sleeping, that is, he came home from the night shift, and he needed to sleep. On this day we wanted to go for a walk. As we agreed with him, I woke him up at 2 o'clock, and we had to go. He has a warm jacket that gives off a very unpleasant smell. No washing or cleaning helped. Finally it got warmer, he changed his jacket, and I asked him to put the old one in a bag and onto the balcony. As a result, he began to snap at me, throw things on the floor, raise his voice and say why this cannot be done later. And he just started hanging a light jacket on the old one with a smell, and accordingly she would stink this one too, is it really not clear.

He doesn't want to throw out the old one. As a result, I cleaned it in half with grief, you know, like a capricious child. I felt very upset about his attitude towards me, and I burst into tears. Before, I often asked rudely about something and thanks to my husband I became more affectionate or something and asked him in a kind voice, please, but he was so nervous because of a small request. I burst into tears, calmed down, he apologized. Let's go to the cinema. He really wanted to see one film, and I wanted another. The one I wanted was horror. My husband hates them, but I don't have anyone else to go to the movies with, so he agreed. As a result, the whole day was bad because of the morning situation, the mood was zero, and in general I thought that I should have stayed at home. The point is to go somewhere in such a mood.

I am 20 years old, I have been in a relationship with a wonderful young man for a long time. In everyday life, we are ideally suited to each other, we are very accustomed, we are comfortable together, we are planning to buy an apartment. But here's the problem. I don't feel like walking around. Every now and then I look to the left, I don’t make any gestures in the same direction, but the very fact: I catch myself in the need for a bright, ardent love, for passion, I miss all the uncertain looks, first kisses and the like.

What is love? How is it expressed? I don't even know how to answer this question. The husband sits on the couch, drinks beer, the wife is in the kitchen, the TV is on, the children are playing, he seems to say that he loves, but he does not help with children, he does not rush to the heights at work, the household is on his wife, he loves to walk with friends, and sex on duty, of course.

Or the husband is silent, not very emotional, but he earns money, develops, makes a career, provides everything necessary, helps a lot with children and the house, listens to his wife about her problems at work, and there are no problems with sex.

I thought that a woman needs security, stability, confidence, a wall in the face of her husband, behind which you can hide, change your unloved job, get a new education, give birth to your beloved children. Romance is minimal, you are still a man. But I was wrong. My wife needed emotions, passions, explosions, scandals. Accusations that I did not love, that I did not pay attention, did not unexpectedly give flowers, that there was someone who gave it all to her. And then the second.

This year I will become a pensioner. I'm scared. I never thought that I would come to this phase of my life in complete mental discord.

At 22, she married an older guy for me. Without much emotion and love. It was believed that if she did not get married at the institute, it would be worse further and by 30 one could not count on anything. He was already a candidate of physical and mathematical sciences. He watched with adoration, courted, True, he loved to have another glass. But for some reason I thought that I could re-educate him. Although my parents grimaced and talked about their doubts, I didn’t listen, I wanted my family, a new status, and for some reason they decided to respect my decision. They had not respected all my life, but now they decided to respect.

I wanted my grandmother to see her beloved granddaughter married. She was very worried and often said to me: "you won't get married until you are 24 years old, find yourself a good producer and give birth to a child for yourself." For me it was wild, but, in fact, I understood that she was right (my grandmother died six months later). Now many commentators on the site will be horrified by such a wording, but at the end of the 80s it did not seem like something very out of the ordinary, especially since I was afraid of men, my relationship with my peers did not develop at all, I have a cocky character and cutting. I didn't get along in companies. She was embarrassed to dance.

I was dating a guy, the first month was just an ideal relationship, I already thought: "has fate finally awarded me my man?" But no! , it manifested itself almost immediately. Even before I met him, I bought my sister and I a trip to warm countries, and when it came to going for all the documents, I told him about it, it was just in the second month of our relationship. He immediately got angry, saying that I could have canceled everything. He did not pick up the phone for a day, and the next day he told me that I had to leave, and that he no longer participates in my life, that he did not love me and even cheated on me.

I immediately had a strong hysterics, I was shaking and vomiting, as soon as I start to get nervous, I immediately feel sick. My heart was beating incredibly. And in the morning he came to put up, saying that he was angry, and therefore put pressure on everything that was sick, that he had never cheated, and that he loved. I asked for forgiveness. But it was as if something had died in me.