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

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

I came across 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 a few stories, some of the comments were hooked.

I am 32 years old, I am married, have been married for 14 years (from the age of 18). I am a mother of two children (daughter is 11 and son is 9). My husband is my first and only man in every sense, and believe me, this is already an indicator of my husband's exclusivity. No, I do not have a high opinion 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 brought me up, raised and raised me all my life alone. My mother died when I was a year old, a serious illness that could not be treated in those days. As you understand, my father and his upbringing left a corresponding imprint on me and my life. I have never been a girl in full, I am a tomboy, while I have a pretty good appearance, and there was never a release from the boys, But I always ignored everyone.

A typical life story, but I don't know how to pronounce it, 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). Twice I was in my city, respectively, they lived together (as a result, 1.5 months). Fell in love immediately. We agreed that in 3 months I would come to him in another city, since I could not work before. We called each other every day, after 2 months, I understand that his relationship is cooling off 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 up with him, he met with other girls, went to the movies or restaurants with them. And these three days he 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 went without sex for a long time, but could not refuse.

I am 27 years old, soon 28. 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 it’s true. Time did not heal, I understood everything and realized that I was going into past relationships 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, never married. Give me a ride in a Blacar. I wrote first, found a reason to thank him, since he did not take money from me. Added to social networks.

I had a bad experience with my husband. Judge who is to blame and in general, tell me the opinion from the outside, maybe I'm stupid and don't understand what.

We have a shift schedule. And joint weekends rarely coincide. Here we have 2 days off. To be more precise, the first day of sleep, 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, from which there is a very unpleasant smell. No washing and cleaning did not help. Finally, it got warmer, he changed his jacket, and I asked him to put that old one in a bag and onto the balcony. As a result, he began to snap at me, throwing things on the floor, raising his voice and saying why this cannot be done later. And he just started to hang a light jacket on that old one with a smell, respectively, and she would stink of this one, well, is it really not clear.

Throw out the old one, he doesn't want to. As a result, with grief, he removed it in half, you know, like a capricious child. I felt very offended by his attitude towards me, and I burst into tears. Previously, 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. One film he really wanted to see, and I another. The one I wanted was horror. My husband hates them, but I have no one else to go to the movies with, so he agreed. As a result, the whole day was bad because of the morning situation, my 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 got used to it very much, we are comfortable together, we are planning to buy an apartment. But here's the problem. I don't feel overwhelmed. Every now and then I look to the left, I don’t make any gestures in the same direction, but the fact itself is: I catch myself needing a bright passionate love, passion, I miss all sorts of uncertain looks, first kisses and the like.

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

Or the husband is silent, not very emotional, but 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 she can hide, change her unloved job, get a new education, give birth to her beloved children. Romance at a minimum, you're still a man. But I was wrong. 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 be retired. I'm scared. I never thought that I would come to this phase of my life in complete mental discord.

At 22, I married an older guy than me. Without special emotions and love. It was believed that if you didn’t get married at the institute, then it would be worse and by 30 you could not count on anything. He was already a candidate of physical and mathematical sciences. Watched with adoration, looked after, True, he liked to miss 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 have not been respected all their lives, but now they have decided to respect them.

I wanted my grandmother to see her beloved granddaughter married. She was very worried and often told me: “you won’t get married until the age of 24, find yourself a good sire and give birth to a child for yourself.” It was wild for me, 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 in the late 80s it didn’t seem like something very out of the ordinary, all the more I was afraid of men, I didn’t have relations with my peers at all, my character is cocky and cutting. I didn't get along with companies. I was shy to dance.

I met a guy, the first month was just an ideal relationship, I already thought: “is it really fate that has finally rewarded me with my man?”. But no! , it showed up almost immediately. Even before I met him, I bought a trip with my sister 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 the relationship. He immediately became angry, saying that I could cancel everything. He didn’t pick up the phone for a day, and the next day he told me that we had to leave, and that he was no longer involved in my life, that he didn’t love me and even cheated.

I immediately had a strong hysteria, 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 never cheated, and that he loves. Asked for forgiveness. But something inside me seems to have died.

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I'm not quite the perfect person, which I considered myself almost all my life. For the first time in my face, my best friend said: "I hate you more than anyone in the world." My life has been turned upside down! Then they told me that I was selfish, narcissistic, deceitful and hypocritical. Yes, now I understand, I have always been like this.

This was a revelation for me. As if unconsciously, I harmed people. “Only my problems matter! All people are worthless! I am the ideal! – so I thought. She showered compliments on friends, and then turned them into weak-willed dolls. And I continue to use people.

I am 23, the girl is 25 years old. We've been dating for almost two and a half years. Naturally, we have sex, as this was a natural stage in the development of relations. We protect ourselves, all intimate relationships occur when we are alone at home, that is, we do not interfere with anyone, we provide ourselves with everything we need (both work).

I live with my mother, so 99% of the time when the girl and I are at home, we are at my house, because she has a large family and there is always someone at home, and I have a three-room apartment and there is only one mother besides me. But there is one nuance that causes embarrassing and embarrassing situations - my mother thinks that we are pure like angels, and our relationship with a girl is limited to sweet kisses and innocent tea parties over an interesting movie, especially when she is not at home.

Together 23 years in the same apartment. There was everything, but I understood and accepted one thing: my husband's mother is a mother. And no matter how difficult it was, I was inferior to her in everything. And for myself I adopted such a motto - we have nothing to share, we have a common man. For her, this is a beloved son, for me - a husband, that's all. And always, on the contrary, she reminded him that his mother should be congratulated on the holiday, which is why we have been living together with my husband for 38 years. Raised two children. And I formed respect for my grandmother, because I hope that one day I will also become a grandmother.

Recently, I learned from people that one woman, who was in the next office, it turns out, was quietly waiting for my working day to end, and when the cleaning lady came to wash the floors, so as not to take the keys on watch, she came into my office, climbed on the work computer and perhaps on the table. In other words, she came in and silently “stealed”. Apparently, she experienced great happiness from this.

The computer was on a password that no one knew, except for me in the office, I always sit alone, and my boss, an elderly man, has never been interested in my work computer for many years, the result of work is always important to him. But this woman somehow opened my work computer! Perhaps due to her higher mathematical education, although she did work that was very far from her diploma. As a result, she somehow found my creative pseudonym and the mail attached to it. Under this pseudonym, I publish poems on creative sites, communicate on creative topics with other people.

I'm 24 and have never been in a relationship. I know that the topic is not new, I read a lot of different tips on other sites, but many of them are from the category of “wait, there will be a holiday on your street”. But this holiday does not happen, and the situation begins to seem hopeless, and this scares me. If at the age of 18-20 I thought that it would still be, no need to rush things, trying to be like everyone else, “normal”, now I’m already thinking that I’m really crazy.

Yes, self-doubt, of course, is characteristic of me, I will not deny it. Plus, I am by nature, and this introversion, on the one hand, seems to allow you not to suffer from loneliness, but, on the other hand, it interferes with the establishment of new contacts. In terms of dealing with uncertainty, I feel some progress. For example, it became much easier for me to communicate with the opposite sex, especially if the guy does not attract me, in this case there are no problems at all. However, the way to fight complexes is always a long way, as you understand.

I'm 19 years old. I have a problem - I think too much and wind myself up. I have never had any experience with girls, well, I talked with some at training or at school, but there was nothing beyond that.

I was not popular at school, I was always afraid to do something, because if I do something wrong, they will laugh at me, that's how 9 years passed at school, I abandoned my studies. At first, he asked his parents to help with school affairs, but after several answers in a row, “I figured it out myself,” he gave up this business. I don't think my parents are bad.

I tried to make new friends, opened up to people I already knew, in the end it hurt me, and they all smiled looking at it, and now my circle of friends includes three people with whom I can not communicate for years, and for me this will be the norm (all three boys). I huddled in a shell and I'm afraid to open up to people, what if they laugh again? Will they be handed over again? Will it hurt again?

Now I'm just going to state my thoughts. I have a dream to become a world champion. It doesn’t matter what discipline, sport, and so on, in this story, the essence of what is happening to me is important.

Why can't I continue exercising normally? You can find a million reasons, but the problem is different. I'm just, in my actions, in my abilities. I try to remember why I was able to progress before and I understand that I was not alone. I feel like I'm useless, I can't do anything, I don't even have friends to talk to if I'm really sick.

After the departure of the woman I loved, I shifted the vector of attention to achieving my own goals, far from creating a new relationship. I did not want to live in the usual way. The banal desire to leave and escape from painful memories overcame the desire to find a new love.

For five years I lived on my own schedule. My day started at 4 am. Cruel, inhuman exhaustion of one's own body by running 20 km with weights, in berets, a vest and a gas mask. Further work in the metalworking shop. After work martial arts (combat sambo). On weekends, I studied by correspondence as a chief engineer in the field of construction and I definitely liked it. From time to time I read scientific literature and books on antiquarian subjects.

I want to dedicate my confession to a man under the well-known, or almost everyone, nickname "Stranger". I will try to tell in detail what prompted me to write my story.

More than six months ago, when quarrels began with my husband, trying to find answers to my problems on the Internet, I accidentally found the Confession website. Reading the comments, I saw the Stranger, not so much his mysterious avatar, but his statements, his points of view at some point came into contact with mine, touching the soul. I'm not talking about love, I love one man in my life, it's something spiritual to some extent or at the level of energy coming from a person.

I will not say that I consider myself one of his admirers, since my attitude towards him is still twofold: I understood some of his statements, and sometimes resented others, but I learned from many of his views on life for myself. Has my personal life improved? It's not perfect yet, but it probably won't be. A stranger, like a kindred spirit, not seeing his face, appearance, not knowing his age, just from his very presence on the site, even the site lives, in my opinion, a different life (women are fascinated, men argue for interruption). His comments are read by a special voice inside me. And for all the time on the site, I could no longer feel what you feel when the Stranger commented.

10th place: A friend told. She passed the entrance exam in biology to the university a few years ago. The third question of the ticket is a task in genetics. She solves it. It turns out a fractional number of horses. Solves again - the answer is the same. Maybe there is an error in the condition? And all the entrance exams then in our university were written. Applicants and examiners did not see each other in person. During the exam, only applicants and assistants were in the audience, who made sure that there was no cheating. They were from other faculties - this was considered a guarantee that they would not be able to tell anyone. Those who later checked the work were in another room. If questions arose about the content of the ticket, it was necessary to write a note, and one of the assistants would take it there and bring back the answer.
Here is a friend writing a note: so, they say, and so, a fractional number of horses. Check if there is an error in the condition. The answer comes: decide, everything is right. She twists the task this way and that way. The task, in essence, is simple, there can be no other options. The answer is still the same - fractional. He writes a note again: check if there is an error in the condition. Answer: "There is no error in the condition."
In the meantime, 15 minutes remain until the end of the exam. The girl understands that she is not going to enter the university - at least this year. Even if the first two questions are written perfectly, it's a C at best.
In complete desperation, she folds the ill-fated note several times, writes on it in large letters: "GOATS" and puts it on the edge of the table.
The assistant, who has already delivered her notes twice, decides that this is another message, takes the folded piece of paper and leaves.
A minute later, a group of square-eyed examiners burst in. They have never received SUCH notes! For some reason, the rector rushed along with them. Where he could come from there, no one knows - they are not a biologist at all. Maybe he passed by and went to the light. All in unison begin to check the condition of the ill-fated task, AND IT TURNS OUT THAT THERE IS A BUG!
A friend was given an extra hour over the set time. The task was solved without error very easily and quickly. She received five points and entered the university.

9th place:- In our house, one apartment could not carry garbage to the tanks (50 meters). persuasion didn't help. They even kicked the residents a bit - it didn’t help. Several appeals to the police helped - in the amount of fines they paid 30 tons. R. Suddenly they learned to bring their packages to the tanks. - Well, who said that paid education is bad? ;)

8th place: I decided to learn to roller skate. I learned to drive forward and turn, but I don’t know how to go back. Here I try, my legs twist, and I fall. A grandfather of about 70 years old is passing by. He jumps, makes a swallow and rides on one leg in a circle back. Then he stops near me with the words: “Queen, your gracefulness of the fall cannot be defeated. The old page will teach you to flutter over hippos!” I taught me to ride back, but I don’t go riding anymore. I feel like a hippo queen!

7th place: My mother was somehow present at the next scene. My classmate was given a low mark for the one in which he expressed his own opinion. His mother came to talk to the literature teacher. To the words "But he can have his own opinion!" The following answer was received: "Maybe, but it should not differ from the generally accepted one." We have these words since then like a saying.

6th place: As you know, a newly created university is responsible for the reform of education in our country. And now comes to us, as a leading organization, a candidate for a degree from this "respected" structure. He begins to talk about his incredible scientific successes already in Skolkovo.
The main contingent of the Academic Council is aware of whose child this is and what a formality all this meeting is, and therefore quietly kemarit to itself. One of our old men does not sleep, to whom all these perturbations are deeply in. . knee.
He has already earned everything he can, and no one will take away his scholarship from a core member.
Here he is, the scoundrel, listening to everything attentively, writing down something and even jumping up and down on some phrases of the applicant. Finally, he can't stand it, jumps up and declares. Young man, explain to us what was number zero-two in your measurements, as you have repeatedly announced to us.
The applicant begins to frantically search in his cheat sheets for a decoding of the notation.
Yes, do not look, our old man says, this is the formula for nitric oxide. Can you also tell us what you understand by the name of the mole and its molar mass? The applicant is really shocked - where did this insect appear in his report. Yes, do not strain yourself, the old man says, for us this corresponds to a certain constant of the number of atoms, according to Avogadro. Do you know Comrade Avogadro? The applicant, who has grown into a great scientist from the effective managers of Skolkovo, is really in shock. Who is this comrade Avogadro, in what department? The awakened Chairman of the Council abruptly interrupted the discussion and proposed to vote immediately. Correctly. The work was recommended for protection. So soon we will have another doctor of sciences, and there are not far from academics. And what?

5th place: As a child, I was often left with my grandfather. Grandfather is a professor, he teaches at the university, a respected person by everyone. But he has a hobby - collecting wines. He proudly calls himself an oenophile. Before entering the six-year-old me, they took me to the "exam" in the malyshkina. One of the tasks was to name antonyms. I called the antonym “semi-sweet” to the word “dry”. Parents then talked with the teacher for a long time.

4th place: A friend's daughter rides a hoverboard while walking and listens to music through wireless headphones. Everything would be fine, only the headphones are connected to the phone, which is with the parents. If she goes too far, the signal disappears and she drives closer to her parents! Here it is, the leash of the XXI century!

3rd place: Positive story. In every family there is a person who has not worked up. In ours, this is a grandmother. After the death of her grandfather six years ago, we moved her to our place.
My parents say that it is Fate that takes revenge on them for the absence of obvious teenage problems in both children, us, that is, me and my sister.
For example, in July, having received a pension, she rushed to the sea with her best friend for a week, turning off the phone, and called when the money ran out. Mom went a little crazy. I had to go pick them up. At the same time, dad whinnied and asked his mother-in-law to just take him with him next time.
She has diabetes in the initial stage, and when the district doctor with a super-serious look began to list what she should not, she interrupted him:
“What will happen if I eat it?”
“You may die,” said the doctor, with the most tragic and menacing air.
- Come on! Seriously? That is, at 86 years old is there such a possibility?
In short, we prick insulin and eat what we want.
She plays chess on the boulevard with the men - and wins! She sings in the Merry Old Women choir, goes to the theater and attends all the city's free events and concerts. And recently she got herself a widowed boyfriend 8 years younger than herself.
Now they are rocking together.
Last weekend, he spoiled her with ATV racing. And then they drank 2 liters of homemade wine at dinner and fell asleep in front of the TV in an embrace on the sofa in the living room, where we caught them, returning from the dacha, like a couple of teenagers. So grandfather Kolya was introduced to the family - a dumb mother, goofy grandchildren and an invariably neighing dad.
I adore my grandmother - she is more positive and energetic than most of my young acquaintances. She loves life and knows how to enjoy it. “And how much of that life! ”- she answers my mother to all her“ mother, how is it? ".
I want to be old.

2nd place: SATURDAY According to the old Soviet tradition and numerous requests from the residents, we decided to organize a community work day. We bought trees, paint and other equipment. Notified via e-mail, vatsap, orally, who came in. As a result, 20 families unsubscribed that they had babies in their arms, another fifteen people that they were away. On day X, I go through the main checkpoint half an hour before the start of the flash mob and observe a massive departure of cars from the village. On a weekday, I still believe - everyone goes to work. But on Saturday! I have never seen such a show. As a result, out of 1000 adult residents, only fifty people came out, this is counting teenagers.
We all want to live well, but by someone else's hands.

1 place: I love cats! But real ones, not those who sleep all day and are afraid of mice. For me, they are GMOs in their own way). That was a long time ago. I return home, I see a kitten in the yard, a month old (an orphan, by the way), fighting with a sparrow. And won. Well, I mean, I ate)) I'm really delighted with this little brave man, I took him home.
I was afraid that the kitten’s hunter instincts would weaken from homemade food, but no, I constantly brought “trophies” - mice, sparrows, pigeons, chicken, even once a duck (how, where, are we in the city?)
Six months later, a man appeared in my life. The cat didn’t accept someone else’s for a long time, got angry, bit the peasant’s fingers, if suddenly, at night, waking up, he put his hand on my chest. Thank God, the man turned out to be, though not an animal lover, but at least with common sense and did not pay much attention to the jealousy of the cat, until they finally got used to each other.
A year and a half later, a son was born. The cat no longer showed jealousy towards the new guest, apparently realizing the futility, but on the other hand he showed complete indifference and brazenly demanded his portion of affection.
And now the main thing. In short, one day we went to my husband's dacha in the village, to get some fresh air. My husband went fishing, and I was at home with a baby, well, of course, I apologize, I wanted to go to the toilet. I will not describe the conditions of the toilet, you can probably guess for yourself, I will just say that what they called the “toilet” there was about ten meters from the house.
Apparently I've been there for a long time. I go home and suddenly I hear the cry of a child and some other screeching noise. I’m like a bullet in the room, I see, in the cradle, but right at the cradle some dirty dog ​​rushes to the sides, and my cat, as if grabbing the dog’s face, the dog can’t get off straight, the scream, the screech is terrible, but he can’t even approach the cradle .
Then I remember vaguely. I remember that with a scream she kicked the dog in the side (or maybe in the stomach) and the dog ran away with a screech. I can’t confirm this under oath, I was under a lot of stress at that time.
Further, the child and the cat in an armful and to the neighbors. There I had a tantrum. She cried bitterly, she pressed her son to her chest, they barely took it away. I cried like that for about 40 minutes, I couldn’t stop. The husband quit fishing and came. They said that it was not a dog, but a jackal. We spent the night with our neighbors, and returned home by the first train. Cat to the vet, me to the psychiatrist, son to the pediatrician. Everything was fine with the child, thank God, but the cat and I were treated for a long time.
For a long time in my dreams, I saw the beast taking the child away, but I could neither move nor scream. I woke up, walked hugging my son, caressed the cat (he always wakes up when someone walks around the house at night), calmed down.
Now my son is 8 years old, he already walks) The other day, my husband decided that he was already old enough and told him about the jackal. I’m shaking, I can barely hold on, and my son has delight in his eyes, like “wow, what a cool thing happened to me, I’ll tell everyone tomorrow, it will be super.”
Well, yes. For him, it's wow. Maybe he will understand me when they go himself. Or maybe not, who knows.
And our hero-cat still lives with us, although he has already grown old. But sparrows are still afraid to sit on our balcony))) Good luck and good friends)))