About Life, Prostitution, Money And Love

The Story

Yuhuu. ~ 3y. leiter. Ok, well I don't know how to start. It will be a long post, there will be reflections, there will be laziness, there will be analyzes that cannot be read to him - skip. Quick pre-story. A young, nice, athletic, smart man (24 years old) teases a young, nice, well-built woman (29 years old). Landfill initiated by the female. Sex, cool moments, a few months -> rapprochement. Falling in love, starting a relationship. Our main character (Mulo) walks and blooms, as well as (Kichka). Butterflies, happiness, cool moments and the only thing he arranged dug a place in the mind of Mule. 1. Problem №1 - in the initial stage Mulyo found out about Kichka that she is Roma. (family values, Mule's disapproval, etc.) 2. Problem №2 - As time progressed for this relationship, Problem №1 was the most common excuse for relationship problems. Despite these 2 described, we moved crookedly to the left, although with many complaints from her (typically female). In order not to say that I am only talking nonsense, I give an example of women's clues: "You and I do not have a picture on the net"; "I want a serious relationship ..."; "You can't give me what I want (for sure - I don't know in what form ... it shouldn't be fine, because she has it)" ... and a bunch of others. excuses typical of most women who blame men (in part) for adversity. Seen through the prism of paradox, sarcasm and irony, so far there is nothing shocking, except that Kichka and Mulyo have some "impossible love". Yes but no! She is not famous for her best reputation (local), lives in Sofia, builds a career, has a business, leads a high lifestyle. For the locals (from the small town) the rumors are the following: prostitute (somewhere). -Family: father (pimp), mother (employee abroad in a restaurant - in her words). (brother - waiter in BG). Imagine what a colorful situation it is. In the beginning it bothered me a lot (and more ..), I talked to her on this topic. Absurd. There is no such thing, be it rumors, people envy. They couple her because of her father's name and ... and so on. I agree! (I'm in love). We live well, but something is constantly bothering me. All the things that bother me from the inside that I don't know. 3. Problem №3 - the phone is a PERSONAL SPACE. At first I took it as ok, but as the months went by, I began to doubt it. She never showed me and came out with the number that it was personal and if I wanted (to accept it or not to accept it - her decision). She showed it to me 3-4 times (I didn't see anything except invitations to FB). 4. She has been living in Sofia for 1 year (and I am going to move). During this time, only God and she know if there were no playboys. 5. Moves to Sofia. I live with her. Two weeks earlier, she informed me that she had an important trip to France (wtf). I can't stand what and what. My logical behavior indicates that she will go to her father. She flatly refuses to go with her (it was risky - think). He came back, I didn't ask many questions, ie I asked questions, but when I tried to find meaning, things turned into a scandal (1st indication that something was wrong). I had to feel guilty for questioning. I was accused of pretending to be a detective. As I do not believe to leave her. All the things that flooded me that I was guilty and paranoid. I agreed. Exactly a week later I decide (out of paranoia) to check lockers, chests of drawers, etc., just look to find something. Bingo! I find a Durex Classic Jeans condom. My first job is to check if there are any in BG. To my great regret I do not find. There are only Classics or only Jeans. After a brief search on the Internet, the first few sites that come out are French. I will not describe the feeling to you ... Here is the second conversation, contributed by a scandal in which the justification and argument for this condom are that they belong to her roommate or someone who came to visit them. Wow (ingenious). When asked what she was doing then in the bedroom nightstand, she explained that she hid it so that it would not be in a visible place (she simply put it away). Again a brilliant answer. Despite all my naivety, I didn't have 100% proof to prove that she went to fuck someone (and for money bastard ...) That's not all, exactly a week later I decide to look for and find new evidence Cash receipt from last year December (2017) which clearly shows the purchase of some clothes from a store. I'm checking the date. It's the weekend (it's the last trip, with the big difference that I don't even know, because during that time we were arguing and not communicating). So ... after the frank conversation, the explanation was - tears, tears and tears again. He said nothing else. Time passed (I stayed with her I don't know ...) until I finally totally screamed and realized that she was wings and other things from me. Taking drugs, she covered one fuck (before she caught up with me), it turned out that there were 2 before me (hahaha), only 4 came out of my accounts. And so on, until I had to break my privacy and see that she was having some conversations with other people's numbers, communication with a potential pimp (who was presented as a friend and relative), chats about new "victims", complaints from her that he can't do more (tired of everything). There was no talk of fucking directly, but their communication was damn regular and close. Plus the fact that then they didn't know how to lie to me. I had already stunned them and they had shit (they saw that I knew a lot of things). There was a scandal, I saw a lot of things .. My favorite is a priestess of love.

I don't know if he fucks them (knocks) 10+ per night or is 1 (old) who is a provider. I don't have 100% proof where I can mold her to fuck or cheat on me, but the fact that things are hidden from a partner and a person with whom you thought something is eloquent enough. She swears to the last that I imagine that there is nothing like that, that I am a filmmaker, a psychiatrist, a sick brain and all sorts of epithets likening the discrepancy between consciousness - world, but the facts say otherwise about me. In front of people is another person (business, career, money ...). You will tell me now why I am bothering you with nonsense. Well, it's dumb. A lot of stress at once. You understand some things. You understand that they are lying. You understand that you trust, but you can't judge which prevails more - the kindness they have done to you or the lies they have told (there are both). At the same time (when I became very suspicious) I started an affair with another woman. (but married - supposedly only sex). From there I was a little distracted. But I'm in a hole. 3 days I'm okay, 1 day I think. And I rather think about the lies, about the image presented to me. Two thoughts come to me: is it possible that I went to bed with a prostitute (broken mileage) or will my doubts turn out to be unfounded and have been an obstacle in my head? A very difficult reason to think. Otherwise I don't wish it on anyone. Not the most pleasant feeling. Sorry if it's chaotic. I tried to systematize things in 100 lines. It's about 3 years. connection. I can't tell in detail. I have described some of the most striking events. Otherwise, I enjoy how fate hardens me. Is he trying to save me or is he punishing me? :) Thanks!

Last Updated
August 10, 2020
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