Hello. A young man writes to you, all opinions will be welcome, although I am here just to pour out my soul. I grew up in a close-knit family. My mother never cheated, she always took care of my family and my father. My father didn't cheat either. They still love each other, and maybe that's why I have a desire to have a stable family and a loving wife since I was a child. My mother raised me and brought me up as a gentleman - both to women and to life in general. I have been taught to adore the women I am with. I'm not handsome, but my manners, style and behavior attract many women. When I turned 18, I started looking for a woman to start a good family with. I met a girl from university who I liked very much and with whom I thought I would build this family. For this purpose I worked hard so that she would not miss anything. I pampered her with gifts, tenderness, excursions, I drowned all the love I have in me. She cheated on me. When I asked her why, she replied that she was drunk (it happened at a party with her colleagues). I couldn't forgive, I kept going. After a while I found a very decent Italian girl. And I think only I thought she was decent, because she was spinning 2 more men at the same time. I dumped her, I was disgusted. From her, from yourself, because I believe that what kind of person you are, you attract such a partner. After this relationship, there were several others who followed a similar scenario - I was the donkey who paid for everything, and she cheated. Then I decided to reverse the approach - to be the bad boy. I lasted 2 weeks. The worse I was, the more attached my friend was to me then. But I'm not like that. And the moment I became good, she told me she had found another. That was the moment in which I stopped believing in women. I'm not saying that all women cheat, that's ridiculous, of course, but I'm saying that non-cheating is a negligible percentage and may not be worth looking for. As I squeezed my heart to the limit in the whole carousel of relationships, it shuddered and stopped feeling. I went to bed with a woman for the first time 5 months ago, without any feelings. Then I realized she was married. I thought of her husband. I took his place and became furious. I kicked her out of the house at 3 in the morning. A month later I met my current "girlfriend". I put quotes because she is also married. Do I love her? I'm more attached to her. She speaks against her husband, but does not intend to let him down. She likes the love and tenderness I give her. And I know that if she ever becomes mine, she will find someone else to cheat on me with. That's why I don't rush things. Sex is good, we do it often, sometimes I hunt, I will be a little jealous. She claims she didn't let her husband go because of me. I know this is nonsense and he is trying to throw dust in my eyes. I pretend to believe her, because I already have this one. Yesterday I realized that I am emotionally damaged and even if the most decent and good girl sits in front of me, I still can't believe it. And that I can no longer create a real family. Or maybe someone is meant to be alone. Maybe, as Oscar Wilde said, I am one of those men who have fallen in love and are single ... that I am emotionally damaged and even the most decent and good girl will sit in front of me, I still can't believe it. And that I can no longer create a real family. Or maybe someone is meant to be alone. Maybe, as Oscar Wilde said, I am one of those men who have fallen in love and are single ... that I am emotionally damaged and that even the most decent and good girl will sit in front of me, I still can't believe it. And that I can no longer create a real family. Or maybe someone is meant to be alone. Maybe, as Oscar Wilde said, I am one of those men who have fallen in love and are single ...
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To be educated to be a gentleman is not only required to be able to open the door to women and worship them (the latter is even nonsense). You have to be intelligent, well-read ... This is achieved not only with education, but also with finances. That's why it's so hard to be a gentleman. Anyone can open the baby's door, and she knows it. But just because you're kind and adore her doesn't mean she'll open her legs just for you. This makes you look stupid and uncovered. Such gentlemen's pain and women shovel them. And to be a simpleton is easy, but unfortunately fruitless, as you have seen. I hope you didn't misunderstand me. Accumulate money, be kind, not stupid, and educate yourself, educate yourself, educate yourself.