From the Author: Hello, it has become a club of those who struggle with jealousy, so I decided to introduce you to the development of things in me. My husband never reached Prague. After he wrote me the things I already told you, or rather after my reaction, which this time was just "you're right, I agree, when you arrive, come and get your luggage" obviously something happened to him because they continued directly to bg and on saturday at noon he came home with a bunch of apologies and promises. To tell you the truth, I'm the strongest on the phone, but when I see him ... my knees soften and I'm in love, just like on the first day. I could barely keep from hugging him and forgetting, but I had done it before and let's say that it is now clear to me that I will not achieve a different result with the same means. So I gritted my teeth and told him we had to live separately, to realize whether a family wants or a bachelor life. We decided to start going to family therapy as well, because in our conversation on Saturday on both sides there was an "you don't understand". I shared with my mother what I decided, she thinks I'm making a mistake. He thinks I'm taking a risk by giving a handsome, young and rich man complete freedom, he thinks he might like this life. However, I desperately need such clarity, if he likes it OK, but to like it somewhere further away. As early as Monday, I called to make an appointment for family therapy (with the thin female thought that I can't wait to see him anymore, I miss him a lot), but when I talked to the woman on the phone, she decided that she wanted us to go separately first and he made an appointment for Wednesday. They met last night and this morning my psychologist called to make an appointment. I'm super surprised by what he told me. My husband was wonderful, 100% faithful and in love with me. He said that I was like a queen among women, he praised me for an hour. And I ask her "what about my crazy jealousy, suffocation, etc." She said that she would not reveal their conversation to me, but to be calm, because my husband was "pleased with my behavior and he understood ''. I'm telling you, he's very charming. I don't know what nonsense he talked about, he was "suffocated" at home, he interfered with his business, he interfered with his friendships, he once called me a "vampire". I wonder if he goes there and says the things I want to hear or is honest. I will go on Monday. For now, we are each at home. I want to thank all those involved again. Especially number 7/11, which gave me a lot to think about. I will call you number 7. Number 7 I am a daughter like yours, and my mother (the most beautiful for me) is the "evil mother", she actually limited my contacts with my father, a NATO peacekeeper who traveled that I hardly remember in my childhood). She limited our contacts to a letter (such was our communication with my father), in which he called her a complexist because she lived with a younger man. Years later, his second wife brought us closer. She gave birth to my sister and insisted that we know and love each other, she achieved that. Now I'm closer to her than to my father, he's a great man. But anyway, what's the fact is that hey me with a man Hero, it's true he's not a peacemaker, but he's also the soul of any company, everything he is alive in admiration of him, noble, helps everyone, funny, will always figure out how to make you smile ... and also doesn't stop at home. My husband's parents were also divorced for 6 years, but then reunited. I hope we don't tell our parents again that I'm going to explode. But number 7, if I knew my father well, I think I would be wiser, more confident, more loved, maybe I wouldn't cling to other men like that. Perhaps. Ever since I gave birth, I've lost the ability to blame my parents for anything. I just wanted to tell you that it's never too late or too weird and awkward. The discomfort is 5 minutes at the first sight, then everything becomes natural. I was 15 when a stranger called to tell me that she had given birth to my sister this morning and was waiting for me to meet how much more awkward it could be. I think I would be wiser, more confident, more loved, maybe I wouldn't cling to other men like that. Perhaps. Ever since I gave birth, I've lost the ability to blame my parents for anything. I just wanted to tell you that it's never too late or too weird and awkward. The discomfort is 5 minutes at the first sight, then everything becomes natural. I was 15 when a stranger called to tell me that she had given birth to my sister this morning and was waiting for me to meet how awkward it could be. I think I would be wiser, more confident, more loved, maybe I wouldn't cling to other men like that. Perhaps. Ever since I gave birth, I've lost the ability to blame my parents for anything. I just wanted to tell you that it's never too late or too weird and awkward. The discomfort is 5 minutes at the first sight, then everything becomes natural. I was 15 when a stranger called to tell me that she had given birth to my sister this morning and was waiting for me to meet how awkward it could be.
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I also follow the topic. I'm like you, but I'm trying to boost my self-esteem and value myself. But it's really terribly unpleasant.