Hello everyone I decided to share my story with you to hear your advice regarding what I will tell you I have been married for 10 years I have a wonderful son of 9 years I love my husband very much and he also loves me but he is very nervous and for for several years I suffered constant mental harassment, scandal and beatings on his part. All this made me cool my feelings for him, even though he didn't always act like a monster. I stopped feeling warm to him, I cheated on him, it didn't make me relieved, but it's another story to go back to what happened to me. At work I had almost a fellow psychologist who I went to give me some psychology material to read and that's how it all started. He was very nice, his appearance unassuming, but that's not important, we can't all be beautiful. He asked me who had a problem with me and my husband, I told him everything, he was a psychologist, and he started recording hours for me to go to him. During the sessions he hardly spoke, he made me tea to drink, which I did not ask why I trusted him completely, his office was very smoky with some herbs and made me inhale some odors. Over time, I felt that I was very much in love with him, I just went crazy for him and at the same time I know myself and I knew that it is not normal for me to be crazy about a person who is not my type. One day he told me that he made me GUARANA tea, I drank a little, I went home, I felt bad, I read about guarana on the internet, I got an idea of this root and I realized that it caused me to fall in love with it and go crazy over it now. when I'm away from his smells I hate him. I think that he is a schizophrenic and what do you think I feel very dirty.
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Hello dear, I read your story and I decided to share mine and it happened to me, but I just hesitated. Years ago, after another beating by my husband, I ran away to a man I knew recently, but I didn't know why I went to his apartment and he went into the kitchen alone and made me some tea. He is a sailor and he obviously imported it from abroad and I went crazy even though he was blind in one eye and he was lying terribly and I realized it and I was helpless. We both lived, but it turned out that he was stuck in pines and didn't even have money for cigarettes, and he was talking to me about deals and what not. I had an ulcer crisis and I was lying down, I was writhing, but he had no money to help me, and when I went out I called my husband and he came to the other end of Burgas to pick me up, no matter how bad he was next to me in the hospital and sleeping elsewhere. free bed. My advice is don't hate and don't hate him.