Marriage And Beyond

   How many topics will you post? And the one about motherhood and this and others all in one way incomprehensibly written!

   I just love my husband. And I love not just his body, but himself - with his character, which sometimes infuriates me, with his crossed arms sometimes, with his stubbornness ... Sex is just great, even if we don't do it every day. And no, I don't need another one. They just don't attract me. No matter if he is handsome, he can be beautiful, but only for watching, not for other things. And I've once wondered if I don't want to be with someone else, but in fact, even if I'm mad at him, I still remain his. That's it. I don't have the desire, the attraction to be with someone else. I wish it to everyone! :)

   №2, how long have you been on beans, if you get tired then write again, you will sing another song then. Everyone thinks so at first, but the beans quickly rise and the kebabs seduce with their aroma.

   You do not value your marriage because you have achieved it very easily. You did not fight for your love, your feelings were not real.

   №4, to compare human feelings with beans and kebabs is ridiculous to say the least.

   Marriage is what you make it. If you are boring, unimaginative, do not travel, do not go out (children are not an obstacle), do not create small holidays, it is clear that you will look for another. Then your marriage is just a formality. Don't just wait for gestures from your husband, do something about it.

   Number 5 is absolutely right! At least for me and my husband. We have been a family for seven years and we value every day as a miracle we never hoped for. It was very difficult for us to reach the happiness of waking up in our arms. We were both married when we met, we fell in love catastrophically, for a long time each of us struggled with his conscience, we tried several times to separate. We failed and put the cards on the table. Then a second series began - a war with the former halves, relatives, acquaintances, neighbors, we became black sheep, I was personally pelted with stones in the street by the neighbor's kids, who were apparently told at home that I was a "witch". Anyway, that passed. The financial problems came - we had left everything to our previous partners and started from scratch. And we did it. Then I became seriously ill and barely survived. I have the feeling that I did not give up just because I thought that if I died, I would not be able to kiss my beloved. Gradually the sky cleared and the sun rose. Today we are happy with a modest but full of beauty and love life. I wonder when here, in a crisis in a relationship, they give advice to go on vacation or on a trip with almost "healing purpose". We have created a permanent resort. We live in the city only during the coldest winter months, and the rest of the time we spend in my grandmother's country house nearby. Grandma died a long time ago, we have turned her yard into a huge flower garden, we also grow some vegetables, we have fruit trees, we lead a completely environmentally friendly life in the fresh air, without interfering with our travel to work. But the evenings in the village .... there is no such bliss: the aromas of the garden, the starry sky, the fireflies, the crickets, the frogs from the nearby river, the fire in the barbecue, the cool breeze from the mountain, the taste of a tomato still warm from the sun ... And only me and him. We feel like rulers of the whole world! Sometimes we just sit there and keep quiet, everything we would say to each other, nature whispers to him from all sides. That's why I agree with number 5. People who have fought for their love, and with the worst enemy - themselves, do not need spas and excursions to keep the flame from each other. My knees still soften when my husband touches me, I still throw myself on his neck as soon as he unlocks the front door, he still brings me coffee in bed and calls me just to tell me he loves me. The author of the topic writes that she already understands those who cheat. I also understand them and I feel sorry for them from the bottom of my heart, because I know how terrible the coexistence between people separated by a huge spiritual and physical gap is. I myself have cheated and I remember how painful and self-destructive it is to feel guilty and aware that you are betraying someone's trust. But if there's one thing I'm really sorry about, it's that I didn't be honest with my ex-husband for fear of hurting him. Our relationship was practically dead in the fifth year and then it was time to break up, but I continued to deceive myself and him for another 10 years that everything was fine. In the end, what was written happened, but we both lost a lot of time. A time when instead of playing as a family, we could be happy - each with his partner. I myself have cheated and I remember how painful and self-destructive it is to feel guilty and aware that you are betraying someone's trust. But if there's one thing I'm really sorry about, it's that I didn't be honest with my ex-husband for fear of hurting him. Our relationship was practically dead in the fifth year and then it was time to break up, but for 10 more years I continued to deceive myself and him that everything was fine. In the end, what was written happened, but we both lost a lot of time. A time when instead of playing as a family, we could be happy - each with his partner. I myself have cheated and I remember how painful and self-destructive it is to feel guilty and aware that you are betraying someone's trust. But if there's one thing I'm really sorry about, it's that I didn't be honest with my ex-husband for fear of hurting him. Our relationship was practically dead in the fifth year and then it was time to break up, but I continued to deceive myself and him for another 10 years that everything was fine. In the end, what was written happened, but we both lost a lot of time. A time when instead of playing as a family, we could be happy - each with his partner. but I continued to deceive myself and him for another 10 years that everything was fine. In the end, what was written happened, but we both lost a lot of time. A time when instead of playing as a family, we could be happy - each with his partner. but I continued to deceive myself and him for another 10 years that everything was fine. In the end, what was written happened, but we both lost a lot of time. A time when instead of playing as a family, we could be happy - each with his partner.