Hello ladies! I am a woman. With my confession here, I want to share how a low self-esteem and harassment by the man's family can bring you to the bottom. I hope someone reads and learns a lesson. I want to emphasize that I do not mean sympathy or regret. I mentioned the purpose of my story ... For me, it all started a long time ago. A small member of my family has died. He was 10 years old. It was horrible. At the same time, I met a boy I fell in love with. The beginning was good until my parents went abroad to treat my brother and then I was left alone with my grandmother. He started beating me for no reason. I was a young complex girl (now, looking at my photos before, I look like a pretty girl, but it wasn't like that then). .. I went to them all the time. In general, his family treated me well. The first 2-3 months. Then his mother's bad treatment began. My brother was being treated abroad, she was telling my friend here that he was not a trash can. They called me a cow, a crane ... he kept beating me. I was a student, alone with my grandmother. They called on the phone that my brother had died, his family did not flinch. His mother told me that she had warned me that this would happen, and it was very cruel. I was 17. Then my psyche collapsed in such a way that I could not break away from them, insults, beatings, I assure you, without reason. They insulted my family, he told me to stop talking about my brother, he was tired. I never managed to separate from them. How many times has my nose been bleeding, my eye bruised ... Over the years, he began to settle down, he was behaving badly again, but less frequently. His mother moved out of town. She was constantly preparing huge quantities of food, for which I had to go to her village and bring them back. She was constantly flaunting how beautiful she and her granddaughters were, "not like some," looking at me. She started when she came back to town to take my clothes and not give them back to me. He called his son to suffer. My friend was arguing with me, he was attacking me. I was running out of money. He didn't believe that his mother was capable of that. I was getting a lot of tension. I lost my breath, she took me to a nearby hospital, my legs and arms went numb, I thought it was my last moment, and then hell began for me, 2 years ... 10 months of antidepressants. This is the worst condition. I don't wish it on anyone. I was left with a well-shaken psyche, vulnerable to minor incidents. It's hard to live like that sometimes. A weak psyche that I struggle with and I can't overcome. Missed chances, sad fate. I am now almost 30 years old, with this psyche, with this past. In a city where many people know about the above events. I will soon be 30 and I wish a little more joy for me and my family. I shared the story with you because I know that there are girls and women of all ages who are about to be shaken. With this "confession" I want to tell them how far they will go if they continue .... Have self-respect, don't become like me. It's hard to live like that sometimes. A weak psyche that I struggle with and I can't overcome. Missed chances, sad fate. I am now almost 30 years old, with this psyche, with this past. In a city where many people know about the above events. I will soon be 30 and I wish a little more joy for me and my family. I shared the story with you because I know that there are girls and women of all ages who are about to be shaken. With this "confession" I want to tell them how far they will go if they continue .... Have self-respect, don't become like me. It's hard to live like that sometimes. A weak psyche that I struggle with and I can't overcome. Missed chances, sad fate. I am now almost 30 years old, with this psyche, with this past. In a city where many people know about the above events. I will soon be 30 and I wish a little more joy for me and my family. I shared the story with you because I know that there are girls and women of all ages who are about to be shaken. With this "confession" I want to tell them how far they will go if they continue .... Have self-respect, don't become like me. I will soon be 30 and I wish a little more joy for me and my family. I shared the story with you because I know that there are girls and women of all ages who are about to be shaken. With this "confession" I want to tell them how far they will go if they continue .... Have self-respect, don't become like me. I will soon be 30 and I wish a little more joy for me and my family. I shared the story with you because I know that there are girls and women of all ages who are about to be shaken. With this "confession" I want to tell them how far they will go if they continue .... Have self-respect, don't become like me.
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Very well written story, but unfortunately most women in this situation will not change their lives because of your story, and there are even extreme cases that stand with the man even when he brought them to the intensive care unit or killed or disabled a child. But you, thank God, didn't get there. Unfortunately, you became the first victim of your family, which fought so hard for the doomed child to the last that he forgot about his health. This is always the case, even in the best families, and that is why there are already homes, sanatoriums and psychologists in developed countries who specialize in siblings of sick or dying children. I hope you have found yourself and been healed - this is the most important thing, and a man will be found for you. The important thing is to get on your feet, the rest will be Success