Brainworm named husband
Tatiana, hello! Please publish my letter. I understand that my problem is atypical, and I don’t really hope for advice, but I’m really confused.
I have a husband. The hand does not rise to write: I am married, because I am not behind him. He just is. We have been married for 6 years, and suddenly I discovered that my husband was in full swing at work. He was not too worried about my feelings, that I would think there, if I found out, and did not particularly hide it.
And I'm not too upset. I realized that we cooled to each other, and mentally and in bed. Of course, I was satisfied in my mind, knowing that we built life, that I was married and all that. And in bed, he pecked my brains for a long time, said that I needed little, that I was frigid, and he was a giant.
After debriefing, when his tricks came out, we agreed that life suits us together, so we will continue, just everyone has the right to a personal relationship, to my lover and his mistress.
Norm Only then everything went awry! As soon as he completely switched to his left woman and began to peck at her, and he was a decent bore in life, she took it and sent him away. There, where Makar calves drove.
And everything turned out differently for me.
I wondered what I could do and who was around me. I suddenly saw people whom I had simply not noticed before. Girls, boys, colleagues, and one nice and clever man.
And now I have a lover. It turned out that I was not at all frigid. I realized that I was happy, and happiness is such a powerful means that it should be taken little by little, like cognac after dinner), and I did not force our relationship and everything is fine. But not at home.
My dear spouse, rejected with his whining intelligent little girl, now every time, as soon as I linger with my friend, brings the brain to me.
He calls me bl ** yu, bitch and slut. I don’t understand at all why I received these flattering ranks, I didn’t ask for such a situation, he himself suggested. He told me: you are a frigid careerist, get a lover for yourself, then you will understand everything. I started and understood.
I don’t want to get divorced at all, but he pecked a teme to me before the hole, I said divorce. He answered me; x, you, not a divorce, we live as we lived. The situation is complicated by the little daughter, who. Having listened to our fun, she took me to her for the time being, my mom.