The guys will now say: Well, a priori we dont have a chance. All of you girls are the same, you have a list of traits of an ideal man, and here we are suffering, trying to look after you. Why try to please you if its still unrealistic?
Guys won't read this book, so I won't answer the imaginary question.
Third. He really wasn't the same.
Dear representatives of the stronger sex, if you still found this reading worthy of your attention, then here is the answer.
You can be perfect and still not suit your sweetheart. It's not about you or us. There's just no light. There was no tension in the clitoris.
Rough? Yes. But I dont know a better criterion than to show this to you colorfully, using an example close to your anatomy.
A girl shouldn't just agree to your presence and advances. She must want you at least a little.
You know the joke. How to tell if a girl likes a guy? Let her throw her panties up in the air after the date. Stuck to the ceiling I liked it.
I have my own parameters: a guy must be self-sufficient, daring, cheerful, witty, then handsome, smelling delicious, rich and generous, be successful with women, and show me at least the slightest signs of attention.
If your girlfriend doesn't want you, then she doesn't love you.
This is all nonsense that: a woman loves with her ears, the main thing for her is support and protection, the main thing is to respect and be gentle, and sex comes later. A woman is the same as a man, only the penis is too small. She also wants the man she loves. If he doesnt want to, then he doesnt love her anymore.
This doesn't mean he's cheating. We can live perfectly well without men for years. She just doesnt want this particular husband, which means she doesnt love him. She lives with him for some benefit. The same self-affirmation, for example.
What will my friends think if Im left alone? What will I live on if he leaves? Ive never lived alone, Im afraid of loneliness and so on.
Therefore, dear men, if the woman you love has a headache, is tired, and has any other excuse to refuse sex, then she no longer wants you, and therefore no longer loves you. Maybe he loves as a loved one, a friend, but not as a husband.
If you leave, then perhaps she will come to her senses, begin to want you and love you again, but if you yourself have not done anything to increase her libido in relation to you, then, alas, everything will happen again.
You should change. You should find out what makes her sexually aroused when she sees you, what makes her clitoris erect. And be strong to hear the truth from her. The truth will be tough.
If this woman is dear to you, then do as she asks. Well, in the end, if you lose a couple of kilograms, tone your gray hair, treat tooth decay, take a comedy or female seduction course, change your job to earn more, then your life will be easier.
If I had known this then, I would not have reacted to any of them at all, I would have simply continued to develop calmly and waited for my husband. If I didn't meet, I wouldn't waste my time.
They say sex is good for health. What nonsense. Orgasm is necessary for health. Not sex. A woman can live and develop well by masturbating periodically, and wait for a man who can please her, and not have sex with someone whom your parents or girlfriends match you with with the words isnt it time for you to get married?, I want grandchildren, you are so Youll become an old maid.
There is another side to the issue. There are nymphomaniacs, or girls with low IQ, their libido is usually increased. They party, drink a lot, don't have much success in life, but love to have sex.
Men, if you are still reading my work, then my advice to you is, do not fall for such people. They will cheat on you, their wet panties won't tell you anything. This treacherous underwear will destroy you.
So, girls, I'll get back to you.
My first experience of a painful breakup was with Vasya, a DJ from my town. A year younger than me, but stronger and more mature in appearance. He fell in love so much that for two weeks after I left him he didnt want to give up. He asked my friend to help, he looked for a meeting with me, called me at home.
I didn't want to meet him then. During one of our meetings, I clung to his words and played offended. Then I asked my mother to tell him that I was not at home. And finally, I persuaded my friend to tell him that I met someone else on the way home that day and fell in love.
He fell behind.
About a month later, I found out that he was already dating someone else, older and more beautiful than me. I saw them together and
We have gradually arrived at the fourth criterion.
Fourthly. All these guys got another girl after the breakup, which made me jealous. Oh, a wonderful feeling that propels us to incredible accomplishments, clouds our minds and drags us into the abyss of recklessness. It has an effect until you get yours and defeat your opponent.
If I had understood the deplorability of the situation then, I would have given up everything at once.
How absurd it is to fight another girl for your piece of the pie. There are a lot of cakes from famous chefs around, and I was furious over a stale, moldy pie with viburnum.
Where is this guy now? I sometimes look at my exes on social networks; he cant be called happy. A divorced guy older than his years, who still doesnt watch his weight well, drinks liters of beer, and flirts with women. Everything is the same as before, before me.
Am I glad that I didnt manage to get him back then? Undoubtedly.
She suffered a lot. I cried at night. I dragged myself to the club during his shifts with my friends to shine. I agreed to have sex when he was drinking too much and dragging me along. I went to try to enter not only law school, but also medicine, to prove to him that he was not the only one who wanted to become a doctor. He never did. I studied for seven fucking years.
Sorry. I didnt want to swear, but how we still love to drive ourselves into traps.
Its good that she left to study in another city, we never saw each other again. Time helped me recover from the fixed idea and reconsider my life guidelines.
I never loved him, it was just a thirst to defeat my rival.
Do you know why I say so confidently?
Right! You learn quickly.
Because I never wanted him. The panties, so to speak, did not stick to the ceiling.
"Treason."
Oh, this is a new chapter and new details. If this has never happened to you, get up and go away.
Kidding. But I dont believe that there is even one unfortunate person who has never found out about the betrayal. Please note, Im not saying that she wasnt cheated on, Im talking about knowledge.
Everyone has gone through this at least once.
And I guess that I finally caught the adulterer in an unseemly act.
I used to think that everyone always changes. But in reality it turned out that not all, but at least once.
What I mean? I'll explain now. Every person, by the age of thirty, or even twenty-five, has encountered the fact that he was cheated on or that he himself cheated on him at least once.
Life is such a thing that if it is faced with a serious harmful action, it tries not to repeat it again. Rare exceptions cannot cope with this without outside help.
Here I will touch on my sister a little and tell you what influence she had on my life.
From the age of eight, I was something like a recorder for my nineteen-year-old blood friend. I didnt understand anything of what she was saying, but I wrote everything down. I tried to keep the conversation going because she was giving me money for ice cream.
She woke up after another disco in the morning, on fumes and tipsy, gave me money for tomato juice for herself and sweets for me, and after I returned from the store, she told me about the guys.
I always admired her beauty and charm, she had no end of admirers, but at the same time I didnt believe them one iota.
All guys cheat, there is no such thing as love, you just need to use them.
I heard these guidelines, almost like a mantra, from my sister for ten years.
I grew up and we even went to clubs together, but her attitude towards men did not change an exclusively consumerist approach, no attachments, one hundred percent confidence that as long as she cheats on herself, they will not cheat on her and therefore will not hurt her.
She doesnt talk about the part of the phrase after the ellipsis, but its a no brainer.
Another interesting observation that I made is media propaganda.
Remember the Argentine TV series "Black Pearl"? There, Perla was constantly disappointed with Thomas, that he was weak in the front.
I was a fan of this series, and of course it left its mark on my worldview.
Next, gossip about relatives and acquaintances played a role: Uncle Sasha cheated on Aunt Sveta, my cousins boyfriend cheated on her throughout the relationship, his ex-wife cheated on my father, the parishioners husband left for another woman, Uncle Gena cheated on Aunt Lena and eventually left her.
How prosaic everything is, you say. I will confirm your words. Its trite when people cheat, but were still shocked every time: He seemed like such a good person.
So yes, I expected something like this all the time.
And finally, when I relaxed in my twenties after three years of seclusion, and began the first serious relationship in my life (it lasted about two months), he left me.
And later he admitted that he had cheated.
This man drank every day, drove drunk, threw hysterics about sex, even proposed marriage to me. And in the end he left with the words: You were too nagging at me.
As a religious fanatic, I tried to make a man out of Dima, criticized and nagged him so that he would change, manipulated sex so that he would change.
And in the end she got hit in the back.
Do you know what's terrible? I wasnt upset that this fallen little man slept with someone else, I sprinkled ashes on my head for my nagging.
I sincerely believed that I should return him and slow down. That since he wanted to get married, then he is the one and I need to change myself, become more loyal to his shortcomings, more patient, forgive and start all over again.
Of course, you already know the sequel. You can guess that I started drinking with him, going to nightclubs, skipping school, and generally becoming more cynical than I was.
Girls, if you tried to imitate your imperfect man only on the assumption that he was the one, then let the world cry, because this is the greatest stupidity of the weak half of humanity.
So what could I do then.
First, do not start a relationship with an alcoholic at all. In Russia, despite the supposed genetic predisposition, there are still men who do not abuse alcohol.
Secondly, I could recognize his psychoticism even in his first hysteria and drive it away.
Thirdly, after he stopped picking up the phone and calling himself, it was worth leaving everything de facto. It was worth completely immersing yourself in studying, and maybe even working part-time, so that there was no time left for stupid thoughts.
Every evening I returned from university to a rented apartment, where my neighbor regularly worked or slept after a night out, and cried in the bathroom.
I hardly ate, I got hooked on The Sims (this is a computer game), and if my friend could stay with me for a little while, I occupied her ears and made her depressed.
It was a difficult period, I took Corvalol twice in order to somehow fall asleep. Thank God, I clearly understood the harm of antidepressants and psychiatrists and did not go for help.
Zhanna, that same neighbor, had been on antidepressants years earlier because of her boyfriends infidelity. What did it cost her? There was barely life She tried to commit suicide one night while on medication.
Yes, you heard right. Not before or after taking them, but during. Before the intervention of psychotherapists, Zhanna simply suffered and cried, her threats of suicide were just words, which alarmed her parents.
But after a week of taking psychotropic drugs, Zhanna got up at night while the convoy was sleeping and went to commit suicide.
Her parents woke up in time and stopped her. This was followed by a difficult period of rehabilitation with withdrawal symptoms, but she coped with it and stopped taking the terrible drugs.
I, taught by her experience, clearly defined my life: I will never take any drugs to treat mental pain.
Corvalol was the only weak drug that I wanted to use as therapy.
But in the end it wasnt he who helped, but you know what?
Comedy club. Yes, yes, the same one with Pavel Volya and Alexander Nezlobin.
The guys pulled me out of my apathy without even knowing it.
Was there a better way than sarcastic TV hosts?
Yes.
If only someone had told me a hundred times that it was not my fault. With love and care he would convey to me that I am not to blame for the guys betrayal. If I realized that I was responsible for the breakup, that I was the cause, but responsibility is not the same as guilt, then I would cope.
And in the end, do you know what happened? For about another year I tried to bring Dima back in my usual manner, and I succeeded. True, by that time, cynicism towards men had reached the height of my nature, and I went looking for new adventures.
Then I saw a similar situation in several other women.
Tatyana's acquaintance chose the path of living with an alcoholic who beat her, but loved her, instead of self-improvement and a happy life.
Anna, a friend, became a debauchee because of her husband, who drank, cheated and beat her.
The stepdaughter abandoned her studies and began to abuse alcohol because of the guy who proposed to her and, according to rumors, also cheated on her. With her, fortunately, the story quickly corrected itself; the right people were nearby, who quickly grabbed her by the hands and pulled her out of the quagmire, which almost sucked her in. Exactly a month was enough to discover the deplorability of the situation and quickly take drastic measures to restore its causality over life.
What have we done? They did not support her, they condemned her actions (not her in any case). She wrote down her harmful actions towards herself and other people, sorted by time, place, form and event, after which she immediately left her boyfriend, an alcoholic gambling addict, and found herself an evening job in an elite organization together with a new decent young man.
If in my time, then at the age of twenty, I knew such technology, I would have been able to avoid a lot of mistakes.
Do you think that I speak in cliches and in a very veiled manner?
True, because censorship doesn't let some things through. If you are especially interested in how to survive the pain of loss, you can find me on Instagram and write. I will be glad to help individually in your situation.
Back to cheating.
What happens when a person is drawn to flirt (and cheating begins with this) with another person?
Let's take a closer look.
What is a weak front?
In my opinion, this has always been a kind of whim.
Well, that is, we are all polygamous by nature and we would all like to have sex with several sexual partners without feeling remorse.
And since man is a highly organized being and has learned to live in society, he is obliged to fulfill the demands of the majority in order to get along with it.
For example, what are the requirements of the majority?