My sad story of life. When I got married in the Jura was in love with her that is called crazy. And he loved me too.
Another in my place would have closed the door of his house and was glad happiness. But somehow I do not so arranged.
I would like to attach to all her joy, I was inspired by the idea that everything we love, must necessarily fall in love with each other. Our house was always open to guests, especially for my girlfriends ....
Sveta at the time of my marriage was already divorced - a banal result of hasty marriage at seventeen. But my friend is not too upset: twenty-four still to come, not birth children, a lot of fans, choose the seemingly anyone.
But she asks another date with new acquaintances often prefer a quiet evening at home. I was glad we did well communicated threesome! The very shill her visit, deceived the pies with cabbage, the disk with a new film.
We have made a habit of spending time together, I was so stupid that even left Yura Svetka together the whole evening - visiting my mother went to the evening knitting. I was there knitting, but they are at home to cook dinner, waiting for his beloved wife and friend - not life, but an idyll ...
As you might guess, my husband finally changed. And the girlfriend has changed. Life collapsed overnight. All wondered where I had watched something? It had bells were ....
I began to remember: that's Jura Svetka together dance, and she tilts her head on his shoulder. Here they have something hotly debated, stopped at my appearance. So they already have their secrets and secrets while I cherished our pioneer three Union.
A wise woman in my place would not have to leave the other alone with her husband, well, just in case. Especially as she asks this flirtatious ....
Why do I think that her coquetry selective and my husband to be applied in any case can not? Just about anything I did not think. Jura - not Don Juan and looking after each counter-skirt.
It seemed to me enough to believe unconditionally in his loyalty once and for all. But because man is weak, especially the man ....
It's like putting a child to eat a chocolate bar and ban.
Parting with her husband once I found the strength and reached the bagpipe. This was not a trivial affair, their relationship turned out to be much deeper and more serious.
Yura went on to say that he loves only me, that I should forgive him, but somehow hid his eyes. Her best friend, of course, stopped coming to visit us, but I felt - they meet.
Sveta wrote me a letter of repentance, where repented that they had seen on his initiative. In general, the three of us began the love. We ran to each other and to each other as much as half a year.
That Jura slept under my door, and I did not open, it would not let itself to Sveta, we both were looking for him through the city in different locations.
In the end everything went, no one was left in no love, no family, no friendship.
The woman called the guardian of the family hearth, and this role is not confined to the kitchen to the efforts of one - alas, I realized it too late .....
This is my sad
love story
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Women's secrets
He is 27 years old, and I was 15 then, and I seem to have fallen in love ...
I have here a story ...
And everything would be fine, all right, but he is 27 years old ... And I is 15, and I seem to have fallen in love ...
I live with my grandmother. A grandmother is constantly clings to youth age 20 - 28, as a type of a wise man to give advice when necessary, etc.
Well I clung to her guy, kind of cute ... but he divorced and paying alimony.
The guy is good, but does not carry on his girls. We walked with him, he chose the clothes, in the church, he dragged me ..
Well, such as it is possible to twist rope in family life. His ex-wife pursues ... He's in shock, constantly calls me complaining.
Well, he is, how to describe it ... mug, I said pin from salary card even ..
Gallant: the door opens in front of me, the bag will suffer ... Then I met him work, I apologize for the fact that did not go with him back to the church ..
He is very good, easily appeased, but the truth bore strong. We had walked all vidili his friends, they've already identified ...
And everything would be fine, all right, but he is 27 years old ... And I is 15, and I seem to have fallen in love ...
Daniel
This first love from the past
My love story begins with kindergarten. We went to the same group. Some adults can barely remember myself in those years, I, too, but Pasha I remember very well. He was like a little prince. The most beautiful boy in the garden. All the girls went after him on his heels. I was in this respect more than lucky, I'm friends with him, but rather with his friend, and therefore was always with him.
But then I was 6 years old, my parents decided to send me to school a year earlier (when taken with 7, and only occasionally to 6 years). I remember when I was sad to leave. I am a very emotional person, so I find it hard to forget such bright moments of life. My mother worked in the garden of an accompanist, I have a whole year after that she asked, not whether Pasha resigned from the garden, too, but she was not sure, and said that half of the group had gone to school.
Until the 5th grade I was hoping to see him. Over time, I began to forget it, but it was a strange feeling every time in the class brought new pupil. I always looked at the door, which included brand new with the hope that now go down someone whom I have long been waiting for. I do not know how to explain it, I kind of forgot it, but was still waiting. I did not know who I want to see at the door, only knew that someone forward.
It happened in the 10th grade. I remember that was October or November, I have over the economy, was the last lesson, and I went down to the door, when he saw on the staircase that rises to top guy. He looked at me, and I thought I knew him.
At home, I was lying and tried to remember. I do not know how to remember it, just suddenly surfaced in his head talking with my mother, I learned, had gone there from kindergarten Pasha. I remembered, and as a garden and missed him, and how to fifth grade wanted him moved to my school.
I found a photo of the garden, and saw him. One person is there, on the stairs, but he grew up, became higher, but it was the Prince of the garden. I was scared as hell then. You know it's like seeing a ghost. But when I moved, it was a happy cry. I was given the chance, which I dreamed.
Just what I was doing, he did not pay attention to me. No, he knew that I was the girl with his parallel class, but I did not notice. I wrote to him, we got to talking, and began to chat a bit.
In eleventh grade, we had a Christmas disco. We danced, had fun with my friends, I saw him next to me, and how he tried to set me up with a friend. That was the point. A friend was rejected, and Pasha was the last time I spent hating sight. He disappeared for me.
And then I did not care that his heart was torn to him. I was ready to tear the heart, if it is required, if only to forget it. After 11th grade, I learned that he entered the university, where I wanted to go.
It was like a sign from above. I knew that this is the last chance, but did not want to win it. It hurt me very much then. I could not forgive. It only remained to wait. We did one university classes were in one case, only the different departments. It even wants us to reduce the space, but we do not want.
One day I went to the hostel through the Student Park, it is just next to the University, and saw the dog. In general, I love dogs, especially shepherds, but it was scary. I went to the store with sausage. Shepherds do not usually react to it. But this dog like that snapped at me, she stopped at my feet and started barking so I thought it would die of fright.
I was shocked when I saw who ran to the bark. It was Pasha. He was the owner of Jack (the dog's name was). And she did not want me to attack, she was looking for the sausage. His favorite treat after training. Pasha coached Jack in the park every day, and I just came at the wrong place at the wrong time.
When I listened Flank excuses and apologies I was terribly funny. Fate really brings us together. We went on this strange note, but my heart was lighter, he paid with his strangulated pride resentment that caused me to school.
After all, he did not want to talk to me, but there was no choice, I had to be nice, so I did not call the police. Jack found himself a nice dog. He remembered me. I always liked animals. From now on, when I was walking in the park, he found me and barked, calling Pasha, and while he did not come, we play with Jack.
Over time, it seemed to me that the Pasha would often walk in the park. My hostel was next, so I even studied there sometimes, but he lived on. I was happy to see Jack. I'm very attached to him. And even learned to ask for treats. What I did not like Pasha, because he told me the next day.
It was a strange meeting. He came to the park, Jack found me, we played, and Pasha just watched, sometimes saying something, but rarely. Dog hire - something like that. After three months, I had to go home for a short while, two weeks, I did not appear at the university. And when I returned, the first thing I saw in the park Jack. I ran up to him to say hello, and saw the Pasha, he gave me flowers and invited on a date.
As I learned later, he was worried that I was not at school and in the park, and to find out from my friends, where I was and when I get back. After the first date he told me in love, but I did not want to rush. I was pleased to torture him for past wrongs. We dated for a month when I finally gave up and also confessed her love for him. Since we are together, and Jack very happy.
