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From the author: As usual, the topic for a new article was suggested to me by your letters. I will not tire of repeating that everything that happens to you happens by your own will, your choice. You chose not to know, to be offended, to be angry, to be angry, to cheat, to live in illusions. This is why you suffer. And it’s not the stars’ fault, not Ophiuchus, but your attitude, your reaction to what is happening, your and only your choice. “Always set a price for yourself higher than the cost.” Letter: “Women are fools” No one or anything has your strength to do what you need to do yourself. Hello Sima! Today I noticed your newsletter. I thought about the situations that foolish women find themselves in, unfortunately, I myself am no different from everyone else. And I understand that. I'm turning 52 in May. Fortunately, I am a self-critical person and I know all my mistakes. But, as they say, I step on the same rake more than once. To be more precise, I walk along the same field and drag them along with me, in order to step on them once again, to the detriment of myself. I lived my 52nd birthday, postponing living until later, and now it’s almost the finish line, nothing is behind me, the unknown is ahead. On December 31, 2002, my third husband left me, the first died, the second was kicked out with difficulty, and the third, with whom I lived for 15 years, left on his own. The reason, I think, is known to me. And I’m trying again to find those gardens of mine that are blooming somewhere. And like many women who met a man on the Internet, he lives far from me. We sometimes call him back, we know each other from photographs and telephone conversations. The meeting doesn't work out, he's an entrepreneur. Of course, I can wait until our infinity, I have no patience, but I want to live now, how long can I put it off? Quality of life The quality of your life depends entirely on how courageously and creatively you work with the traumas received in early childhood. And this is the only road along which you increase your self-esteem. My name is Lera, I called you and told you that my husband beat me at night, broke my nose, etc. Sima, please tell me the details by which I I can pay for your work - I would like to get advice from you, I need it - a complete feeling that the earth is disappearing from under my feet. To be honest, I saw your page on the site a long time ago, but I hoped that I could figure it out myself, that everything not so “neglected”. It’s impossible to tell everything on paper, but still the main thing: The husband began to drink. The stingy guy has become terrible. He doesn't know what he wants. In bed, as before, everything is fine, but otherwise, life is becoming hell. Strange things began to happen that were impossible to understand, but to believe him, it seemed as if you were becoming insane. I decide to leave. As soon as I try to be calm and “cold,” he begins to beg to forgive him. After two days, everything changes - he can start flirting with someone in front of my eyes. One evening, a girl from my work called, he grabbed the phone and began to openly “glue”. Then again there was a scandal and a fight, although you couldn’t even call it a fight - just kicking, punching in the face, head, ears, chest. Broken nose, concussion, I’m silent about bruises. On April 3, we talked to you. I hoped that this would “bring me” to my senses. The husband treats his cousins ​​with more tenderness and attention. Maybe this is some kind of love for me? I understand with my mind that this is all humiliating, but I can’t do anything, and he doesn’t leave - he only torments my soul. Now she says that she’s too good for him, she won’t leave on her own, she’ll ruin my life. Then she says that it’s time for me to have a lover, then that she can’t live without me. I assume that he has someone, they don’t throw such words around. What should I do? I'm just going crazy!!! And then all this began to interfere, I can’t work, sleep, eat, just think about something, I’m depressed. Help me please. Think about it. How can I convince you to respect yourself, dear women? Leaving such a despot husband is what every self-respecting person would do: 317284492