Hello. Greetings to all of you. Haven’t visited the site recently. Today I read the letter I wrote a year ago.
Compared to that time, my life has changed a lot. Now I live happily in my country with my family. But my husband of 2 years ago has not changed.
I don’t like to do s**t, I still do it, but later I stopped doing it. Because I got nu-uts a-m-rag. I was like an 18-year-old girl after loving him and aspiring to be loved.
But we have very little time together, because we have separate families, so we wait for them and share milk. Human life is very strange, he told me, I fell madly in love with him and met him for two years. At the end of the chapter, when he chose me and was ready to leave his family, I came to my senses a little.
In fact, I was ready to leave my estranged husband, but I didn’t want to expose my son to a stepfather. I don’t have that right, and I didn’t want to take him away from his wife and children and live in poverty.
But I will love him more and more every day. For better or for worse, knowing that I am cheating on my partner, with whom we have been married for 5 years, it is my fault.
It’s hard to change after living to love each other all your life, but the love and care is already gone. When I see my husband, sometimes I cry. Actually, right now we are living like good friends, not husband and wife.
He says I am not a woman but the other part of my body. S**s is no longer strange anymore, it doesn’t matter if there is a woman next to her, she is no longer considered a woman.
Sometimes I ask myself if I have become so ugly that I don’t get the attention of my husband, but I am still attracted to many nice guys…
It’s strange, you can’t be so mean to balance this life, even if you tell yourself to stop now, it’s no use, he calls me to text me, and then he just answers the bottom and gets excited like a child…
Of course, the most important thing is that I will keep my promise to my son, my spouse, and the family I have made for myself at any time. But if my life will last a few years with nu-uts a-m-rag.
Sometimes I wish my husband had a nu-uts a-m-rag. I think that he is not my property, but he will not destroy his family.
In fact, I don’t even understand myself anymore. People will make fun of me, but I just wanted to share my feelings with someone…