Imitate others and tell your own story. Don’t rush to kill me. According to some comments, it looks very scary. I have a husband and 1 child. My husband is the dream guy of most girls.
He is gentle, never yells at me, loves me very much, and is a good father. Arhu never quarrels too much, and naturally does not like to lose his temper.
He is handsome, and when you walk down the street with him, you will see a lot of girls staring at him. Even so, my husband thinks about a child other than me, but it doesn’t seem possible.
Think about what this idiot is talking about, like a salesman who praises his bad goods. I’m just trying to make a contrast and then write about myself.
Two black tigers have spent a long time together, which is unbelievable for people of our age. It was the first of everything for each other. I always thought that we were each other’s first and last. But until recently.
It’s okay to hide it, I’m often looked at by men, but I don’t attack anyone, I’m just a human being. But when I think about that one bad day, I can hardly sit even now.
There was a party at a friend’s cottage, and for some reason, I missed it. My husband was absent at that time. It was like getting out quickly. But how did I know that a young man followed me? To tell the truth, I never saw him as anything but a friend.
As he was going to walk away like a human being, the guy came from behind saying, hey, you forgot your bag. I remember that I didn’t say much because I was so tired when I got my clothes.
But without a word, he grabbed me and started to cry. My head was turning and I was standing on my tongue, but I had no objection anymore when I found out…
He had really crazy sex that night, there was nothing but the lust of a young man who was bored with years of monotonous sex without any affection or warmth.
But that guy stopped breaking up with me, he said he wants to meet. I love it, it’s too dry, it’s hard, that’s it. Send me strange things with various love themes. But I started to hate him. Bad bastards, pigs, animals that made the boy angry. I already admitted that it was beautiful, but not everything beautiful is good or right.
What if I drank until I couldn’t control my body / But I only drank 2 glasses of whiskey and tonic, it’s not a dose to get rid of a drunkard, I think I was too happy that day and I got rid of it quickly/,
What’s the point of cursing myself now for why I went there? Every day, when I look at my face, I feel like I want to wrap my arms around the thought of his unbroken faith in me.
I haven’t met that guy again, and I won’t in the future.
But I am a stupid boy. Once a terrible mistake was made. I took back what I wrote about the above comment. No matter how, how to see. I’m a creature I met while cursing.