As a researcher on female sexuality, I state that most social stereotypes about women are extremely erroneous, false and distorted.
Today, relationships between a man and a woman are usually built according to a completely predictable formula:
- Girls push their beloved guys to cheat with their jealousy and suspicion, nagging.
- Guys cheat on them, i.e. the ladies get what they fought for, and their loved ones are no longer listening to unfounded accusations, they are already suffering for a reason.
- Women lose interest in sex after an act of male adultery...
- ...And they begin to become interested in someone else.
- They also start gossiping with their girlfriends.
- Gradually they become more and more embittered, dissatisfied and offended individuals.
- Gradually they begin to start a conversation with their loved one about the need to live separately for a while...
- And, in the end, they accuse their partner of all mortal sins, without admitting even a drop of guilt. The girls themselves become unhappy and pour out their poison on everyone around them. This horror ends in a break in the relationship or divorce and division of property.
The biggest misconception of husbands concerns the fact that they are sure that since their beloved wife is not interested in sex, it means that she could not decide to cheat, and since she - “ good girl”, which means I couldn’t even discuss your family relationships with girlfriends.
At the same time, gossiping ladies also never consider themselves gossipers, they are sure that they are decent women - after all, they “give” to everyone in order, in the order of the general queue, so to speak.
That is why, until very recently, it was not customary in our society to raise the issue of female infidelity. It was believed that polygamy was the exclusive domain of men. However, the further we go into the slums of the sexual revolution, the more obvious it becomes that women are not such monogamous creatures either.
Cheating on your wife: The whole truth about female infidelity in one story
...After my 27th birthday and 4 years of marriage, I felt like an extremely unhappy woman. There was so much boredom and loneliness in my life that it became a serious problem for me. I began to look at my husband as a criminal, responsible for all my failures. Needless to say, our sex life was practically absent as a phenomenon?
A little later, I found out the reason - it was an ordinary crisis in our family, and in general, most ladies prefer to break off marital ties before they turn 30, 40, 50 or 60 years old. For what? To get started new life! Naturally, with a new partner...
At first I was absolutely happy - I had my own home, my beloved husband, my own family...
But still something was missing. I started to lose interest in intimate relationships. In fact, I began to avoid contact with the once dearly beloved man - either I felt bad, or I had urgent matters when I had to go to bed with my husband.
For me, sex has become something like work, the proverbial marital duty. Sometimes after intimacy I felt raped or somehow defective, and stopped enjoying myself. I began to be afraid that my husband would start cheating on me, leave me...
Then I fell in love with a guy from the outside. I didn’t want sex with him for a very long time, we were just great friends, he understood me so much! We had a platonic relationship for several months. Until this happened...
I was very worried about my betrayal, I felt a sense of guilt - after all, I turned out to be so ungrateful to the person who sacrificed everything for me. Everything reminded me of my crime. And the worst thing is that my husband didn’t notice anything, he was very gentle and affectionate with me, although I didn’t even deserve to kiss his hands.
I became a prude: I bitterly condemned those of my friends who cheated on their husbands, and in my heart I hoped that my beloved would never find out about my misconduct...
However, over time, I stopped assessing this situation from the point of view of my guilt, and began to look for excuses for myself.
And, naturally, I found them. I began to make fun of my beloved, to be ironic with or without reason, to accuse him of devoting little time to me, not satisfying my needs in marriage and not taking into account my desires.
And then I fell in love again. Already into another guy. But it's really, really hot. Of course, I felt that I was not doing well and was unfair to my husband, but I could no longer control either myself or the situation. Several times I tried to break off relations with my lover, but each “last” time became just “another”.
For several years I was torn between the need for a divorce and whether my lover would marry me. Calculation stopped me from finally breaking the marital ties.
My husband tried to improve our relationship, make me happier, was very attentive to me, spent more free time with me, helped around the house and in the garden. But I started a conversation about the fact that I needed to be alone to understand myself, asked him to give me freedom, but in fact I just wanted to be with my lover more often and longer.
So I wanted to understand what to do next - get a divorce or not? The most interesting thing is that all these years my husband did not suspect anything, he could not even suspect me, his wife, of cheating. After all, I very rarely had sex with him, and he considered me absolutely frigid.
However, nothing worked out for me with my lover: when I began to spend more time with him, I realized that this was not exactly the person with whom I was comfortable living. Perhaps he felt the same thing - and went to a young 18-year-old pretty girl.
I was simply heartbroken, I did not expect such a betrayal. Subconsciously, I guess I wanted to find new love, but in reality she simply returned to her husband, to the quiet haven of our family. Then I finally got pregnant and gave birth to a son. But sexual desire I was not reborn in relation to my husband...
...Until I suspected him of cheating. Then I kind of fell in love with him again. But he was cold and distant with me. I started accusing him of infidelity, keeping an eye on him, but he didn’t want to listen to anything and simply rented a bachelor’s apartment, which he moved into... He probably took a mistress.
Then came the divorce. This is such an awkward story about betrayal that I came up with. I understand that I did wrong, and that I myself pushed my first husband into adultery. A couple of years later I got married again and since then I have been faithful with all my might.
Interesting facts about female infidelity:
- Did you know that in 75% of cases, divorce is initiated by wives?
- Female sexuality is uneven: it has its peaks and valleys, and is also divided into a number of stages. Changes in active behavior in sex are replaced by complete calm, which can last for several years. And such changes do not depend on the presence or absence of a loved one next to the lady.
- Men and women discuss issues of adultery with friends and girlfriends because they simply do not have enough information, and also because they simply do not recognize the fact that there are any problems in their relationship. To solve them, you just need to communicate more often and more openly with your loved one, not be secretive and not deceive.
Yes, dear girls, what doesn’t happen to us beautiful and charming ones away from home. Both good and, of course, bad. Which category does it belong to? a holiday romance, it’s up to everyone to decide for themselves; for some, a fleeting impulse of feelings is beneficial, but for others it makes them suffer for many months, and sometimes even years. I would like to tell you, my dears, a story from my life, which changed quite a lot in it. It would seem like a chance meeting, but this very meeting inspired me and gave me new strength and desire for life. So, let's begin.
I think, to clarify the picture, I should tell you a little about myself, I’m 26 years old, a seasoned lady, I’ve been married for 7 years. My family life in some places it’s not very prosperous, but on the whole, my husband and I give the impression of being quite happy couple. Friends are jealous, relatives are calm, and we ourselves don’t seem to be at war with our husband, but we don’t feel the same feelings for each other anymore. We live as friends more than as lovers, or to be more precise, we lived before my vacation trip.
Trip to the resort
This happened two years ago, I, being very tired from work and family troubles, decided to give myself a gift - a trip to a resort, to Egypt or Turkey, in general, where it’s warm. I didn’t want to go alone, and my husband didn’t really share my initiative, he said that if you want to go, go, I’m not holding you back, but I won’t go myself, I’ve got enough to do. Of course, it was awkward for me to go like that, to leave him at home alone, and all sorts of suspicions began to torment me, but, nevertheless, I decided that we were both adults and were fully capable of making decisions ourselves. I decided. I'm going. All that remains is to choose with whom. My friends unanimously referred to work, my sister to the fact that there was no one to leave the child with, candidates for a joint vacation were melting before our eyes and I was upset, but then it occurred to me great idea, I think I know a person who definitely won’t refuse me. Well, of course! Why didn't I think of this before? Mother! She will definitely come with me.
Hooray! We go! Finally! My happiness knew no bounds. The four-hour flight passed unnoticed and, now, Sharm El-Sheikh airport is already greeting us with its warm embrace. Amazing weather, warm sea and great hotel, everything was perfect top level. There were still two weeks ahead unforgettable impressions. My mother and I decided to spend this vacation calmly and relax as much as possible, because at home there was only routine. My mother of the old school, although still young, nevertheless recommended that I do without adventures and be extremely attentive and not enter into any contacts. By the way, I didn’t even think that this was possible. It seems that I am still young, but I have already begun to doubt that I can like someone. My husband never indulged me in compliments; my work colleagues also valued me exclusively as a specialist. They only said that my eyes were beautiful, deep, and you could look into them. But I don’t need it, eyes are like eyes, everyone seems to have them like that...z
In the evening to the restaurant
And so, one evening, my mother and I were sitting in a restaurant, slowly sipping one of the local cocktails, and enjoying the view of the setting sun. At that moment, it seemed to me, I was happy, I was able to forget about household chores, I thought only about how I would lie on the beach tomorrow, or maybe book an excursion, or go diving. I had a bunch of plans, but they all collapsed when I heard the phrase behind my back: “Girls, will you mind if I keep you company, so to speak?” I, immersed in my dreams, did not consider it necessary to answer the question posed, I just pulled my glasses over my eyes. This was still not enough, what impudence, we don’t need company! But mom decided otherwise. She agreed and now that the stranger sat down at the table, I could see him clearly.
He was handsome, about 35 years old, polished, well-groomed, quite large, with purely masculine facial features and an unusual profile that for some reason reminded me of an eagle. I couldn’t say that he was handsome, but there was something completely incomprehensible about him that attracted me. He was interesting, he kept us busy all evening with conversations, and my mother was interested in him. I didn’t pay any attention to him, which seemed to make him a little angry. I answered his questions with short and caustic phrases, after which he was a little lost. To be honest, at that moment, I was waiting for the evening to end and for us to go our separate ways. I’ll tell you straight - at first glance I didn’t like him, he was too boring or something...
When it was time to say goodbye, he decided to walk us to our room and, oh, horror, as it turned out, we were also neighbors. He was overly happy about this and did not hide his pleasure. Saying goodbye, he told us that we should definitely see each other tomorrow. Mom was not against it and sincerely did not understand my negative mood. I didn’t want anyone else to interfere with our vacation. No, I wasn't jealous, I just wanted a break from people. I fell asleep thinking about how to quickly get rid of our new friend.
He came early in the morning
The next morning I was awakened by a sharp knock on the door. It’s strange, usually the room is not cleaned this early... Who could it be... Mom was still sleeping, so putting on a robe, I trudged to the door. Our stranger from yesterday stood on the threshold, holding a towel and mask in his hands.
- What, did you wake me up? “Come on, stop lying around, pick up mom and let’s go for a swim,” he said in a cheerful voice.
To say that I was angry with him would be an understatement. Not only did he wake me up, but he didn’t even apologize. Ham! Muttering something dissatisfied under my breath, I promised him that we would come soon, which was completely unexpected for me. Closing the door, I thought about what a fool I was... why did I agree? Sitting down on the bed, I looked at the clock - 6 am... What a nightmare. I failed to wake up my mother; she stubbornly refused to go to the beach so early, tearfully asking for another hour of sleep. Well, fun, now I have to entertain our friend myself. Putting on a swimsuit and taking a towel, I leisurely went out and headed towards the beach. Not even halfway there, I heard a familiar voice.
-Have you come yet? “I thought I couldn’t wait…” he said with undisguised regret.
“It would be better not to wait,” I sarcastically again.
He realized that I was out of sorts again and we walked in silence the rest of the way. He still bothered me with his presence, but less so. This made me a little happy. I think I'm getting used to it. And so, I even dared to break the silence.
- And what are you doing? – I asked surprisingly timidly.
And then it began, he, inspired by my interest, began to animatedly tell me about everything, about nuclear physics, about computers, architecture, military aviation. He spoke so much and in such vivid colors that my unpleasant feelings towards him went away on their own. As it turned out, he is a designer, working on a new project, and would like to display in it some, at first glance, completely incoherent things. I listened to him and was delighted, but he really seems to have talent. I felt calm with him, calm and interesting, in the evenings I sat with him for a long time at a table near the pool and listened to his stories over a glass of something strong. Then I told him myself and, surprisingly, he listened to me, listened with genuine interest and a charming smile. He gave me various advice and, sometimes, I got the impression that I was talking to my older brother or dad. He understood me.
It was amazing
We went swimming together, fooled around, visited excursions and shops. He was the first person who could for such a short time to become almost like family to me. I went to visit him, we could lie on the bed for hours and watch movies, I was glad that he did not pester me, did not seduce me. I thought it might continue to be like this. But I was wrong. One evening, he timidly knocked on our room and said that he was badly burned and needed help. Without any second thoughts, I put on a robe and went to his room, grabbing several burn creams.
I vaguely remember everything that happened next, I remember my hands on his hot back, then his hands on the belt of my robe, then his lips whispering something in my ear. We were covered with wild passion, I couldn’t resist, I was drawn to him. I could not even imagine that this could happen to me, to a girl who was faithful by nature, for whom family was her true value... With him, I forgot about everything. Every morning he brought me flowers and we went to breakfast together. He picked me up and carried me in his arms when I complained that the sand was hot. He took care of me and looked after me in every possible way. I was pleasantly pleased by his attention. But I knew for sure that this would not last long. I enjoyed every day with him, but I knew that I would not leave him any contact. We became even closer when we had a heart-to-heart talk with him, and as it turned out, he was also married. We were very similar to him, but, at the same time, completely different.
The time of my departure was approaching inexorably, I decided to spend my last evening with him. He was gentle and rude, very sensual and touching. We sat on his balcony almost until morning. They talked about everything, about their difficulties, sorrows and thoughts. He told me that there are no unsolvable situations and in everything that happens you need to see only positive side. We said goodbye to him warmly and wished each other good luck and success. In parting, he fatherly kissed me on the forehead and said: “Take care of yourself, girl, you are the best,” and for some reason tears welled up in his eyes.
Sitting on the plane, I replayed everything that happened over and over again. I asked myself the questions “why?”, “why me and him? “, but I still couldn’t find an answer. The only thing I know for sure, and for which I am grateful to him, is that he taught me to rejoice, taught me to find a drop of positivity in a sea of misunderstanding and unhappiness. He revived my heart and he, he was the one who made me feel special. I am very grateful to him for this.
At home, I began to treat my husband differently, more reverently and with greater understanding, surprisingly, and he treated me too. We began to speak the same language, and he began to give compliments. I began to enjoy every day that I spend with him and his every success. Our feelings seemed to flare up again. I didn’t tell him about my betrayal, and I never will. And even if he ever cheated on me, I wouldn’t want to know about it either. Although, now I have begun to view adultery a little differently. This may be a terrible thing for some, but it helped me save my marriage. I'm still not a fan of constantly walking to the left and I still believe that family comes first, but if that's the case... why not?
Treason is something from which no person is immune. In everyone’s life, a situation can happen when a loved one, from whom you don’t even expect anything bad, can ruin everything at one moment by showing infidelity towards his soulmate.
Real stories of cheating can sometimes make you wonder if your loved one is cheating on you. In addition, many will decide what they need to fix in order to prevent cheating in the relationship.
The story of an unfaithful wife
Reconsidering real stories betrayal of his wife, you can pay attention to the story of one man who shared his misfortune. Like all lovers, the man and his beloved woman got married and began to live together. At the time the relationship began, the husband was quite rich, had his own small business, and there was enough money for everything that his other half could wish for.
Several years passed, things were not going well for the man. in the best possible way, the business practically stopped generating income, my wife had to go look for work. It would seem that there is nothing unusual, because everyone has problems and we need to fight them together. However, less than two months had passed when the man began to notice that his wife began to stay late at work too often, and at home she behaved very unusually. Sometimes a woman came with some new things that her friends gave her, if we rely on her words.
Soon the husband decided to go to serious conversation with your soulmate, because such a relationship would lead nowhere. After some conversation, the wife herself admitted that she met a new man at a new work place, who seemed more successful and attractive to her. This was followed by a divorce, the property was divided between a man and a woman.
If we talk about why the wife cheated on her husband, the real story suggests that the reason was the woman’s dissatisfaction. Can you blame her? Probably yes, because when the marriage took place, words about remaining faithful both in sorrow and in joy were probably heard. To prevent a similar situation from arising in your relationship, try to always find mutual language and from difficult situations choose together, making joint efforts.
Real life stories about your wife’s betrayal will help you avoid the mistakes that other people made.
The story of a husband who left his wife
Real stories about betrayal can sometimes amaze with their unusual turns of events. Just recently appeared on the Internet interesting story, the main characters of which were a husband, a wife and a pregnant mistress.
The relationship between husband and wife was quite mutual, they loved each other. However, the man, not finding what he was missing in his soulmate, decided to find himself a mistress for a while. Everything dragged on and it turned out that the man unexpectedly became a future dad. And the whole trouble is that it was not his wife who became pregnant, but his mistress, apparently due to carelessness in sexual relations. It all ended with the man, seeing no other way out of the situation, leaving for the pregnant woman so that the child could grow up in a full-fledged family.
Such a story about treason from real life gives men a reason to think about whether it is worth having mistresses, breaking the hearts of their loved ones. It is important to remember that even if you got married, you should keep it until the bitter end. You should not look for someone who seems better to you; you should bring existing relationships to perfection.
A story about the betrayal of loving wives
Sometimes it happens that a person manages to fall in love with two people at once. This happened in the next story about the wife. Initially, the relationship developed just fine, the marriage was already 6 years old, and a wonderful son appeared. The man was in 7th heaven with happiness with his beloved, but grief was very close.
The wife soon confessed to her beloved husband that she loved two people at once: him and another man. The whole point is that the woman thought that everything would pass and only one single love would resume - love for her husband. It didn’t happen that way and the desire to be with two people at once never faded away. After the cheater confessed everything, the man left her, not wanting to be around her.
Real stories of wife cheating
Such real stories of a wife's betrayal, stories once again confirm that there is no point in cheating if you want to maintain a relationship. In any case, there is a risk that you will have to part with your loved one, no matter how much you want to. It is simply indecent to be offended in such situations, because the one who cheated is to blame, nothing more.
Telling real stories about cheating wives , You can give another story as an example (names, as in all stories, are not voiced). It all started with the fact that husband and wife lived together in perfect harmony. There were no quarrels, no insults. If they fought, it was only over trifles. But one day the wife was invited to a corporate party, where she inadvertently cheated on her husband.
The story lasted a long time, because long time the woman could not admit everything. The day came when she was able to tell everything to her beloved. The man, being reasonable, understood the full value of relationships. Because of this, he was able to forgive his soulmate. After that, a long, happy and happy life awaited them. living together. Such betrayal of a wife is a real life story.
It is worth remembering that if people love each other, it makes sense to forgive, in order to build only warm relations. Even betrayal can be forgiven, the main thing is that both people want to restore everything.
I want to tell you how I cheated on my husband, why I did it and what ultimately came out of this story. I have been married for 5 years and have a child. I love my husband, he is a great father and husband. Before him, I had relationships with two other men, but nothing worked out with them for various reasons. But right now his attitude has somehow changed, some kind of aggression towards me, probably even angry.
We have a problem: he doesn’t suit me in bed, but I really love this business and want to do it. He knows that I am not happy, he knows that I don’t have much pleasure with him. How to continue to live with this? None of the options help.
I often began to have dirty thoughts, and I also have a fan with whom we communicate online (not even one, but two fans, it’s just that the second one is not as active on the site and writes rarely). He knows about our problem, has wanted me for a long time and offers help. But I’m afraid, I can’t decide to cheat on my husband. It seems that I will betray him (my husband) with this act, but, on the other hand, I want to understand whether I can even experience orgasms.
Friends came to visit us that week; we’ve been friends for a long time. It so happened that everyone went to bed, we sat and chatted with my friend and husband, my husband spoke badly about me and scolded me. I don’t know how it happened that our legs were touching his friend’s, everything that my husband said was unpleasant to me, for some reason I began to touch my friend’s leg more and more often... We sat, talked, secretly stroked each other’s legs, and next to The husband sat and did not notice anything. When he went to the toilet, his friend put my hand on his jeans - he was very ready. We were both shocked by what happened. I periodically went to the toilet, then to the bathroom to cool down.
The husband went to bed. We sat, looked at each other's site and were shocked by it all. Then there was a kiss, then there was petting. We both didn’t want to go to sleep, we wanted continuation, terrible interest and fear. It’s scary to do anything at home when his wife and my husband are sleeping next to him. Maybe I should have gone to bed, but I saw that he didn’t want to sleep.
We went outside, found the entrance - passion, kisses, I was shaking all over, contact began - and he immediately came. I was terribly disappointed, he was in a hurry to go home so that no one would suspect anything, he was afraid that this might be revealed, that I would tell someone.
I only had a bitter feeling in my soul: I couldn’t decide to cheat for so long, and when it happened, it greatly disappointed me. On the one hand, there is a logical explanation: terrible overexcitation and that’s why everything happened so quickly for him our first time. But now I can’t think about anything else - I want to finish what I started, and that’s it. And having sex with two men at the same time is somehow unusual...
They left, the next morning I behaved as if nothing had happened. I was not ashamed in front of my husband - he himself provoked me with his offensive words, I felt uncomfortable in front of my friend, my friend’s wife. But she herself talked so much about how passionate he was and how he constantly wanted sex and how he threatened her that he would take a mistress. I didn’t expect such fear from him, such indecision that he, as a man, did not bring the matter with me to the end, realizing that I was left unsatisfied (in theory, he should be ashamed, knowing that this is exactly what happened with my husband) problem).
Cheating on my husband... Does this sound familiar to you? Unfortunately, cheating on my spouse is all too familiar to me. Conscience torments. On the other hand, it seems to me that Vitya is more to blame for my betrayal than I am.
Now I’ll tell you my story, and you decide which of us is worse and what is my psychology of a woman cheating on her husband
We met on VKontakte. We talked for a long time, then we met. The third step was that we started living together. After some time, we were solemnly married.
In all the time we were together, I never once walked to the left. And I didn’t even have such thoughts! Of course, we had to endure a lot, yes! My beloved spent too much time cuddling with the laptop. I was angry! And complained sister for such a life. My sister said that her husband does not leave his laptop at all. He got hooked on one game, to which he stuck like a leaf. And then I realized that everything was not so bad for me!
But everything changed as soon as I found out that my beloved husband was “traveling” on a dating app. He went out to the store and did not close the window with the application (apparently he forgot to do this). Well, I couldn’t resist... I read it... All the words that he said to me and wrote in messages, he wrote (and said, most likely) to others. Resentment and frustration overwhelmed me and wounded me to the depths of my heart... The “shock surprise” effect played its role. I cried, cried, cried... Until my childhood friend called me. He called, and somehow I calmed down a little, because they always “knew how” to distract me phone calls and talkers.
Slavik offered to come to him. I agreed (I don’t remember exactly how it happened). He told me not to go to public transport, and called me a taxi. I know that he sincerely worried about me. I didn't push back too much. I got ready and went. The most gorgeous and romantic table. Everything was quiet and beautiful... I even melted a little. It seemed to me that Slava invited me on a date, but I drove these thoughts away from myself. He remembered that I was not free, and would not seduce me! After drinking a bottle of champagne, I realized that I was very mistaken.
He hugged me. We watched some super comedy. Then, spontaneously, it came to kissing. We remembered our distant past. Ten or eleven years ago we met. My God! How time has flown!
We turned off our cell phones at the same time and made ourselves comfortable next to each other…. Everything happened suddenly. But I don't regret anything! True, I woke up in his arms. I knew there would be a showdown at home. At first I just wanted to lie. But then I decided that it wasn’t worth doing. Slavik prepared me an excellent breakfast, brought it to bed, put flowers on the nightstand... Everything was like in the most gorgeous movie! And I thought it was a dream. And I didn’t want to wake up. Slavik saw that I woke up and said the following phrase: “I know that it’s time for you, but I dream that you will come back.” I wanted to hear it from him! And I also hoped that he would confess his love to me. He took me home, and when I got out of the car, he said that he loved…. Somehow, automatically, I told him the same words.
A surprise awaited me at home. I entered the apartment completely silently... It seemed to me that Vitya was at work, and he was in our bed with a girl! My heart almost burst out of my chest. I felt so bad at the moments I saw that I could faint. He said that I understood everything wrong and all that. And you didn’t need to understand anything! I don't consider myself stupid. I saw everything I should have seen. I wrote a message to Slavik. He told me to pack my things and rush to him. Without hesitation, I did just that. The husband was still trying to prove something, to stop... But I firmly decided that it was time to leave.
What I feel? At first I was “met” by pain. But then I realized that I was happy! I am incredibly happy that everything happened this way.
I’m not rushing to the registry office yet to file for divorce, as I understand that this is an extra “reason” for meeting him. I avoid this meeting, as well as misfortunes!
I have a friend Polina. So she had a similar story quite recently. I also met my husband on the Internet. They also did not meet for a long time, but almost immediately began to live together.
Polya went to the store and was delayed because the line was huge. When she arrived, she saw a “sweet” picture: her husband was having sex with his classmate! The worst thing is that they did this on a sofa that they bought the day before! Polina said nothing to the couple. But she slapped both him and her. It's a pity that I didn't see this. By the way, Polka filed for divorce the very next day. She asked me to be next to her. Go…. A creepy place for sure! Now I realize that I will have to go there too. Slava and I feel so good that I don’t want to think about anything else! But he also urges me. Wants me to be free. He wants to give his last name... How touching!
I have dreamed about this all my life. Although she lived only a short time, she managed to experience a lot. As much, probably, as no one has ever experienced. But I'm not complaining! This was a very huge experience that gave me a lot to understand.
Recently I had a dream. Lots and lots of sweets and fireworks! I asked a classmate to “decipher” the dream - she said that it was all for the better. I would like to believe these words right away, but it was hard to believe. I’ll be honest: I love dreams that can be considered prophetic. And dreams can often come true if you really want it!
Will I forgive betrayal to my dear one? No! I realized that I couldn’t do this. This is not the stuff I am made from. It hurts to forgive! And impossible. In general, I want to “get sick” with amnesia so that I can completely forget everything! But I don’t know how to achieve this faster. Only love can heal me! She is a sorceress. You will need to take magic lessons from her...
Dear girls, my practical advice to you: do not cheat on your husbands and do not forgive them for cheating! If you change just once, everything can happen again! And then it will be difficult to stop, if you manage to do it at all.
If betrayal has already happened to you, survive it! Imagine that it happened somewhere and not with you. It is always difficult to learn to live again, but this does not give anyone the right to retreat! Neither you nor anyone else. Always try to remember this.
