Marina
17.08.2004, 20:20
Zravstvujte! Help or assist, if can. I simply do not know where to address, and in
To itself all to hold there are no more forces. I am am irritated with the husband. To us for 27 years, are married
5 years, to the son half a year. First all was perfect, a life in pink color,
Love, passion. In a year of feeling poostyli, quarrels, and have begun more often
In total I begin. The matter is that I the person emotional, live feelings, and
Not a head. I constantly should feel, that me like, appreciate, to feel
Presence of the liked person which would pay compliments, tender
Words, looked the admired view. In general I have found out, that for me
Touches, caress, embrace are necessary as air. Otherwise the life becomes
katorgoj, nothing pleases, to wake up for me the real horror in the morning. The first
The idea after awakening - is better to die. A problem that my husband-
The person unemotional. This is not necessary to him " ljubov-carrots ". To Him and so
Fine is. He here has come from job, I would like, that he is gentle
Has embraced, has kissed, would tell or say: " As you today fine look or appear. You at me
The best. I so strongly like you. " Probably, if he it will tell or say, the world
Will turn over from legs or foots on a head. But if he tries to pay a compliment,
It looks or appears so false, that would be silent is better. Especially irritate me
Its or His advances - for a breast to pinch, for something. And sex with it or him I
I can not be engaged at all. Movements such uncertain, inept, as at
The schoolboy. I would like, that he was active, well has even taken care about
The volume that mne-that too wanted, and he will jump 2 minutes and all. Desires at
I and do not arise, only disgust. And always all does or makes silently, on
Lives, and in sex never words has told or said.
After such history the question is natural, and that I do or make to change
Something? And I really do or make nothing. The greatest problem in
Volume, that I, by virtue of the character (and parents never indulged me
Love), I can not become itself such tender, gentle to what would like me
. CHto-something inside of me constrains, it is possible to tell or say, burns. The husband here comes
With job, me to smile, embrace it or him, to tell or say, for example: " I so on you
Has become bored or Has missed, as it is good, that you so early today... ". Instead of it or this I am gloomy
I mutter "Greetings" and I leave on kitchen or cuisine. And in fact I can not - to another. And like love
To it or him;them still is. But why he so irritates me? To talk to it or him on
This subject I tried, but this all grows in greater or big abuse. Already all
Complicates a load of mutual misunderstanding and insults. Vse-taki nothing is forgotten
In a life, all these quarrels, a foolish life - all is postponed gde-that inside, and
Then does not allow to live normally. So all has bothered, forces are not present more. Now I sit
In a maternity leave, it would be desirable to climb on walls from melancholy. Any job on the house
In burden. In general, I have got in deadlock and as from it or him to get out I do not know.
Talked to the sister on this subject, at it or her about the same problems. We live
We in small city to find the psychological help is not present of an opportunity.
To itself all to hold there are no more forces. I am am irritated with the husband. To us for 27 years, are married
5 years, to the son half a year. First all was perfect, a life in pink color,
Love, passion. In a year of feeling poostyli, quarrels, and have begun more often
In total I begin. The matter is that I the person emotional, live feelings, and
Not a head. I constantly should feel, that me like, appreciate, to feel
Presence of the liked person which would pay compliments, tender
Words, looked the admired view. In general I have found out, that for me
Touches, caress, embrace are necessary as air. Otherwise the life becomes
katorgoj, nothing pleases, to wake up for me the real horror in the morning. The first
The idea after awakening - is better to die. A problem that my husband-
The person unemotional. This is not necessary to him " ljubov-carrots ". To Him and so
Fine is. He here has come from job, I would like, that he is gentle
Has embraced, has kissed, would tell or say: " As you today fine look or appear. You at me
The best. I so strongly like you. " Probably, if he it will tell or say, the world
Will turn over from legs or foots on a head. But if he tries to pay a compliment,
It looks or appears so false, that would be silent is better. Especially irritate me
Its or His advances - for a breast to pinch, for something. And sex with it or him I
I can not be engaged at all. Movements such uncertain, inept, as at
The schoolboy. I would like, that he was active, well has even taken care about
The volume that mne-that too wanted, and he will jump 2 minutes and all. Desires at
I and do not arise, only disgust. And always all does or makes silently, on
Lives, and in sex never words has told or said.
After such history the question is natural, and that I do or make to change
Something? And I really do or make nothing. The greatest problem in
Volume, that I, by virtue of the character (and parents never indulged me
Love), I can not become itself such tender, gentle to what would like me
. CHto-something inside of me constrains, it is possible to tell or say, burns. The husband here comes
With job, me to smile, embrace it or him, to tell or say, for example: " I so on you
Has become bored or Has missed, as it is good, that you so early today... ". Instead of it or this I am gloomy
I mutter "Greetings" and I leave on kitchen or cuisine. And in fact I can not - to another. And like love
To it or him;them still is. But why he so irritates me? To talk to it or him on
This subject I tried, but this all grows in greater or big abuse. Already all
Complicates a load of mutual misunderstanding and insults. Vse-taki nothing is forgotten
In a life, all these quarrels, a foolish life - all is postponed gde-that inside, and
Then does not allow to live normally. So all has bothered, forces are not present more. Now I sit
In a maternity leave, it would be desirable to climb on walls from melancholy. Any job on the house
In burden. In general, I have got in deadlock and as from it or him to get out I do not know.
Talked to the sister on this subject, at it or her about the same problems. We live
We in small city to find the psychological help is not present of an opportunity.