All My Life I Live In The Shadow Of The Other Woman, My Boyfriend Is An Idiot

Princess: Hello, I am 26 years old and I have been in a relationship with a man for many years, we live on a family basis. I don't want to sound nasty, but my friend is a little introverted, not to mention a lot. With a lack of self-confidence since childhood. I do not know for what reason, it does not look bad, but it is not unearthly beautiful. What grabbed me years ago was not the looks or the money, because there was only a 12-year-old car. I was captivated by his attention and attitude towards me. I felt like a princess. He was constantly hugging me, caressing me, every time he came to see me he walked 50 km in the direction, just to be together and of course, he brought me a chocolate with hazelnuts, because he knew that's what I love. Quite simple things, but for me the small gestures make the big love. 6 months after we met we lived together as soon as I turned 18. We got along right away, it's as if we've lived together all our lives. Over time, however, I began to understand more about him.

I was a 2-year-old woman with whom he slept and had an affair. His first relationship was short because he went abroad. Because he was always modest and shy and did not talk to girls, he was avoided. He was insulted by his classmates. Unfortunately, it happened to me in kindergartens, as well as to many other children. He had only 1 boyfriend, and then met a girl 1 year younger than him. She turned out to be a spoiled rich woman, a father, and drove her only in black jeeps, a house with a pool, businesses everything. But he and his daughter did not have each other and constantly quarreled, and she shared with mine. He liked her very much if anyone heard him describe her as a goddess. He told her he wanted them to be boyfriends, but she cut him off, he was not her type and could only offer him friendship. He naturally agreed, just to see her.

He spent time together and she told him only about her father's stories and what kind of garbage he was, how he harassed her ... Etc. Then she told him that she would become a stripper, and she started working. As if she wasn't dependent on her father for the money. (In those years, I also worked, but as a waitress, like most schoolgirls and summer in the store) But not the girl wanted more money, went to the factory and spent 1 day only, it was not for her. For years she drove in the restaurant, put on silicone, tuning, etc. He does not like to go to pubs, but because of her he went. Because every day she wrote like a dog, got drunk and some kept calling him to take her in. No man wanted to be with her except for one night.

And she complained to him about it, (Well, normally when you work as a whore, who will want you for a serious relationship) And he, the poor man, feels sorry for her. In a few years, she raised money for her restaurant to open (which he constantly talks about and admires) and bought an old Opel, with which they went on street races. I have listened to many stories, of which I was left with only the impression that she turned it to use it, but as they began to become close, it repelled him. He repaired this car for her, because he understood from this and from races, and he earned BGN 1,000 each, from which he never took anything because he did not want to. She only took more or less that night from the dance at the club. (Apparently, she also had sex, etc.) Separately, it was a trash can, but he was misled.

After a while, she crashed and he watched her in them for half a year, bathing, to the toilet everything. But, she had wanted him for something more. She once thanked him for his care and offered to give him a whistle. (Just what insolence in my opinion) However, to this day, he only talks about her. Ever since we went with him (by the way, I wanted him from the beginning, but obviously I should have wanted to be just friends), wherever we go, it starts, "We've been here from here with ...., I'm playing a song" this song about What things do I remember with ... He tells me that he loves me, but I've never heard him talk about me like that. I try to make him happy in every way, often abandoning my desires, but without success. I do not go out alone to cafes and discos or with friends, so as not to be jealous and not to stay home alone. Because how many times have I asked him to refuse me. He sends me to go alone. I take care of the house, I cook, I clean, I work, I show it to him, that I care about him. I surprise him for birthdays or for no reason (although he hasn't given me anything for years) I jokingly told him, wouldn't you give me flowers for my birthday, and he said: You know where the money is, buy whatever you must. Quite often, I get depressed and feel so stupid.

Remembering back. He told me about her that she was interested in cars and I hop ... I started reading about cars to like him more. She was blonde, guess hop and I became blonde. I will not put tits, even if I have extra money. It's very silly I know, but I indulged in this relationship, and he regrets some whore who didn't want anything from him. The years go by, I don't want to be separated and I wasted my time. I would have a very hard time with him, but it is also hard for me to be second in his thoughts all the time. I never saw her, he never met us. Over time, I realized that they had seen each other over the years, secretly, but just as friends said. He soon started writing screenplays and guess who's in it.

The main role. Yes ... it's not me, of course. We broke up with him for 5 months, but surprisingly it was not because of this, but because I saw that it says to another how you will lick her, how they will bathe together. He had lied to me again that he was home, but I was there. I started writing to him and writing to a man. I haven't stopped having suitors, but I've never covered them because I'm in love. I haven't cheated. I had consulted with my friend, who said, "Make him jealous and he'll feel like he doesn't want to lose you." So I did. I started writing with another man who was from the other side of Bulgaria and I knew I would never see him again. He also wrote to her in front of me. At one point, however, this man began to win me over with attention, compliments I hadn't heard in years, and I kept smiling on the phone. One darker morning, he pulled me out of bed and started hitting me. I had never seen him like that. He wanted my password to see who I was writing to. I did not give it to her and asked him the same and where he goes when he lies to me that he is at home or in the village. He started a hell of a beating, broke a chair in my head, the whole bedroom was covered in blood, he pushed me into the closet and everywhere until it was time to go to work. I could barely get up and go to the emergency room, but from the dizziness, I forgot where he was, as if I were not from this city. I caught a taxi and they took me to sew. He ordered me to move out, and I did. I had nowhere to go and I looked for that boy.

He naturally agreed to go to him and I went. My friend, he kept calling me and apologizing for making a mistake that would not happen again, without me his life had no meaning, he loved me, etc. But I decided to give this boy a chance. In the beginning, everything was ok, until I realized that he was lying to me and stealing, that he was taking drugs and not going to work at all. I moved in with a colleague from my new job. It was as if he knew, but then my ex-boyfriend started looking for me again and begging us to try again.

As soon as we broke up, he went to the stripper to comfort him. She suddenly saw how sensible he was and they slept together, visiting them. He cooked for her because she had never used the kitchen (interesting because she told me she couldn't cook). They tried to live together, but she wasn't a woman. As a friend, she was great, but she couldn't love, and so on. With all my stupidity, I decided to get together and see. For a few months, everything was top-notch, then the old song in a new voice. This amazing ... WOMAN. It was mentioned so often that I wanted to jump from somewhere.

When you tell him, "If you like her so much because you didn't take her, there was an opportunity, you even have to take her and it's over. The answer was me, if I wanted her, I would be with her, I want you. Yes, yes! grumbled, was not happy, once did what, now did nothing. And everything I want to do or go I am answered "well go, who stopped you" I am infinitely patient, but at times my patience It's just that I don't know what to do about his attention anymore. It was mentioned so often that I wanted to jump from somewhere. When you tell him, "If you like her so much because you didn't take her, there was an opportunity, you even have to take her and it's over.

The answer was me, if I wanted her, I would be with her, I want you. Yes, yes! grumbled, was not happy, once did what, now did nothing. And everything I want to do or go I am answered "well go, who stopped you" I am infinitely patient, but at times my patience It's just that I don't know what to do about his attention anymore. It was mentioned so often that I wanted to jump from somewhere. When you tell him, "If you like her so much because you didn't take her, there was an opportunity, you still have to take her and it's over. The answer was me, if I wanted her, I would be with her, I want you. Yes, yes! grumbled, was not happy, once did what, now did nothing