CIao Ester,
I am Sara and I will turn 37 years old. Almost forty -year -olds and love of us are only talking about children, future children, weddings, weddings gone badly, cohabitations and couples.
I I’m alone, and I’m not afraid to tell myself, Because after all I am fine with it. Instead, I’m afraid of telling it to the world, everyone looks at me like an alien and do those eyes of the “poorness type, is not really well”. The problem is that I became demandingI spent young youthful loves, a beautiful coexistence that I sent to the air and served me to grow and now I have a sentimental maturity that no longer allows me to satisfy me.
I think I am an average intelligent person, with many interests, totally independent. You scare men of my age, I don’t want to change Because I like it so. But perhaps I realize that I am judgmental and not give anyone an opportunity, even if the parterre at this age is not vast. The pandemic led peers to go out less and relegate themselves into the dating apps (which bored me to death).
I don’t know if I am the problem or the world.
A hug S.
Ester Viola’s answer
Dear S.,
I would like to write it, because I have all the answers you need, but it has already written it infinitely better Natalia Aspesitherefore because they are satisfied with my modest discoveries.
Here you are:
Question 1)
The solid male organization who put women in the need to become wives and who above all convinced them to be them to want and have to chase the generous shift, still keeps well, despite some failure:
N. Aspesi. Him! seen by her, Rizzoli,
To question 2)
Being in love meant thinking continuously of this wonderful man, these wonderful men, of whom they were not interested in the body, neither sex, nor desires, nor the ideas, nor the feelings that were not good, that is, channeled in a radiant future of bridegroom and father in which the absolute protagonists were we were. It often happened that these wonderful men also made a little suck, but it did not seem so important, as it was completely secondary that with them, or one of them, he died of boredom: being the disgusting and boredom, bright components of love, especially of the ideal, romantic one.
To the question you don’t ask me:
“The imbeciles were, it is women: in fact, it is the men who have no possibility of survival without the family and instead they led women who believe they were not able to do without them: they managed to build laws, customs, religions, morals, habits, desires not to leave another way to women than the marriage. If the women had always been free, they would never have married. of man? “.
I don’t tell you how much that “the imbeciles were, women are persecuted me”. I would like to have some remedies, advice, the magic wand, a varechina that erases centuries of desires that have made us force. Wanting things we miss: this is the miracle of persuasion. And they were phenomenal, it must be admitted.
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