CAra Ester,
You are always right. I don’t know, sometimes certainly yes and sometimes not. But let’s proceed in order. Ho 50 yearsbut I felt them for a long time ago, before I fulfill them. The head had them, the body instead stopped and gave me a beauty that I had not as a young man.
What a strange, life. Men look at me, but never approach. I seem to live in Guantanamo, i my children are sentinels Always like a lookout, woe if they flavor something different. If I go out, I have to invent ridiculous lies.
Defective relationships … by age?
Occasionally I see myself with a younger friend than me, Much younger (on the telephone address book it is stored with a false name). This story will not take me anywherebut I can’t do without it. I feel alone, like him. We love each other, we have known each other for a long time.
He is not my man and I’m not the woman for him
With him I let myself go, we confided in the intimate, we have a perfect understanding, though He is not my man and I’m not the woman for him. We have an inconclusive age. How do I solve this mess, Ester?
Thanks, your very loyal reader, R.
Ester Viola’s answer
Dear R.,
I am right at most like the broken clock, once in a while and also by chance. You are right, however, and you were good.
Relations and failures
Finally one is an adult and crazy love becomes a little less incomprehensible gadget, and he laughs well and a lot. And therefore the subsequent economic policy of the relating – passed for a good part of rip -off, failures, imaginations exchanged for concrete things, possibilities planted under the earth like Pinocchio’s sequins – becomes permissive and liberal to the maximum degree.
Possible relationships
Everything is worth, we repeat the list:
If you want to look for as long as you find a person really in place and of whom you are seriously in love, that’s okay.
If you put yourself with one for the moment, that’s okay.
If you are with one and you have the imaginary relationship with another, it’s okay.
If you suffer from solitude in the couple and you go, that’s okay.
If you suffer from solitude in the couple and remain because so you think it’s better, it’s okay.
If “really in love” broke your bales and then you put yourself with the first one in place that happens, that’s okay.
If it is not even in place, but you keep it because you want to keep it, you have so much mental health that does not depend on love, that’s fine.
If you got with one who lives with another and you say you love yourself because you write yourself every evening, that’s okay.
If you are the cuckold in the room from there while those write and read a book at least you learn something, you have no sleep problems so much chat es et in chat reverteris, it’s okay.
If you have been crying in the house for ten years, children and husband are an unbearable hiatus, but all in all it’s not a tragedy you don’t want to leave, that’s okay.
If you want to leave, that’s okay.
If you took one you’ve never wanted, that’s okay.
If you took one who has never wanted you, that’s okay.
If in the name of fossil disappointments you don’t care anymore and you have no interest in changing your mind but you keep it for you, it’s okay.
If you do not keep it for you, now you have convinced yourself that they are all the same and you have decided to vote on sentimental sarcasm and sit on the river bank until you see your self -proclaimed friends happy to divorce, grow old and seventy years confirm that they are all the same, okay.
It is the best part of being grown up, knowing that there is no method. Feel I found in the last book of Yasmina Reza:
“Impenetrable life, that of a couple. A social body that does everything to keep silent or deform reality”. The great liberation of thinking that they have every right, and everything is secret between two.
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