Cplow Esther,
I have been reading you with pleasure every week for some time, and precisely since, a few years ago, in my late twenties, I was betrayed and left in a brutal way from my GAS. It is absolutely superfluous to talk about the suffering experienced, which is the same, dark and desperate, of anyone who loses a GAS, convincing themselves that their life is over.
The cure, I confirm, is this: I cry a lot, I move forward one day at a time, I read a lot, I work with great satisfaction, I go out often, I become particularly attached to a friend. My soul becomes numb to any type of loving feeling and I’ve been alone for more than two years. Then, at a certain point, I encounter a PAQ. With all the paperwork in order, so much so that I’m starting to go out. I feel nothing more than a little tenderness but I and I give him a try, I feel I owe it to myself. I’m still with that PAQ, but I’m still under anesthesia.
The memory of previous relationships
I had felt so much exhilaration in the previous relationship, so much positive energy I had to bring out to survive its end, how much flatness I live now. Suffering from GAS was almost better, at least it was creative. Now from the outside my love life is perfect, but inside I feel dried up and terribly misunderstood.
I conclude by saying that perhaps we women seriously need to reevaluate the condition of singlenesswhich still lead us to look with suspicion, but in reality it is a state of freedom that truly is priceless.
HI
F.
Ester Viola’s response
And thank you very much F.. At this point he exaggerates: let’s take him as GAS, sensitive, generous, attentive, interesting, sweet but energetic, even with the boat in the port and the house by the sea.
Nothing to do, the other measure, normality, is always of little use. You scratch very well, though. You just have to get it out of your head that by losing the stomachaches of love you have lost everything. Just one more step, come on.
Knowing how to distinguish male gadgets. Those children of modernity that we have written about every Monday and that in this collective that we call “heart mail” we have been patiently cataloging for almost ten years.
Bad Relationships Explained One by One
Here they are, in review:
The Semi-Pig, basically good, needs to be re-educated
No need for the red cross, this is already safe. He just has to become the Man-who-can-have-it-all-but-doesn’t-have-to-ask-for-anyone-but-you.
The plan would be to convince him one day to keep his pants buttoned and archive the naked photos in chat for the rest of his life.
I notify. In the case of relationships, make sure you have the kind of excellent character that works hard and under stress. Get used to considering very possible infidelities a kind of routine without consequences. Never lose your good mood. The secret is this: the Semi-Pig loves to return to the safe harbor (you), but in the safe harbor he also wants to find good weather and a light zephyr. At the slightest sign of a resentful female, he runs away. And you will have gotten cheated on for nothing.
The Hunter of Forgiveness
He’s wrong. Always. Continuously. It wounds to death without understanding, without knowing. She words like stones, and he throws them in your face. But she doesn’t want to, she didn’t want to. Then she apologizes. Once, a hundred, a thousand times. She just can’t take a step back before. Then there’s always the magic word. She apologizes. Would you be offended?
Among the perverse female abilities, there is the ability to walk over corpses, especially one’s own.
The Dark One
It is not understandable. He’s a moody thing, some days he gets angry for no reason. Also in this case the female feels responsible for the general climate: she gathers all the strength she has available to make him feel better. She succeeds. She works at her hips, gently, until a few hours later he re-emerges from the darkness – the reward she will give him is a half smile that announces the end of her bad moods. Brief respite. This time too, humanity has taken another small step forward because somewhere in the world a poor person was patient.
The Sufferer as a Child
Unfortunately, those who suffered as a child take themselves seriously. You can’t even point out to him that it’s only been since 1970 that there has been this universal novelty of difficult childhoods, before they didn’t care too much. Today I know almost no one without the trauma of mum, dad, grandpa, the blue parakeet he found dead as a doornail with his legs in the air on Christmas morning. It brings out drama when you don’t expect it. The Child Sufferer is a species of the Dark genus. v. above, it has fewer teeth but is more poisonous.
The Artist
The one who is looking for fulfillment – his place in the bank and in the world – with his career not even in second gear. He complains even when he doesn’t complain. The unexploded genius is an iron ball in the middle of the sternum, weighing on the heart.
Get out of those twenty years, F. We no longer have the nerves or the back to stay like this again. And between us: what a liberation.
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