The mind of the woman fleeing her husband go buy porn

29 years ago, when I was studying College second year then there is the family love matchmaking. He's better than I 10 years should want to get married right away to family stability. Thus, we held the wedding with intended I continued in college. But is 3 months, I have voted, terrible sickness, so I had quit school. When the child grew a little, I plan to go back to school, the husband of economic decline, my husband broke, losing the company, unemployment.

I left the University of dreams, just in the kitchen, most of her husband's parents and blow raspberries to sell, make out the more foster families. Free time, I paste, peanut peeling. A second child, and then every third serial. I works with everything rice porridge, diapers and make family farming rice.

There is little capital, I opened a grocery shop. Attractive merchandising, store I crowded, about coming in. "up" into the big stores, and supermarkets. Not management, I make my husband stood backwards, his name doing errands. Food supermarkets should do, my husband opened several supermarkets mi ni small, become tidy business.

Economy of well-off, leisurely than I, however, love the couple suddenly blank blank huơ Affairs. How many years now, I'm busy, never mind see him treat me so, now free, I want to close my husband more then he has treated me like strangers.Have to say, my husband from the PD, gày, mound looks pale, handsome and much more form. But he's no longer carry me away to your friends relatives, if suddenly have to go somewhere with his wife, he often fall behind or moving forward, not go double wave I. When I hand my husband, holding him back as are Burns and then face: "what Hands as bezem". Bitter heart, my hands I just soft, but because doing enough family breeding it out swollen and torn, lumpy bottles such as paddy fields dried up.

I still have my fears mistreatment is Tiger throughout 15 years now, after the youngest child was born, my husband very rarely action to the wife. He criticizes me publicly knows (because of the piss smell), or are between the fun, he told me to hand FAT: "fat?". I increasingly feel worse in the eyes of my husband.

I aspire to be is yourself.

And then he took off to sleep, his wife pretext "snore" make yourself hard to sleep. But truly, I don't know his snoring or not. I don't remember my husband on me last time when. But I remember, my husband off to sleep when I was 34 years old.

I know, my husband had the Portuguese but also there is no way to resolve, because everyone told me I am happy because the bad girls that get pretty good medium sized husband, know how to eat. Anyone know the scene at laboring in peeling me home. Anyone remember me youthful, glamorous. And then the big kids, I also can not hit initially jealous beng, dare not make the woman abandoned her husband. Moreover, in the eyes of my husband, I as not exists then I jealous because of something.Painful loneliness  I have withered during the 15-year mental midget. To the extent no longer interested in appearance, I was fat, and luộm thuộm. My daughter also just want you to go because the parent does not want to "shame". But I still have my fears desire love, cuddle, caress. Throughout adolescence, I never enjoy much fun fellatio.But I still remember, warm feeling, suave when in the hands of her husband. Sometimes, lying alone, watching emotional films, I'm not from the imagination, even manually stimulating myself. Right then, I again turn to cry. Tear down in shame, loneliness and frustration, disgusted.Recently, I participated in a couple of clubs, also belied than dress. Many friends still compliments me beautiful and jealous of white skin clear and still stretch my kids. Listen, I'm as lonely, sad as a gauge. On the dance floor, not without the bee's Wing man ticks lyrics, but all those who have a family, I don't want to entangle the story otherwise, suppose the mean bearing beams, jealousy, beat, embarrassed with the children.

Have a friend who knows the story, always told me that, still youthful, stretch plastic spill live, why must go, must endure the teeth bite. That youth is still very short, to enjoy sexual pleasure . She said, there are a few young guys, ready to embrace me with a little money "tea water". The guy that's also lonely and happy to spoil women, mutual help each other. Everything's very discreet and I just enjoy.

In a dark, a few cups of alcohol makes my loneliness surges up steeped in the body, I have nodded to her you led. It is a 25 year old guy, more than the few years. I shame close, crushing the eye. But when he compliments my beautiful breasts, I was crying Boo. As a child. As a new big girl. But like a woman accumulates knows how much pain. For the first time in my life I was the Nice compliments.That son as well understand my anguish, he only stroked, just hugged me. That day, we didn't sleep together. But I feel the happiness of the first embrace, ve clawed a woman, made little, frail.I need that feeling to continue living. So a few days later, I called him. And it also occurs. First, I know to sex not only as "close the brick" as with her husband. And then again ...

But after the fun, I feel humble public servants bang, I dare not look at that boy when giving money, also do not dare look themselves in the mirror. I always wondered why a girl with literary soul fly again became a woman buy porn bombast as today. I found myself there's little worth nothing if not put money out to buy some now lie. I will blame themselves, or blame loneliness, tolerances. I know one day if my husband I know that can I will spit. But I can not continue to live the lonely ...=