(Men)-Price as I don't how stubborn, not keep his ego is so big that whatever good Moskalenko of her parents, now I am still are living between the capital, go shopping, white bath, spa ...
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I am a habitual readers of these categories share, confided on the network message page. See the many written up to be pitching the mind can, relieve the intimate Center look forward to getting empathy, the deep gratitude so today I am wondering also written up a few lines to let light bẫng soul, serenity.
Which was born in a family of Hanoi, is the head of the administrative unit in a career, while his mother became a lecturer at a University in the capital, since young I have been pampered like a Princess.
Step into the University Lecture Hall I don't like playing along with wealthy friends in the city, that the population of a country to retire back story made me spellbound and want to explore. According to them you I often visited his hometown of you in class. The image tree, water, Ben, or winding Village Road, peaceful River as in the ca dao makes me feel excited, more about the suburban. Go kite flying, fishing, drop the cracked corn harvest, Buffalo, making real life made me feel peaceful.
He is the brother of my friend in the child class, the home it was listening to him tell stories about his childhood, about the summer sleep away the afternoon ride, shoot marbles, unique bamboo village stronghold, after hitting just do I avidly listening. I start loving you from the idyllic story. He also currently is a student at the University of Hanoi.
We often go out together on weekends, on holidays. Prashant exit time went by we are out of school. The impoverished family, no ties, no person should support you can't find a job you want in Hanoi. Finally he nodded home work with just enough salary expenditure.
I'm with family status and relationships there their hunting family so quickly into the work in a government agency. Now my new direction for becoming acquainted with the person you my father. This handsome English, basic education, family wealth, stable job. I tell parents to marry him new parents peace of mind, and I will help hard. He and his family also love me, want to get the consent of hunting should I pick.
But it's not easy for a daughter due to stubborn personality, be pampered from baby as I indicated. Ignore all the tips can, prohibition of the family, my parents. With simple thoughts have love, have your health you will have it all, just husband and wife loving each other will be happy. So I decided to come up with poor lover in my hometown.
Finally after many days I used scourging, fasting, lock themselves in a room sealed, threatening suicide, terrible daughter look like a corpse not spirits, then skim the top Moody's hair, lack of independence among the vitality, fear of losing the child permanently "trới not subject to the land, then the land must bear the Sun", my parents recently reluctantly agreed for me to marry you.
Complete wedding I have to clean up the country by her husband. Originally also lives genuinely pleasant comfort. But then when I have children, all living expenses also increased. Moreover due to take the small so I can't do anything to make more money. While my husband's income is limited. How much dowry her parents lay me until now must sell to cover for life. Now a conflict between husband and wife I started broke out, the debates happening on a patch.
Now, after almost 4 years of marriage my spouse still affordable volume copy anything, still nothing, even the accommodation is still in the land with her husband's parents. Many hugs, rethink the price as I don't how stubborn, not keep his ego is so big that whatever good Moskalenko of her parents, now I am still alive. Go shopping, white bath, spa, be happy, eat white dress wearing slippery ... Rather than living a poor gauge of the pole scene like this. Now think back to the new feel regret, feel sorry now, just because the wrong decision but now I regret all my life. Sung sứng far longer? Live impoverished landscape like this then ever so good old days!
Prashant