dear natalia (Aspesi)
I hope this letter reaches you in a moment peace and mysticism that you read it surrounded by greenery and calm of a Japanese garden because you will need a large dose of patience and optimism to see the conclusion.
I know you Do you specialize in solving problems much more complex than mine and that is your strong cross-dressing pre-and post-andropause, late menarche, midlife crisis, swinging the terminal, eating disorders but please leave this for a moment exciting series and take care of me.
am a woman now in the south close to thirty, of medium build - we say ... -, good looks, a decent IQ, I cook, I like to travel, read a lot, I go to the cinema, are sociable and companionship and a time when I was young and lean, I think this sufficient to ensure a serene old age in the company of a serene old man to share kukident and padded slippers, the ones with the gray wool and a high neck. I know I am a woman old, I made the elementary nuns, and the hypothesis to spend my life in the company of some animal and spiteful bastard, and statistically less long-lived to me, a bit scared '. would make me much pleasure to have a husband fifteen cats, put it this way.
until last night I thought to learn something, men, myself. for the aforementioned reasons I have a good experience. risk-loving as they are not missing anything I've ever made so my resume to date includes: drug dealers, fighters on Sunday, brain damaged, disabled, inattentive, trauma, early retirees, aspiring porn actor, owners of micro and macro penises, amateur sex extreme aficionados of television for children, excited about the wedding. I believed that a bestiary rich enough to make me a woman as less prepared for the worst but apparently I was wrong.
in fact I still had to meet the man of the house, also said her husband caring. I know natalia you can help me, I know you receive many letters of impunity, happily married, you solace with another woman and not (in my case, for bringing this from a guy cornificare would not be so desperate ...) and even if you do not publish because it wisely punish them by refusing to disclose their filthy stories about your prestigious and curious rubrichetta on Friday, I know that you know, and you can help me.
I have a problem: I can not swallow the fact that one of these characters here, all slippers and outings, I have locked in her car for an hour and a half - exactly four to five twenty of morning, and unable to set foot outside physical assault by vehicle worth by his wife, who seemed to wander around and that, even as thin as a scoobiedoo was definitely ready to fight.
natalia me explain: I do not have one made for her lover, that's for sure. failing to keep a secret even under threat of death, the practice of wearing the proverbial glove, latex or even worse, the blonde wig in order to confuse the poor wife of a horned and not mine at all. it goes without saying that if in the middle of a burning confession of love 'adulterous wife's cell phone rings and I told him to meet her.
recitatomi hypothesize that the adage about the first few minutes of the faces of the angel who conceal evil spirits, is worth far more for him than for me, poor inflatable doll in his huge hands expert.
assumes also that he first referred to the saying, knows exactly how to tell a lie sound to his wife. (How do you want to believe that in years and years of marriage he has the cornificata only once and then with me, it would be a responsibility and an honor to be given up willingly ...). in fact it was not so; the nonchalance exhibited by me of before the total collapse of the desire of both rose in the second floor immediately in front of the panic that has seized. not I learned to do is draw a curtain on the ground - so a new house still has no furniture - find a comfortable position, that of the lotus, and comfort as I doth the rosary in their love story. I do not know whether it was an excess of zeal, a reminder of the commandments studied the catechism, or sheer stupidity that led me to inspire him to tell the lie to truciolones.
it for that alone and the fact that I have not left to die of heat in the gas chamber that is my house would also have avoided intombarmi in his car.
but it was not so: he has not shown the slightest pity for me.
prey to a panic attack which I happened to attend only the Sept. 19 relatives of the cathedral and in the person of sangennaro, once there he ordered the adulterous wife who was waiting out the scoobiedoo front door - "that car down here I've never seen" cried his eyes wide with terror - has meshed the reverse, was made two hundred yards uphill to the contrary and I was abandoned on a street in the dark me of entirely unknown on notice not to move for no reason at all until he returned.
I really believed not to be seen again.
rather saw my bloated corpse of a couple of days to be extracted from the scientific and wrapped in a traditional black bag, and I fell out of the pockets of the pants loose change that the jackals had not had time to prey on the car and exhaled the stench of my death by asphyxiation, which invariably I had done precede episodes of incontinence varied and substantial.
at that moment I realized I had hit bottom. since I had slept in the bed of my boyfriend - probably homosexual - not that I was in a situation so incredible.
natalia believe me when I say that I could not do anything, but really nothing to get me out of that ' impasse. I think your all, and all were solved and always in a catastrophic scenario.
out of the car and face the darkness of the alley would have meant:
a) truciolones trip over and risk being beaten and bruised, maybe even from him, if he believed that contribute to the bat would have brought us closer to his wife or even if slight, in a fit of love, he wanted to protect it from my weak attempts at self-defense
b) lose and maybe be invested the train that goes there.
turn on the car and could go away:
a) be a problem because I did not know where I was under me and opened the brink of a descent
b) set a precedent for the review ' adulterous wife in that case, showing a courage of a lion, he had demanded the return of keys
stay in the car would help:
a) allow all of the numerous neighborhood and assumed that I was a whore and / or thief
b) facilitate the robbery of any of the toxic and presumably illegally staying on the deck behind the left corner
c) sure death by asphyxiation and heat since the terror had led me to block any orifice presented the sports car
I could not help but wake up the girlfriends and beg to keep me company, something for which there Member will never be grateful enough for them, the angels of heaven, after giving me the most beautiful bracelet of Powerpuff that there is in circulation, I have also taken on the phone for an hour preparing, and another between a curse, survival strategies that in the light of what has happened to me Saturday (natalia you would refer to my previous post about it) allow me to present to draw the preliminary drafts of the first manual of survival post-feminist in the south metro Italy.
a prayer for my wonderful girlfriends.
in those circumstances you will understand the relief to see him finally get back to me free (and beautiful, beautiful!) In the light of dawn.
certainly seemed strange not to have heard his wife's car away, but you know, in these cases, the pressure rises and I lose a bit 'hearing.
less evil that has been dispelled those doubts my somewhat naive . with the innocence of my child's eating the cheese in the pasta has informed me that I had never seen and that these one hundred and twenty minutes in which I begged anyone and anything nonmorire, she had just passed , at home, at pararle phone.
then asked me if everything was fine. I said yes, I am the Bionic Woman and obscured by layers of fat there is a whole stainless steel structure that isolates me from injury, so to speak. I also stated that arrived two year warranty and can be sent to the sender at any time. this thing has a lot of fun. as all my men, he kills himself with laughter in my company. a. called the syndrome of the clown, and I do not feel up to disagree: we are women destined to suffer with a smile, and there is little to be done.
when we got to him I could only ask for a glass of water before collapsing to the ground and fix the vacuum as a catatonic.
then I assured her that although she is now threatening to file for divorce, will return. Relationship advice and down, so the heart is always traded in the garage.
man I was really wiped out, too bad that half an hour later found a way, that way he does quite well also, to revive.
was short but intense natalia.
within an hour we were back in the car and him playing in those excesses of egomania that I have learned to recognize and love, I wondered if the glasses donassero the sun, because he was not entirely convinced. was also concerned that I knew too much about him, for sure, will think I am just waiting for it disappears and then stalk him and find a rabbit boiling in a pot at home.
I reassured him that he never, ever see me again or hear my voice but it has suffered, let me hasten to note that in any case, I've never called (obviously Saturday and Sunday should be dropped his head on the floor ... "The post-traumatic amnesia may occur immediately after the awakening of a head injury with loss of consciousness. The post-traumatic amnesia is characterized two types of symptoms: disorientation and confabulation "by: http://www.neuropsy.it/patologie/traumi/09.html ) and that on Friday there is a good situation there on the beach, why not spend a lot of LEI does not know who I am.
impunity and reckless, cowardly, vain, unpunished and to forgive adultery, but he asked me if I wanted a croissant.
have access disdainfully a cigarette while I paraded before the eyes of the neighborhood gossip, the woman who, coming to my house, would shortly thereafter reported to my family saw me in the company of a stranger (beautiful) in Bermuda T-shirts and sports.
natalia now tell me: is there a limit to human misery or are we really destined to suffer for eternity in heaven?
not because I say that the Garden of Eden I do not care, I do not like fruit and mosquitoes annoy me, and that is enough for me a man who can be true to himself and not to behave just as worse than he does for, say, a couple of months in a row.
hopeful that you will not baskets the testimony of real life, I salute you affectionately and concedimelo: change the rims of his glasses and the color, you get older.
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