Ecco il dolore dell'ennesima donna tradita che mi scrive raccontandomi la sua storia. Ne ho ricevute diverse, anche belle storie a lieto fine, così mi è venuta voglia di " raccontarne " alcune sul mio blog, visto che è dedicato alle donne e of course with their consent. For obvious reasons not pronounce their real names and omit some events that could identify them.
"It 's all happened by chance. I noticed something different about my husband, the relationships were no longer those of earlier approaches, I kissing, caressing me in the most intimate parts, but in him there is no desire, no erection and truncates the report saying: I'm tired ... stress .... debt ... I can not concentrate.
I'm worried. Yes, there are problems, there are always been yet this had never happened ... who knows ....
Days pass and he is increasingly distracted, staring into nothingness, is not participating in the discussions, it avoids the company does not want to go out with me ... It 's always nervous and it hurt the children, grandchildren are a torment to him, can not wait to go away to stay with the PC. M'insospettisco and start to control it, I know that hiding something strange phone calls late at night, several "wrong number ....", secret code to the phone, and also to PCs that we have always shared (plus, in my name). It had never happened we'd always trusted each other and we had never hidden anything. I've always told everyone that the loyalty of my husband and I would put not one but both hands on the fire I was so sure of him. Unfortunately today I find myself with both hands burned.
When I called my husband to phone for half an hour I found it often occupied entire and he said I was not picked up the phone or on the phone with my boss. But verifying the random phone call I had noticed that his head had lasted only a minute while in the previous half hour, there was strangely empty, a sign that the call was been deleted. I ask him if by chance chat with someone and he denies and swears on the children and grandchildren who never chatted in his life and did not even know the mechanism. Then I decided to create me a nickname and I do comment on his post are that sooner or later he straconvinta contettarà me. Sooner rather than later, just two days after he invites me to Chatt. I answer with my heart in my throat within intimate, he knows not to talk to me and gives me his mobile number and woos me. He complains: - You know I have a jealous wife, with her no longer good , I feel like cuddling and tenderness as she always attacks me and I have hardened heart. Call me at the phone but if there mia moglie vicino a me dico che hai sbagliato numero. Sai.... mi controlla, ho il suo fiato sul collo....... L'ho tradita solo poche volte,....ho avuto solo tre storie importanti che sono durate alcuni mesi. Erano storie di luna, stelle, coccole e baci, ecc...
Il sangue fa difficoltà a scorrere nelle mie vene. Allora i miei sospetti erano fondati! Quando rimanevo sola con i miei figli e attendevo che lui tornasse dagli impegni di lavoro ben retribuiti che lo portavano fuori città.....lui era con altre donne.....Per questo tornava a casa con le tasche vuote ed io rimboccandomi le maniche cercavo di fare qualcos'altro (oltre al mio lavoro stressante) per arrotondare e dare qualcosa in più ai miei figli. I approach my husband who is of stone and found that mice that was me and told me his carousing and that he complained to me.
controls are becoming more frequent and one day leggendoe history on your PC find some invocations of love, flowers and keep sentences given: AMOREEE BACK TO CHAT! WHY 'you did it! ! Was the only way to be able to HEAR Undreamt WITHOUT MY WIFE! WHY 'you deleted TUTTOO! and again: Do you know why SE unexpectedly quits ','S' WIFE IN MY ROOM ACCANTOE NOT WISH MY LOVE .... I miss .... WE ARE DYING ?????? COME IN CHAT??
Tremor shakes my body, are a plaster statue, the heart beats a thousand might burst out of my chest ... I say that is not true, not my husband, I would never do that. I cry I call my friend and tell her what happened, even you believe what you read, hugs me and comforts me, crying with me. When my husband comes in the evening on charges of malfeasance and rages, cries and says that I should not snoop through his stuff and can sue for invasion of privacy. I do not say love but you say, it is not at all what you read, does not concern me, are phrases that I copied from some book or something that I ... attacks: it is the best defense of the guilty. It 'also a friend of mine who is stunned in front of a man who until a few hours before a true friend and believed correct. They spend several days of bickering, accusations and cries, he swears that the story is over and with that it was all a game to have fun. They had fun and I? No, I do not. I cried and cried, I wanted to die. However, now there is the other has disappeared from his life he says and I close with my heart in a vise and try to remember to hang up my life split. In 2 months exactly and always randomly go on the computer waiting to get out. We must celebrate il compleanno di mio figlio a casa di mia figlia visto che la nipotina è appena tornata dall'ospedale per una febbre altissima. Lui ci raggiungerà più tardi, ha tanto da fare al pc. Lui intanto è fuori che fuma. Vedo una mail : -Amore che c'è, oggi ti sento strano.Tra poco tornerà a casa mio marito, ho tanta paura, forse sospetta qualcosa..... Ti amo tanto. Sissi
-Non ho nulla amore mio , è che devo andare a casa di mia figlia, non voglio andare, io voglio stare con te!
Rimango di pietra, mi si appanna la vista, il mio cuore non batte, frulla all'impazzata, credo stia scoppiando. Tremo e rispondo :-Che troia then you are the lover of my husband! But are not you ashamed?! Not from you I would never have expected!!
E 'virtual friend to whom I confided my fears and gave me good advice like: facts and leave without saying anything nice to your husband you'll see that recaptured. She who was the victim and said he had suffered the same fate I, who claimed to love her husband above all else and that instead she hated, she was the "other", the one that accorded with my husband before responding to my mail what was the PC for hours flirting with him, that he wanted to know him at all costs because it was a romantic poet. My God people with whom I had to do until now? Who is my husband?
Now I find myself alone and humiliated, I see no light, I see happiness in my future. I tried many times to rebuild my life chopped and what I got? Lies and more lies .... lies ... !".......
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