I bought the best dress. I put it on and twirled it. The waist is as thin as a matchstick. The movements are graceful, the hairstyle is like a cloud. Happiness fills me from the inside. Our wedding anniversary falls on New Year's Eve. This is a surprising coincidence. That's why I fell in love with Yura! My husband Yurka is a holiday man .Proposed to me by climbing the Altai mountain. Oh, this Onion... We are sweaty, tongue-tied, in sweatpants and sneakers, and he... Sits me down on a graceful curve of driftwood and says: “Your legs need to rest!” He frees my fingers and kisses each one with light movements of his lips. Toes, hands... And now, in his hand is my hand, on which there is a ring. The thinnest, most elegant in the world. - Be MINE forever! Squealing inside!!! - Modest: “Yes..” And then.. - Let’s choose the wedding date spontaneously? Fate will choose the time for us?! - How?.. Yurka drags a huge calendar (where did this come from?), blindfolds me and guides me through the squares. - You’ll stop when you want. December 31. Eyes on the forehead! Will they write it down? - I’m all I will arrange it...And he will arrange it! He can do anything! Yurka hasn’t changed, that’s the truth. The candy-bouquet thing goes away with my friends. But with us. Affection, care, friendship. I surrounded him, he surrounded me. 10 years flew by unnoticed. We are in the theater. It just so happened. Wedding anniversary and husband's award ceremony. Walks onto the stage. Walks straight and cheerful. But I know what worries me. I didn’t take my eyes off. But he handed me the phone. The screen flashed at the most inopportune moment. I looked and didn’t believe it—an optical illusion. I read about this somewhere... - “Yurashka! Congratulations! You are the best, you are fire, I don’t understand something else and there are a lot of “kisses.” I barely remember what happened next. Only the words I said to myself: “Be silent and be patient.” Then there was pain. It was as if they were pricking me with a blunt needle. It was unbearable, I wanted to throw myself at the walls and howl. In my ears: “Yurka betrayed me, his life is over”——————————————————————— In front of me in the office is a girl of about 30. She sat down on the edge of the sofa, holding herself straight as a string. It is not for nothing that such a comparison came about. I feel her tension. When she tells me what happened, I think about the terrible pain she is holding back now. “A friend convinced me that you can help.” I don’t know what to do and how to stop feeling the chaos and horror happening in me. I want to pull it all out and throw it away. But it seems to me it will never be the same as before. I won't be able to smile and enjoy life. Efficient and destroyed. I feel compassion for her. I understand how you want immediate help. I will sit a little closer, share and acknowledge her feelings. - You hate and still love... Tears appear in her eyes... I said about the main thing - about love... Love often blocked during infidelity and divorce. Next, I will help unpack feelings that are now compressed into a huge lump that does not allow you to breathe and speak. We will all live with her together. I will help her understand how to build her new life further. With or without a husband, she will have to decide. But in any case, it will be a new life. We need to figure out what was hidden behind the idealization of the partner. What tension arose in couple, after all, betrayal happened...What thoughts feed the pain of betrayal...————————————————————————— Six months have passed. She came to the last meeting. No, I’m not surprised to see her calm, even relaxed. A miracle did not happen. There was a joint contribution of HER and mine, as a specialist. I know the problems, build hypotheses, carefully open experiences, help to experience feelings, rethink beliefs, ideas, attitudes regarding a partner, family, and myself. She comes, trusts, thinks, does... - I’m leaving, but I’ll be back. So she says, leaning on her suitcase. “I’ll come back now to study myself.” The loss of the previous relationship is over. You said the loss of the former is a point of growth. I didn’t believe it, but now I feel stronger and more confident. I stand even more firmly on my feet. It is expensive. We say goodbye. The office door closed. Good luck! All coincidences in this story are random, the facts have been changed. With respect to you, Elena Kislova. Sign up for a consultation: +7 (913) 985-72-92 (WhatsApp, Telegram). Subscribe to my Telegram channel: https://t.me/psychologist_ElenaKislova