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How to hide from love The young woman was tired of waiting for the Prince to come. Loneliness scared her. And rare women in the family can boast of having a family or having a reliable man nearby. Therefore, the girl lives with the one who called her, who was nearby at a difficult moment in her life. He says that he loves her, cares, and she is grateful to him for this. She plays a loving wife, suffers quietly, but in society it’s more comfortable together. “Without fish, there’s a fish for cancer.” And a cancer really is a fish, if you dress it up in a scaly suit, hide its claws and throw it into the water, into its little pond. True, it won’t be very comfortable for him to swim... But someone promised a comfortable life? And it seems to me that those who avoid loneliness have been carrying it within themselves for a long time. Even living alone with a “cancer” who also doesn’t feel happy and doesn’t understand why? We convince ourselves that if we are with a man, we are not alone. But in fact, we are left alone with our husband and with longing for the only chosen one, to whom we do not have the courage to go. Perhaps, as a little girl, frightened by the departure of a close, significant person, we withstood it, but shrank, wrapped ourselves from the cold in a cloak of abandonment and instilled this animal fear in ourselves. And maybe the fear is not so great anymore. And we are already adults. And we can already sleep at night without the lamp on. And my friends missed me. And you don't need a cloak. And the “cancer-fish” asks to swim, and the heart languishes and is ready to absorb the whole world. It’s not clear whether everyone really lives their lives this way? Some do, some don’t. It usually happens...differently. Women who have learned to hide from love come to me for consultation. At different ages and different stages of incomprehensible relationships with men. I once lived exactly like this. It took me a lot of work to take risks, to allow myself and him not to be deceived, to become sincere. And only then did I meet love…