Three months ago I broke up with a man. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, it was the circumstances. He was rude, brash, but maybe I loved him, maybe it was a sick habit. But now I don’t need anyone else. I understand that there would have been no future with him anyway. When I was in the hospital, he did not even call, he wrote to take pictures of stitches!
I am writing and I understand everything, I must forget. A month ago I met another man, he is the exact opposite of my ex – gentle, kind, hard-working. I went to see him in the village, he paid my way, but I can not hug and kiss him. I cook, bake pies, we watch TV together, but I do not like his kisses on the lips, I want to push him away. Yes, we have sex.
By nature I am too temperamental, but I myself have never once hugged him, just let him love me, to deliver me caresses. I know I’m wrong, but I can’t help myself. He asks me to stay with him, he says, “Don’t work, I’ll provide for myself. But my heart can’t help it, I love that cocky, impudent guy, whom I used to dust off.
