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Occhiblu Age: 25

Hi! I just read your testimony, and not deny that I was very impressed ....

Above all, I think I have made it clear that having to ask for help from someone ....

In my person there are many "shadows", someone I know who or what it back, others do not!

I am 25 years old, the Second of two daughters, and in some ways a very marked (despite his young age) in life.

I state that I have always lived inferiority towards My sister, dictated by the differences that my mom has always done (in fact she did not nothing other than me, in fact, our paths have always been very similar ).

But, to tell my mom, already in elementary school, I showed this "jealousy" (actually more than jealousy is a lack of affection that I feel from my mom) ... but I do not I remember!

.... I do not think this is just my imagination, because this preference the my sister feels the same and people close to us ...

add that the marriage mine, although they are still together, has always been very fluctuating: the thing that I remember with regret is the continuous speak ill of my mother against my father, who in turn has always been concerned about the his business and "girlfriends" who attended ...

remember as a child I lived bad moments when you were together, because I knew that at 90% probability would be led to a fight ....

another source of disagreement in my house, the money disappeared from salaries entire house (because of my father), but despite everything, My mom has not ever done

miss anything ....

At 13 years I have lived my first love story, which lasted 3 years and over for obvious reasons (too small to go )....

Soon after I and my family we moved to another city.

The insertion was not easy, it took at least four years before get used to the new place: I was only 17 years, and I was literally "uprooted" from my hometown ....

I state that the first move of all, definitely, my sister and I (respectively 15 and 19 years) we are left alone for another year in our city, before deciding to get my ...

Eight months after the transfer I have a serious traffic accident: there are changed I have changed my parents, but also changed our

report.

I do not know how to define, but I know that episode from my life has changed ...

20 years (about 3 years after the accident, and then transfer), I know a other guy, which I love, and, according to him falls hopelessly in love me.

But our story has a distance where he lived before there was my life, especially he had a past as a playboy ....

Our relationship lasts only six months, but lived in a very intense, .... then its back to the hunter to be alive ...

Leave me by phone, after I had traveled all night for him, the next morning.

I collapsed on the world, it takes me a long time to recover.

Again, as in the story, my sister in some way "involved" and always manages to destroy the good relationship he has with my boyfriend ....

in everything I feel a strong anger against him and against my : they are the cause of my illness, I have them brought to this city, making me lose both I and the second boy they wanted me leaving the boy with whom I had the incident (a story for me never had any value) because "not to my height," and she (my sister ) has always my boyfriends looked bad, with the support of my mother that is and will be his accomplice to life!

After just over a year, I know another guy (through my sister's boyfriend ): we put together our story last three years, although

a story never "developed "....

are not enamored of him, but I want a lot of good because I know he loves me , because I can trust him, because he can give me the certainty that my family does not give me ... . Almost immediately, however, the relationship between my boyfriend and the sister of i (who were best friends), tilt, until it becomes second perfect strangers ...

Last year, after 3 years, he leaves me by phone: tells me that the fight for 3 years with his family who does not want to be with me because I'm the daughter of workers ....

Another disappointment .....

more suffering ...

Another fault that I was given by my parents: this time I said be paying for what, because of my family, I had the boy with whom I had had an accident ....

After a few months I know another guy, also through the my sister's boyfriend (they are still together they ...): I fell in love with him, and, felt that it was not paid despite the love, I keep hear / see / attend it ....

Obviously after a few months the situation has become unbearable for me and for him, says he's not in love with me, but also says that

I leaned a lot of my problems ....

Once again my sister is against me and him, once again the relationship between the boyfriend of my sister and my new love .... it is inclined ....

And I'm more angry with myself and with my family ...

I I commend the students with whom I'm totally, I see in them my still salvation, and this leads to the destruction of my reports, while not wanting ....

I missed a lot of things, but I have told my story in a nutshell ...

From you let me know if you should let me help from some experts, if fact, my behavior is dictated by a malaise that I live in my house ....

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FAMILY AND I HAVE HAD SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH MY THERAPIST

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My more than a witness to be a call for help .... because the story below I am going to tell you about transference love between me and my therapist. I started my journey of psychotherapy because I had problems, but as the sessions went on always makes me more aware of being attracted to him. When I told him what was going on he took me as a patient saying that with time I would be able to handle it .... but it was not very and he told me he felt the attraction to me.

We had sex .... and when it has tired me explained that it was only a game and that even if feelings for him I had to make a right!! I beg your help because now I'm still bad for what I have now is I want to sincerely come out soon.

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Haidy Age: 44

am a woman invalid motor age of 15 to 100% following a shooting incident early automobilistico.Dopo I resumed a social life and emotional but not limited to caso.Certo I had love affairs gone bad and other more serene. I state that msono degree in law and are autonomous in the management of my person and casa.Cinque years ago I met a man whom we both love seriously point to build our future together, after two years of engagement we got married only with the religious ritual with trscrizione late effects legal issues for capital.

three years of the union of marriage when I see a change in her all'improviso more detached from me .. I do not understand all the questions and if there another woman with whom he denies a lot of my stress sempre.dopo confesses that he does not + unable to be with me needs the woman's feet, missing the that figure.

for me it was a blow .. he is left to take home and now I'm stayed at my house.

all happened the end of June we are now in October.

ASK AND I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE OVER ITS REPORT with a sort of painstaking work, WITH LIBERTY AND MEETINGS CALLS THAT FRIENDLY? is right or wrong and set him free?

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beautiful Age: 26

Hello, I'm a young girl, pretty and educated, I do not defects, the parents have separated, but get along with each other, since they teenager I have always forged ahead, and since childhood I have always been a risk of anorexia, but not I never really fall deeply into the bad because my mind has always prevented me. I love the history behind some serious ended badly, including a lightning marriage with the man I thought was of my life, but in reality I knew far too little to judge him properly, and from which I got fooled, because he was a traitor serial, squandered the money on vices various (drug-alcohol-valuables) and not respected me in any way. From him I had a child, at some point the my salvation (I do not know if you can call it that) was infatuated of my current partner, this three years ago gave me the strength to leave my husband.

now after leaving it, I began a relationship with my occasional current partner, who became serious about two years, are in fact involved their families and children (he is 14 years older than me and is separated with children).

admit however that my low self-esteem, fear of not having at my side a male figure to help me with my son in a practical sense as well affective and low confidence in the possibility of finding a good man

you love me (I or they all seem too perfect to be with me, or the

bad people ...), I have made too many errors accepting that my companion

made in recent years. Only a few days ago thanks to a friend I realized that maybe my could be an emotional dependency and not true love, but I do not know if give serious consideration to this aspect or, if put a joke. The problem is, though because every time he misses me, after the bitter disappointment, anger that try to open my eyes and dream as a possible life without him, in reality, I never force to leave and as often as I left it in the past (the beginning of the report)

the end, I always forgiven and we put back together.

I thought it was the greatness of our love keep us together despite everything but browsing this site I realized that mine is a slavery is not just love.

This slavery has increased over time since both depend more from him in practical sense, because I had changed his work deals with much more than my child, and since I confessed to her illness, dependence

game (and most likely, I suppose, also by drugs)! Since then only have forgiven many things (theft of various items and money and lies different), but I started to see it through different eyes, and before I could see his lies and

his faults as a sign of his wickedness (For these reasons several times the

avevo lasciato) in seguito ho iniziato a vedere quei fatti come segno della sua debolezza e fragilità. Così alle paure per il mio futuro si sono associate le paure per il suo. Ho cercato di aiutarlo in tutti i modi e sebbene sia migliorato, periodicamente trova il modo per accedere a dei soldi (suoi o prestati) e sperperarli nel gioco o in qualche droga. Oltretutto è una persona dolce, che mi ama (probabilmente dipende anche lui da me) e mi aiuta molto in casa e col bambino e quindi mi è ancora più difficile lasciarlo!

Mi rendo conto però che non posso credere in un futuro con lui, perché with him you can not design anything (I struggle to let him keep enough money to make spending) and then I'm too afraid of the repercussions that its problems could have on my person and especially for my son.

So I'm living hand to mouth and no longer understand myself and my desires. I think clearly the days of having to leave, others feel love him so much and dream that he heals in order to realize our future, others feel intensely afraid to leave him.

My friends say that when I am no longer in love and I can leave I also would like to believe because in other cases I've done it, but he did not feel like me . Sometimes I think I need an excuse, like a betrayal his part or even better on my part. In the past I have sabotaged some reports with betrayal / new love, because they know that I have hurt those who loved me created these guilt feelings, and hopes the new report, which I always had the strength to close the ongoing story, but this time I break this vicious circle and let the person I love without trade ....

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BETWEEN YOU AND ME ... I CHOSE ME

dr.Cavaliere Good evening,

as I mentioned already on the phone these past few 10 months have been for me to "hard working staff."

As my problems were only brought to light but never really settled , it was pretty obvious that sooner or later I would again re- landslide in the same crisis of all time.

And frankly I myself, after some time, I realized that I could see very clear even then my problems, but then at the end I was so "under the thumb" of my insecurities that face change seemed to be much more harmful than "accept" grimly what life gave me and which has not made me happy.

This dictated by the fact that I have always stuck in complex situations, sick and I drew from them a kind of sap vital that make me go on.

And on we went, even amid the tears, in pain, doing much harm to me and sending distress to those around me, although cause and contributing cause of this situation.

And everything is gone, until the end of last year, walking walking, I found on the edge of a ravine, flanked by fellow I love ... and there, between my life and my despair, between the sadness of a way of being and the difficulty of having to make a real difference between him and me ... I chose ME.

And this led me to sit in front of a therapist to 18 h of 24 December, including tears, pain, and so on and so forth (known well the topic).

From that moment I began a journey with great difficulty, still act, which did not make me a martyr, a victim of external events, but rather an idiot only victim of his own stupidity.

It was not easy to start, and I do not speak of the first session, I am talking seat number 5, 6, 10 or 15 ... where it seems that talk talk and nothing works. Then suddenly something changes ....

I often describe myself as a submarine that wanders in the depths of the deep pointing the telescope time to time veso someone or something "to save".

Now I'm here to save. The viewfinder is on me ....

Today's better, much better. Although not fully resolved, even the journey is still long.

But I now I am conscious that my change is for ME. I'm working because I'm good, not for me to accept. If others accept me for what I am better, otherwise you leave lose.

Regardless of where this will, what I aim is to safety, to feel good inside, serene with myself. I no longer the goal of pleasing others ... this is a consequence of my change.

I have a lot more confidence, I like myself more, I dedicate it to me, and I do not affects more than the opinions of others.

Now if I buy a dress, if I go to the beautician, if I change the hair do it for me, not my man.

time ago 'I had the blonde dye because I like the blonde him.

months ago 'by chance one afternoon I went to the hairdresser and I said: "Today I return to myself."

I set my hair light brown and natural so I liked the most. That's fine.

I love to my man, but at least, I want the same to me same. My goal is to volermene more.

I get the idea?

with affection.

Stella

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Lilith Age: 28 Subject: I would love ... and instead was a kind of affective disorder categorized under the name of "office spouses." is bizarre because, as I read tonight, it gives me a new way of reading the story I lived, and that part I'm still living. More than two years ago at work I know a guy my age. Nice ... intelligent ... nice. I convivivevo with my boyfriend, he lived with his girlfriend ... All quiet, therefore, no implication, each in his own. He was born almost immediately a sympathy, an affinity. Many things in common, the same irony, the same point of view, such a past life, una bella alchimia lavorativa. Andare a lavoro comincia a diventare un piacere, la linea della matita sugli occhi comincia ad essere più marcata, il rossetto più accentuato.. ma ancora tutto tranquillo. Il nostro rapporto sul lavoro è un gioco, una sorta di escamotage contro la routine delle 8 ore lavorative. Il tempo sembra scorrere più velocemente grazie a questo flirt platonico ed è per questo che non mi sento in colpa verso il mio compagno. Chiusa la porta dell'ufficio si torna a casa e lo sposo d'ufficio non esiste più. Tutto questo va avanti per un anno buono, forse più... Nel frattempo però la mia storia d'amore comincia a vacillare.. e più vacilla la storia più lo sposo d'ufficio comincia ad avere importanza. Da parte I began to convince myself that if I feel so strong an attraction for another person it is clear that my relationship is in crisis. Absolutely and categorically rule out, however, that Platonic love could be transformed into something else, though, by now, I close the office door and groom office comes with me into my house, in my bed ... is now in my head, my thoughts, obsessively. My story falls apart in the meantime, however, for reasons that do not relate to my infatuation, or at least not alone. Let's say that my new love affair is only the final page of a story come to an end, without planning and will. It follows a stressful period, suffering indescribable comunque viene sedata e calmata dal mio sposo d'ufficio. Già, perchè una volta diventata single il mio rapporto con lui comincia a spingersi oltre. Il nostro infondo è un rapporto vero e proprio anche se vissuto solo ed esclusivamente a lavoro. Ogni momento è buono per scambiarci confidenze, raccontarci, flirtare, in un climax ascendente che in me scatena un effetto aspettativa dirompente. Mentre lui è ancora fidanzato, ma sembra esserlo a malincuore, io comincio ad affillare le mie armi di seduzione. Sono entrata ufficialmente nella fase conquista. Prima di andare a lavoro mi preparo con accuratezza maniacale.. il lavoro in se non esiste più, esiste lui, quello che accadrà, quello che ci diremo, esiste l'aspettativa, ci baceremo Why? Here, the kiss, I start to crave and wish for a kiss. Nothing more! I have never placed in the position of wanting more. Her boyfriend was for me to be a constant invariable, an inescapable fact of life. And the months passed .. time passes and the evolution of our relationship are slow but perceptible. In the end, when no more hoping, after my deep thinking about why and for how this man who seemed so interested in me not to come along, I decided, addressed this issue and as if by magic, the unveiling. We like! (After 2 years .. but the flirting) and take the KISS! Beautiful, beautiful, sognatissimo .. the thrill of finishing a cut, seemed to have achieved the goal of a life that satisfaction to think again. However, while I take the tangent of what comes next, because a kiss is not enough for me and others I would like very much, he takes the hand brake and pulls it. You can not, he says, you to me are more of a history of sex and so, I still got engaged and want to stay, not ruin it, let's not evil. Ok, And, like getting me tell you. But it wears me out, of course, love to wear that bitter and sweet at the same time. Days pass and the initial post-cold kiss is slowly diminishing returns and the complicity, stress, and return the kisses. The situation is complicated because I begin to understand that for him it could last forever so. Lord flirt, kiss each 2 mesi, quando si crea la situazione e niente di più. Purtroppo ormai sola da tempo, io comincio a sentire la mancanza e ad avere il desiderio di essere amata. Capisco che se continua a darmi corda io rischio di aspettarlo, rischio di non guardarmi più intorno, rischio di legarmi ad un uomo che è già legato e questo non va bene. Parlo a lui del fatto che preferisco ritornare al vecchio schema, che preferisco che lui cambi atteggiamento e che non si creino più momenti ambigui. é una situazione che potrebbe sfuggirmi di mano ed è l'ultima cosa che voglio. Lui sembra capire, io sembro farmene una ragione e per un pò di mesi torniamo ad essere i soliti sposi d'ufficio a implicazioni zero. Certo mi dispiace aver interrotto, ma comunque, mi dico, ho chiuso io. Il fatto di aver evitato di essere scaricata mi da forza, autostima, determinazione. Non è una grande perdita, magari resta il rammarico per non aver saputo come poteva essere ma comunque il mio orgoglio è salvo. Passano mesi è il nostro rapporto è davvero cambiato, non in negativo, semplicemente non c'è più quella malizia che mi portava a sperare e ad attendere chissà cosa. Ad un tratto però lui torna ad essere più malizioso, più ambiguo e si ricrea la situazione del bacio. Io finisco sempre per cedere, sono debole in questo, soprattutto ancora nella mia vita non si è affacciato nessun altro uomo, e questo mi rende vulnerabile. Capisco che è ricominciato quel loupe da cui avevo cercato to extricate and do not like. I am happy that he has brought us closer, I think, maybe like me seriously, but they are too disillusioned to believe it really. I decide, thigh or less, to go to the end, to press the accelerator, groped to become his mistress. I wear the mask of the femme fatale, the woman who makes many problems and create the situation, just kissing, no joke anymore. And so we end up in bed. Beautiful, beautiful, do not deny it. But then shoot the short. Sex is something too intimate to be removed, to be able to continue to look at, to treat as before. I can not .. he .. he's like the first, or at least little different for my taste. I want a man I want ormai, un uomo che dopo aver passato una meravigliosa notte con me ne voglia passare altre cento... Ho bisogno di questo per sentirmi donna. A posteriori credo di aver proprio voluto farci l'amore per provare a vedere di smuovere la situazione, statica, per creare un punto di non ritorno, per svincolarmi totalmente o per incastrarmi totalmente, insomma, per togliermi dal centro dell'incrocio e prendere una strada. Come è andata a finire? Che io ovviamente gli ho fatto subito notare questa cosa, volevo una sua reazione... e proprio nell'acme della discussione è arrivata lei, la fidanzata, la sua vera donna. Ed è così che lui non solo ha tirato il freno a mano, ma ha messo una potente retromarcia ed è fuggito a gambe levate. colto quasi sul fatto si è come risvegliato da un abbaglio. Ha capito che stava giocando ad un gioco pericoloso, che poteva perdere quacosa a cui non ha mai pensato di rinunciare, e in men che non si dica mi ha gettato dalla torre senza troppo parafrasare. Ed ecco l'epilogo. Il guaio è che continuiamo tutt'ora a vederci ma il nostro rapporto si è totalmente guastato, cambiato, ribaltato. A volte ho l'impressione che mi tenga distante, che tema chissà che cosa, come se davvero fossi riuscita a minare un suo equilibrio. è bizzarro perchè di fatto questa non è una storia d'amore finita ma comunque ha le stesse dinamiche della fine di una vera storia. Io ci sto male, non malissimo, ma ne soffro. Mi manca quel nostro rapporto, quell'eterno flirt che gave me the impetus to deal with those tedious hours of work, I miss his constant attenzionmi, his gestures of affection and above all I miss the thought of "could be." Analyzing the whole, although it is still early for a glossy analysis, I realize that to instill him I've always been a simple wedding office .. as mentioned by Dr. Knight. It could be like that for who knows how long. For him it was a simple lack of compensation for some couples, a fun, spontaneous and disisimpegnato. For me, no, I have taken a different ...

course I can not say that I love, I determined I would say definitely, but oddly, as I had never happen. The romantic part of me, what's left after too many delusioi, I still whispers to infuse something there, something there, but a weak voice and a liar.

I realize that our story is a simple pseudo type "office spouses' .. and this saddens me but at least I am not crazy ... AENT