This year, I am 50. My second wife is 26. She was young and Du Rhna, perhaps that is why I was looking for love everywhere. With when we married when I was 21, she was 19. We loved each other very much. All this was seen and felt. Years passed, love went. Although I just understand that it was not love, but a desire, a short -term train. During the period of every minute IVA, I met another girl with my wife. A month later, I was shaking with my wife, with whom I spent just less than 30 years of my life. After the separation, I immediately moved to the girl:

At that time we met for 1 month. She was the only child in the family. Not to say that she was rushed, but loved to be in the spotlight. She was very intelligent for her years, she was not interested in representatives of her years. At first he was a paradise. She cooked deliciously, cared for me, caressed and looked after me. No flashy children, no scales of rock, no netensions. Family idyll! Time has changed everything. I returned from work, and there is nothing, there is nothing, my wife is often gone at home.

She started to even at night. It lasted for a very long time. More precisely, we lived together a year, and it seemed to me eternity. I did not have to withdraw once and said that if she did not look at her behavior, I would have to leave her. She was at me. He called me a hundred Rome Dub, which was a nicro, by the way. Only now I realized that I was losing. I myself have built my happiness. Now I miss my family very much, call my wife, ask me to break me and give me a chance to get out, but she just does not see me without even trying to listen.