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When did cheating become the norm?
A couple of days ago in Milan I met my old friend from Moscow. She has been living in Italy with her husband for several years. Intelligent, fragile and miniature Nastya always knew how to find a way to the heart of any man. She is the only woman I have ever seen driving a Fiat in Italy. When I tell her about it, she always smiles and says, Lesh, what can I do? I don’t have a dress that fits the Fiat :
We had a conversation, and she told me about a case she had a few months ago. In Milan, Nastya has a girlfriend, N. That, in turn, is a married good man who occupies not the last position in the Forbes standings. In this relationship, everything is sweet and banal, at first glance. They met at another presentation of unnecessary glamorous crap in TSUM. According to an old provincial custom, N gave him his number. He, as the true mayor of his small and (at that time) divorced kingdom, called her after 4 days.
A couple of months of vanilla courtship, listened to the opera in Paris, dined in Monte Carlo, saw off the sunset from the suite of Burj Khalifa, then a modest wedding in Sardinia and a measured life in two cities Moscow-Milan. One day our princesses were returning to the country residence N. Her husband was at home. A few minutes before the entrance to Nastin’s house, a friend pulls out a phone and dials a number with the words: I almost forgot. We need to let my husband know we're coming back. Nastya was surprised. Why? They'll be home in literally ten minutes. N looked at Nastya and with a pretty grin pressed the call button. After a conversation with her husband, N uttered a brilliant phrase: You are funny, Nastyush. Can I ruin my marriage for ten minutes?
Then Nastya began to say something about female wisdom and how she admires her friend. I don't remember well, to be honest. At the time, I was more interested in my own thoughts.
We lived and live in an amazing time. Everybody's lying! Women, men, children. Politicians, teachers, pensioners and even parents. There's no way. But they say that deception can be divided into two types. The first is a deception that can be noticed, the second is one that cannot be noticed. I would add a third to these two harmless species. The worst kind of deception, in my opinion. The one you notice but don't want to admit. In other words, self-deception. No, I'm not talking about that self-deception when you go to the mirror and tell yourself that you look like a toned David Gandhi from the pages of British Vogue, and in the reflection you smile 120 kg of sagging muscles.
I'm talking about when you're tied to your comfort zone, like an embryo is tied to your mother by your umbilical cord, and you're afraid to break away from her. When you're soaked in someone else's lies through and through, and yours is so dear that it runs quietly through your veins instead of blood. Telling the truth at all times was stupid and terribly tasteless. You see the deception, you feel all the pain and regret of knowing it, but you swallow it. In the case of Nastina’s friend, you call yourself to warn your husband to have time to escort another one out of the house. That's what I mean by polite people. When did this become the norm in a civilized society? It is a completely repugnant, universally accepted norm. And so much so that the young immature brains of Selpo girls are taught to strive to live in such deception.
Now in general, a generation of training and self-development. As always, it leads us in the wrong direction. "You don't know how to give blowjobs? We will. Is your husband cheating on you? It's normal. Thank God he can. Do you have a college degree and like to read Brodsky in the evening? What nonsense. Live like a fool! Take the map and blow to the store. Dior will not buy itself. Where is that?
Women, and how long have you admired friends who call ten minutes before you step into your own house? Or maybe I missed something and now it's the standard of female wisdom? Where the fuck is the trust? Love and respect. First of all, to myself. Yeah, we're not angels. We lie and walk...and God forbid you ever find out. Sometimes you can give us a head start : But allowing us men to live with you and build a life like this is stupid. No matter how much money we have. And the most amazing thing is that for some reason you yourself like it in some perverse and completely hypertrophied way. published
Author: Alexey Savostin
P.S. And remember, just changing our consumption – together we change the world!
Join us on Facebook and VKontakte, and we are also in Odnoklasniki
Source: beautyborsch.ru/
We had a conversation, and she told me about a case she had a few months ago. In Milan, Nastya has a girlfriend, N. That, in turn, is a married good man who occupies not the last position in the Forbes standings. In this relationship, everything is sweet and banal, at first glance. They met at another presentation of unnecessary glamorous crap in TSUM. According to an old provincial custom, N gave him his number. He, as the true mayor of his small and (at that time) divorced kingdom, called her after 4 days.
A couple of months of vanilla courtship, listened to the opera in Paris, dined in Monte Carlo, saw off the sunset from the suite of Burj Khalifa, then a modest wedding in Sardinia and a measured life in two cities Moscow-Milan. One day our princesses were returning to the country residence N. Her husband was at home. A few minutes before the entrance to Nastin’s house, a friend pulls out a phone and dials a number with the words: I almost forgot. We need to let my husband know we're coming back. Nastya was surprised. Why? They'll be home in literally ten minutes. N looked at Nastya and with a pretty grin pressed the call button. After a conversation with her husband, N uttered a brilliant phrase: You are funny, Nastyush. Can I ruin my marriage for ten minutes?
Then Nastya began to say something about female wisdom and how she admires her friend. I don't remember well, to be honest. At the time, I was more interested in my own thoughts.
We lived and live in an amazing time. Everybody's lying! Women, men, children. Politicians, teachers, pensioners and even parents. There's no way. But they say that deception can be divided into two types. The first is a deception that can be noticed, the second is one that cannot be noticed. I would add a third to these two harmless species. The worst kind of deception, in my opinion. The one you notice but don't want to admit. In other words, self-deception. No, I'm not talking about that self-deception when you go to the mirror and tell yourself that you look like a toned David Gandhi from the pages of British Vogue, and in the reflection you smile 120 kg of sagging muscles.
I'm talking about when you're tied to your comfort zone, like an embryo is tied to your mother by your umbilical cord, and you're afraid to break away from her. When you're soaked in someone else's lies through and through, and yours is so dear that it runs quietly through your veins instead of blood. Telling the truth at all times was stupid and terribly tasteless. You see the deception, you feel all the pain and regret of knowing it, but you swallow it. In the case of Nastina’s friend, you call yourself to warn your husband to have time to escort another one out of the house. That's what I mean by polite people. When did this become the norm in a civilized society? It is a completely repugnant, universally accepted norm. And so much so that the young immature brains of Selpo girls are taught to strive to live in such deception.
Now in general, a generation of training and self-development. As always, it leads us in the wrong direction. "You don't know how to give blowjobs? We will. Is your husband cheating on you? It's normal. Thank God he can. Do you have a college degree and like to read Brodsky in the evening? What nonsense. Live like a fool! Take the map and blow to the store. Dior will not buy itself. Where is that?
Women, and how long have you admired friends who call ten minutes before you step into your own house? Or maybe I missed something and now it's the standard of female wisdom? Where the fuck is the trust? Love and respect. First of all, to myself. Yeah, we're not angels. We lie and walk...and God forbid you ever find out. Sometimes you can give us a head start : But allowing us men to live with you and build a life like this is stupid. No matter how much money we have. And the most amazing thing is that for some reason you yourself like it in some perverse and completely hypertrophied way. published
Author: Alexey Savostin
P.S. And remember, just changing our consumption – together we change the world!
Join us on Facebook and VKontakte, and we are also in Odnoklasniki
Source: beautyborsch.ru/
