Youth spent as a 50-year-old concubine!

Having spent several years of my youth creasy, would like to share with you dear reader painfully history of my youth!I come from a family with strong patriarchal mentality, where the girl was not relevant, where education, effort and investment meets boy. My parents did their best to educate my brother and I only wanted to throw me a plate dish ahead of me wearing two garments for the body.I lived in a small southern city of Albania.My father was always away from home, working driver with big trucks, my mother worked in the District Committee, and has always been cold, stiff, and stopped on the top and middle school.I had problems with viewing in childhood and did not send me on a visit to the ophthalmologist because they wanted to keep my glasses, with fears that the mbeteshe the door. "You keep your husband when you go" - told me! For my parents I was simply a being who had to feed me the opportunity to come to a man cconin more!I came with my family in Tirana in 96 years. Vjecce EU then was 20, I was only 8-vjeccar education. My family was in trouble.My mother spoke often go out of my time.Vëllai forth bread that had finished school in Tirana, said he had read in a newspaper a notice that required a receptionist at the restaurant "Pi .... za '. When I said that I better not see me sent to a visit to ophthalmology and the first glasses when I was impressed by the orderliness of the world around!We called good opportunity and both went to the restaurant. They received us very good restaurant and decided to keep on working. I started working as a receptionist at the restaurant.Restaurant "Pi .... za" was one of the first elite restaurants open at that time in Tirana and it worked a highly educated. I amazed by its luxury, and I padalura, where I began to learn for the first time communicating with different people.In this restaurant and had a gallery where various painters expose their works, the interested customers buy ccfarë you liked.One morning the restaurant waiter brought me a kapuccino and told me that he had the master there. I looked up and saw a man 45-50 vjecc, gray-haired half, the pjesërist fallen, with great body and obese. I said I did not know he said that the painter was AG As I began to drink kapuccinon I saw the man on the 45-ence not shared my eyes.The next day ccudi the same story, while drinking coffee at half-age man came to the table and just launched. I do not know how to behave however invited to sit at the table with me.I was asked by, for family, my things and told me that if I need any help in Tirana, he will put on available ... I thought stylish man of courtesy and felt that he had missed communication with a man, If ccfarëdo. I was close to 14 vjecce home!!With cafes began to become more frequent and painter of "celebrity" began to make me compliments, invitations to come to him.As he had taken an afternoon, began to tell me that he wanted me, that I was the girl that he had expected (mgjs I was 25 years younger than he). In a moment of weakness I went with. I come from a lost city had no friends, cousins ​​and friends in Tirana. My brother who knew Tirana life from infancy lived his life.The painter told me that he had problems with his wife and the association with a young girl as I had given desire to marry again. I was shocked, he ran away from cried all the way home.The next day he invited me again, making me high praising, praying to get out of it that will ornaments on life!I was too weak and I went for the first time in my life I applied a motel, and to climb stairs with a broken man aged eyes felt rebuked me curious ...When closed the hotel room door and he started touching me. Shaking to rob me. It was the first time on my fragile body touching a male. To move above me, he complimented me on my sex had said to my daughter. Deflorimi cry out, the emotion, the sin that I was doing (as Lord disgust I feel today!)When he asked me if I was job satisfaction (how bad I felt) and invited me to touch his body which hung two ugly warts. I've never seen male body, but what I saw left me a bad taste, and he told me not worried because he had just had a child!When I got home I was embarrassed flush but my mother noticed that at all. That night I just cried silently. My virginity my uncle had one, a perverse daughter called me while having sex with me.He expected the next day as always at the restaurant. He told me that he liked me and wanted me started. I watched and I was embarrassed for ccfarë happened!Days passed and "He" cconte more regularly in motels. His age, status martsor, warts on his genital organ is not a problem for me up!With his help I got a job in another private company, with better salary. There was and restaurant, casino and attend all parts of society, traffickers, politicians, businessmen."He" with whom I share my life on registered sex early in a course of English, then in a finance course and then at the Faculty of Economics, University of Tirana (after I had received a high school diploma false submissions).Although his aid was making me to find myself in a better status in life, always felt silent warnings when teenage office was "He" to my office!In the church office computer and the Internet. Steps one and started msn address Chato knew many boys. After many conversations in chat, I agreed to go out with a guy from Tirana.I wanted to escape from the Old Man, can not support the abomination of doing sex with a perverted old man, who treated me as his kurvicën also called on his daughter.Without thinking twice jumped into the arms of the young boy from Tirana. When I went I saw was masculinity He explained, doing normal sex. He was the son of cultured, elegant, graceful in all directions but when I told him my story of the painter, he could not suportoi. Most turned away.I was desperate back in the arms of "his"My family did not care at all for me to give up salary rejoiced at home and never wanted to know how much I suffered.Youth again chat with young boys, but not lasting ties, boys not only respected and loved me for sex. And so desperate I always go back into the arms of "my painter".I found myself eternally hopeless and doomed to whores was a married man break age. Brother, mother, and my father did not like the girl never saw and sister.With sadness I noticed that the number of men in my life was growing more formidable nobody wanted more than sex. And I left myself in sludge and fearful anxiety, but without any hope looked for an AIDS or cancer come to pick me up and escape.By colliding streams of sludge that had included all randomly meet I. a boy polite and shy.I. began to invite me for coffee, and I saw a guy I suffered, that does not give me attention, although not elegant dress had a very distinguished career and was a hard worker, and culture was demonstrated very serious!It was the only male who's looking for sex and early menodoja that I was not gay or impotent!!I. invite me in theater, in "orange" top-channel, most talked about books, culture, and I started to feel better with this guy.He told me that he had been married and had a son. I had 6 months to go out with I. and not to have made any sexual proposition. I. loved me! When you told all my relatives rushed to push me to marryI hope congested but very worried about the past that had filled flirte, I began to live with it and you ngurova always tell my past full of sin, because I. it seemed my only hope.I. was the first man who gave stretched out on the golden circle, but had suffered ccfarë tell you, I was very afraid that he would defeat! The trillova an unfortunate history in my hometown and he probably believed.We got married in a hurry, got a house to rent in Tirana and started to build our new family.Thank God I was pregnant in the first months of my new life with I.He cares a lot for me, cooks, irons and many will. Have a cooling period of the stay I think that heart-torn he agreed not to dirty my past and re-start the grill past.Inside me lives of great concern that I have never had the courage to be honest with the love of my life alone. I shared a concern that can not nor sister, brother, mother!Now the son of I. has a little brother, our son who is a wonderful child and ccdo night I thank God that I gave my son-in and.Time flows, the memories of my maiden tailed, the first years of my life in Tirana kill me, still hurt insult, not only to me, but maybe my husband who in the depths of his soul, without the injured without indicating that knows, perhaps suffering!Emphasize that it is very Smart guy but phlegmatic type, knows endure pain, love knows thanks.I told this story to all those parents who read to their punonojnë girls, to educate, to devote more attention and you want them!Please all girls who read, preserve themselves, and not fall prey to men and elders qejflinj perverts.I wish to have as few parents who think that this story is their daughter, and as little brothers to suspect that it is the pain and suffering of their sister!More respect for those who read and understand, E!

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