3 Dangerous Relationship Myths

3 Dangerous Relationship Myths

3 Dangerous Relationship Myths
By Rori Raye
So many times, we women are operating under false assumptions about relationships that cause us to feel sad, lonely, and disconnected from our man.
These dangerous relationship myths are so widespread, it's no wonder so many of us have suffered the sting of heartache. I'm sure you'll recognize these and the pain they bring. Knowing the real truth I'm about to share is nothing short of love-life changing.

Relationship Myth #1: Giving = Getting

This myth tells us that in order to get more affection and romance from a man, you have to become more affectionate and romantic yourself. So you buy him special gifts, tell him you love him before he tells you, cook him special meals, and offer him a lot of advice and encouragement.
You become a giver, and you believe that, in time, he will reciprocate. While it's true that every relationship is give and take, the truth is that men don't fall in love because you've given them so much. They don't stay in love because you're sacrificing everything for them.
Men fall in love when they are able to give to a woman. They fall in love with you because they can make you happy and nurture you. They fall in love when you take care of yourself and share your emotional experiences with them.
Never give a man more than he's given you, including expressions of love and encouragement. Hint: Don't keep telling him you love him when he hasn't said it to you yet.

Relationship Myth #2: Exclusivity Leads to Commitment and Marriage

This is the most dangerous myth we women have come to believe. From the time we first started dating, we were taught that the way to marriage is to meet a nice man, become his exclusive girlfriend, and that this alone will naturally lead to commitment.
Here's the shocking truth: What makes a man want to give up his freedom and single status for you has nothing to do with the fact that you've given him all your time and emotional energy. That's right - the very fact that you're exclusive with him when he hasn't committed to you yet actually makes a man think less of you.
“Men fall in love when they are able to give to a woman. They fall in love with you because they can make you happy and nurture you.”
The moment a man smells that need and desperation that comes from having an unconscious agenda of how things "should be", his feelings of attraction for you will fade.

Relationship Myth #3: Showing a Man Your Feelings Will Scare Him Away

If you've ever been afraid to tell a man how you're feeling because you're afraid you'll lose him if you do, then I'm certain this myth has been causing havoc in your love life.
Stuffing your feelings down actually creates more distance between you and a man. The key is not to suppress your feelings, but to express them without drama or blame.
Before I learned the truth about relationships and turned my marriage around, I was guilty of believing and acting out on all these relationship myths. Once I understood these core truths, everything in my love life changed - for the better. That’s why I write my newsletter - so you can quickly discover what it took me so many painful years to figure out.
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Nelson Mandela "I hate race discrimination most intensely and in all its manifestations. I have fought it all during my life; I fight it now, and will do so until the end of my days."

  • NAME: Nelson Mandela
  • OCCUPATION: Civil Rights Activist, World Leader, Writer
  • BIRTH DATE: July 181918
  • DEATH DATE: December 052013
  • EDUCATION: Clarkebury Boarding Institute, Wesleyan College, University College of Fort Hare, University of London, University of Witwatersrand, Johannesburg
  • PLACE OF BIRTH: Mveso, Transkei, South Africa
  • PLACE OF DEATH: Johannesburg, South Africa
  • FULL NAME: Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela
  • AKA: Nelson Mandela
  • AKA: Rolihlahla
  • NICKNAME: Madiba
  • ORIGINALLY: Rolihlahla Mandela
  • NICKNAME: Black Pimperne

BEST KNOWN FOR

Nelson Mandela became the first black president of South Africa in 1994, serving until 1999. A symbol of global peacemaking, he won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1993.
Nelson Mandela was born on July 18, 1918, in Mveso, Transkei, South Africa. Becoming actively involved in the anti-apartheid movement in his 20s, Mandela joined the African National Congress in 1942. For 20 years, he directed a campaign of peaceful, nonviolent defiance against the South African government and its racist policies. In 1993,
Mandela and South African President F.W. de Klerk were jointly awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for their efforts to dismantle the country's apartheid system. In 1994, Mandela was inaugurated as South Africa's first black president. In 2009, Mandela's birthday (July 18) was declared "Mandela Day" to promote global peace and celebrate the South African leader's legacy. Mandela died at his home in Johannesburg on December 5, 2013, at age 95.

Early Life

Nelson Mandela was born Rolihlahla Mandela on July 18, 1918, in the tiny village of Mvezo, on the banks of the Mbashe River in Transkei, South Africa. "Rolihlahla" in the Xhosa language literally means "pulling the branch of a tree," but more commonly translates as "troublemaker."
Nelson Mandela's father, who was destined to be a chief, served as a counselor to tribal chiefs for several years, but lost both his title and fortune over a dispute with the local colonial magistrate. Mandela was only an infant at the time, and his father's loss of status forced his mother to move the family to Qunu, an even smaller village north of Mvezo. The village was nestled in a narrow grassy valley; there were no roads, only foot paths that linked the pastures where livestock grazed. The family lived in huts and ate a local harvest of maize, sorghum, pumpkin and beans, which was all they could afford. Water came from springs and streams and cooking was done outdoors. Mandela played the games of young boys, acting out male rights-of-passage scenarios with toys he made from the natural materials available, including tree branches and clay.
At the suggestion of one of his father's friends, Mandela was baptized in the Methodist Church. He went on to become the first in his family to attend school. As was custom at the time, and probably due to the bias of the British educational system in South Africa, Mandela's teacher told him that his new first name would be Nelson.
When Mandela was 9 years old, his father died of lung disease, causing his life to change dramatically. He was adopted by Chief Jongintaba Dalindyebo, the acting regent of the Thembu people—a gesture done as a favor to Mandela's father, who, years earlier, had recommended Jongintaba be made chief. Mandela subsequently left the carefree life he knew in Qunu, fearing that he would never see his village again. He traveled by motorcar to Mqhekezweni, the provincial capital of Thembuland, to the chief's royal residence. Though he had not forgotten his beloved village of Qunu, he quickly adapted to the new, more sophisticated surroundings of Mqhekezweni.
Mandela was given the same status and responsibilities as the regent's two other children, his son and oldest child, Justice, and daughter Nomafu. Mandela took classes in a one-room school next to the palace, studying English, Xhosa, history and geography. It was during this period that Mandela developed an interest in African history,
from elder chiefs who came to the Great Palace on official business. He learned how the African people had lived in relative peace until the coming of the white people. According to the elders, the children of South Africa had previously lived as brothers, but white men had shattered this fellowship. While black men shared their land, air and water with whites, white men took all of these things for themselves.
When Mandela was 16, it was time for him to partake in the traditional African circumcision ritual to mark his entrance into manhood. The ceremony of circumcision was not just a surgical procedure, but an elaborate ritual in preparation for manhood. In African tradition, an uncircumcised man cannot inherit his father's wealth, marry or officiate at tribal rituals. Mandela participated in the ceremony with 25 other boys. He welcomed the opportunity to partake in his people's customs and felt ready to make the transition from boyhood to manhood. His mood shifted during the proceedings, however, when Chief Meligqili, the main speaker at the ceremony, spoke sadly of the young men, explaining that they were enslaved in their own country. Because their land was controlled by white men, they would never have the power to govern themselves, the chief said. He went on to lament that the promise of the young men would be squandered as they struggled to make a living and perform mindless chores for white men. Mandela would later say that while the chief's words didn't make total sense to him at the time, they would eventually formulate his resolve for an independent South Africa.
From the time Mandela came under the guardianship of Regent Jongintaba, he was groomed to assume high office, not as a chief, but a counselor to one. As Thembu royalty, Mandela attended a Wesleyan mission school, the Clarkebury Boarding Institute and Wesleyan College, where, he would later state, he achieved academic success through "plain hard work." He also excelled at track and boxing. Mandela was initially mocked as a "country boy" by his Wesleyan classmates, but eventually became friends with several students, including Mathona, his first female friend.
In 1939, Mandela enrolled at the University College of Fort Hare, the only residential center of higher learning for blacks in South Africa at the time. Fort Hare was considered Africa's equivalent of the University of Oxford or Harvard University, drawing scholars from all parts of sub-Sahara Africa. In his first year at the university, Mandela took the required courses, but focused on Roman Dutch law to prepare for a career in civil service as an interpreter or clerk—regarded as the best profession that a black man could obtain at the time.
In his second year at Fort Hare, Mandela was elected to the Student Representative Council. For some time, students had been dissatisfied with the food and lack of power held by the SRC. During this election, a majority of students voted to boycott unless their demands were met. Aligning with the student majority, Mandela resigned from his position. Seeing this as an act of insubordination,
the university's Dr. Kerr expelled Mandela for the rest of the year and gave him an ultimatum: He could return to the school if he agreed to serve on the SRC. When Mandela returned home, the regent was furious, telling him unequivocally that he would have to recant his decision and go back to school in the fall.

Mandela's Imprisonment

A few weeks after Mandela returned home, Regent Jongintaba announced that he had arranged a marriage for his adopted son. The regent wanted to make sure that Mandela's life was properly planned, and the arrangement was within his right, as tribal custom dictated. Shocked by the news, feeling trapped and believing that he had no other option than to follow this recent order, Mandela ran away from home. He settled in Johannesburg, where he worked a variety of jobs, including as a guard and a clerk, while completing his bachelor's degree via correspondence courses. He then enrolled at the University of Witwatersrand in Johannesburg to study law.
Mandela soon became actively involved in the anti-apartheid movement, joining the African National Congress in 1942. Within the ANC, a small group of young Africans banded together, calling themselves the African National Congress Youth League. Their goal was to transform the ANC into a mass grassroots movement, deriving strength from millions of rural peasants and working people who had no voice under the current regime. Specifically, the group believed that the ANC's old tactics of polite petitioning were ineffective. In 1949, the ANC officially adopted the Youth League's methods of boycott, strike, civil disobedience and non-cooperation, with policy goals of full citizenship, redistribution of land, trade union rights, and free and compulsory education for all children.
For 20 years, Mandela directed peaceful, nonviolent acts of defiance against the South African government and its racist policies, including the 1952 Defiance Campaign and the 1955 Congress of the People. He founded the law firm Mandela and Tambo, partnering with Oliver Tambo, a brilliant student he'd met while attending Fort Hare. The law firm provided free and low-cost legal counsel to unrepresented blacks.
In 1956, Mandela and 150 others were arrested and charged with treason for their political advocacy (they were eventually acquitted). Meanwhile, the ANC was being challenged by Africanists, a new breed of black activists who believed that the pacifist method of the ANC was ineffective. Africanists soon broke away to form the Pan-Africanist Congress, which negatively affected the ANC; by 1959, the movement had lost much of its militant support.
In 1961, Mandela, who was formerly committed to nonviolent protest, began to believe that armed struggle was the only way to achieve change. He subsequently co-founded Umkhonto we Sizwe, also known as MK, an armed offshoot of the ANC dedicated to sabotage and guerilla war tactics to end apartheid. In 1961, Mandela orchestrated a three-day national workers' strike. He was arrested for leading the strike the following year, and was sentenced to five years in prison. In 1963,
Mandela was brought to trial again. This time, he and 10 other ANC leaders were sentenced to life imprisonment for political offenses, including sabotage.
Nelson Mandela was incarcerated on Robben Island for 18 of his 27 years in prison. During this time, he contracted tuberculosis and, as a black political prisoner, received the lowest level of treatment from prison workers. However, while incarcerated, Mandela was able to earn a Bachelor of Law degree through a University of London correspondence program.
A 1981 memoir by South African intelligence agent Gordon Winter described a plot by the South African government to arrange for Mandela's escape so as to shoot him during the recapture; the plot was foiled by British intelligence. Mandela continued to be such a potent symbol of black resistance that a coordinated international campaign for his release was launched, and this international groundswell of support exemplified the power and esteem that Mandela had in the global political community.
In 1982, Mandela and other ANC leaders were moved to Pollsmoor Prison, allegedly to enable contact between them and the South African government. In 1985, President P.W. Botha offered Mandela's release in exchange for renouncing armed struggle; the prisoner flatly rejected the offer. With increasing local and international pressure for his release, the government participated in several talks with Mandela over the ensuing years, but no deal was made. It wasn't until Botha suffered a stroke and was replaced by Frederik Willem de Klerk that Mandela's release was finally announced—on February 11, 1990. De Klerk also unbanned the ANC, removed restrictions on political groups and suspended executions.

Prison Release and Presidency

Upon his release from prison, Nelson Mandela immediately urged foreign powers not to reduce their pressure on the South African government for constitutional reform. While he stated that he was committed to working toward peace, he declared that the ANC's armed struggle would continue until the black majority received the right to vote.
In 1991, Mandela was elected president of the African National Congress, with lifelong friend and colleague Oliver Tambo serving as national chairperson. Mandela continued to negotiate with President F.W. de Klerk toward the country's first multiracial elections. White South Africans were willing to share power, but many black South Africans wanted a complete transfer of power. The negotiations were often strained and news of violent eruptions, including the assassination of ANC leader Chris Hani, continued throughout the country.
Mandela had to keep a delicate balance of political pressure and intense negotiations amid the demonstrations and armed resistance.
In 1993, Mandela and President de Klerk were jointly awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for their work toward dismantling apartheid. And due in no small part to their work, negotiations between black and white South Africans prevailed: On April 27, 1994,
South Africa held its first democratic elections. Nelson Mandela was inaugurated as the country's first black president on May 10, 1994, at the age of 77, with de Klerk as his first deputy.
Also in 1994, Mandela published an autobiography, Long Walk to Freedom, much of which he had secretly written while in prison. The following year, he was awarded the Order of Merit.
From 1994 until June 1999, Mandela worked to bring about the transition from minority rule and apartheid to black majority rule. He used the nation's enthusiasm for sports as a pivot point to promote reconciliation between whites and blacks, encouraging black South Africans to support the once-hated national rugby team. In 1995, South Africa came to the world stage by hosting the Rugby World Cup, which brought further recognition and prestige to the young republic.
Mandela also worked to protect South Africa's economy from collapse during his presidency. Through his Reconstruction and Development Plan, the South African government funded the creation of jobs, housing and basic health care. In 1996, Mandela signed into law a new constitution for the nation, establishing a strong central government based on majority rule, and guaranteeing both the rights of minorities and the freedom of expression.

Retirement and Later Career

By the 1999 general election, Nelson Mandela had retired from active politics. He continued to maintain a busy schedule, however, raising money to build schools and clinics in South Africa's rural heartland through his foundation, and serving as a mediator in Burundi's civil war. He also published a number of books on his life and struggles, among them No Easy Walk to FreedomNelson Mandela: The Struggle is my Life; and Nelson Mandela's Favorite African Folktales.
Mandela was diagnosed and treated for prostate cancer in 2001. In June 2004, at the age of 85, he announced his formal retirement from public life and returned to his native village of Qunu.
On July 18, 2007, Mandela convened a group of world leaders, including Graca Machel (whom Mandela would wed in 1998),Desmond TutuKofi Annan, Ela Bhatt, Gro Harlem Brundtland,Jimmy Carter, Li Zhaoxing, Mary Robinson and Muhammad Yunus, to address some of the world's toughest issues. Aiming to work both publicly and privately to find solutions to problems around the globe, the group was aptly named "The Elders." The Elders' impact has spanned Asia, the Middle East and Africa, and their actions have included promoting peace and women's equality, demanding an end to atrocities, and supporting initiatives to address humanitarian crises and promote democracy.
In addition to advocating for peace and equality on both a national and global scale, in his later years, Mandela remained committed to the fight against AIDS—a disease that killed Mandela's son, Makgatho, in 2005.

In Recent Years

Nelson Mandela made his last public appearance at the final match of the World Cup in South Africa in 2010. He remained largely out of the spotlight in his later years, choosing to spend much of his time in his childhood community of Qunu, south of Johannesburg. He did, however, visit with U.S. first lady Michelle Obama, wife of President Barack Obama,
during her trip to South Africa in 2011. 
After suffering a lung infection in January 2011, Mandela was briefly hospitalized in Johannesburg to undergo surgery for a stomach ailment in early 2012. He was released after a few days, later returning to Qunu. Mandela would be hospitalized many times over the next several years—in December 2012, March 2013 and June 2013—for further testing and medical treatment relating to his recurrent lung infection. Following his June 2013 hospital visit, Mandela's wife, Graca Machel, canceled a scheduled appearance in London to remain at her husband's his side, and his daughter, Zenani Dlamini, Argentina's South African ambassador, flew back to South Africa to be with her father. Jacob Zuma, South Africa's president, issued a statement in response to public concern over Mandela's March 2013 health scare, asking for support in the form of prayer: "We appeal to the people of South Africa and the world to pray for our beloved Madiba and his family and to keep them in their thoughts," Zuma said.

Death and Legacy

On December 5, 2013, at the age of 95, Nelson Mandela died at his home in Johannesburg, South Africa. Zuma released a statement later that day, in which he spoke to Mandela's legacy: "Wherever we are in the country, wherever we are in the world, let us reaffirm his vision of a society ... in which none is exploited, oppressed or dispossessed by another," he said. For decades to come, Nelson Mandela will continue to be a source of inspiration for civil rights activists worldwide.
In 2009, Mandela's birthday (July 18) was declared Mandela Day, an international day to promote global peace and celebrate the South African leader's legacy. According to the Nelson Mandela Centre of Memory, the annual event is meant to encourage citizens worldwide to give back the way that Mandela has throughout his lifetime. A statement on the Nelson Mandela Centre of Memory's website reads: "Mr. Mandela gave 67 years of his life fighting for the rights of humanity. All we are asking is that everyone gives 67 minutes of their time, whether it's supporting your chosen charity or serving your local community."

Personal Life

Mandela was married three times, beginning with Evelyn Ntoko Mase (m. 1944-1957). The couple had four children together: Madiba Thembekile, Makgatho (d. 2005), Makaziwe and Maki. Mandela wed Winnie Madikizela in 1958; the couple had two daughters together, Zenani and Zindziswa, before splitting in 1996. Two years later, Mandela married Graca Machel, with whom he remained until his death in 2013.

Death

Write for you .....
[Spirit destroyed]!
My poems extracted from my blood 
From the days of my pain, and life destroyed
flesh of my heart, .... the fact seeeeeeeeeeeeee
My poetry comes from torture .....
My poetry is my sighs!!!
O my friend!! ..
O friend of wounds,
O promise and meeting beautiful!!
O my friend!

Dies only once!!!

I know it will come ..
without warning
As sudden lightning
Us to take us .. one by one ..
On the back of the earth
And innocent face
No No No-
I feel pain ...
Papers silent write poetry ...
but can they really who is on the threshold of death that awaits you?!!.
. while un to death and dare I speak for ...
She is not dead!! ..
But .. is the harshness of this time!! : (

as well! ...

Sometimes there are some things that neither affected nor seen but already feel. The feeling you sometimes have to fill some with life full of vitality, but in some other cases has to straddle The feeling uneasy with fear. Such is created this world and laugh once again with beautiful qan.por because otherwise it would be monotonous. Sometimes love life and soul Saqe ask for it to end but had not ever ask for it to finish in those moments ..... Well, how nice if we were all the same, honest, faithful, truthful, be just, pure in heart, the human optimistic, though eh ..... How nice it would be if there were not swindlers, the drought consumed me, deceitful, interesaxhite, selfish ..... as well! ............

....After 30 years of marriage discovered betrayal of my husband....


I do not think I could ever get to me what happened to me and many others have gone before me. But the experience of betrayal it looks terrible, especially when you are in a certain age. I always thought our relationship was based on age to respect and sense of responsibility to the family rather than to physical or sexual attraction. Certainly, every relationship has to keep his dose of love, but over the years things change and it seems inconceivable that may become a victim of betrayal.
I am a 47 years old lady. I have a son in high school, studying abroad for 3 years. I know and am married to my husband with love. He was a good man, even though I was what was most fond family. Having spent almost 30 years together, I know that this man that I have always appreciated, betray me before my eyes. There is no greater disappointment. Suddenly caught a hate me for it, as I can not believe that I can love.
We have two houses in the same house, one of which we have left lease of 5 years. Two girls living there, who just finished high school, found a job in Tirana and continue to stay here. Since many years they stay in our house, we have created a kind of confidence. We help whenever we have needed, for it is the little things. I treat as if they were my children, because I own a guy who is only a few years younger than them. Most unfortunate because there are far from family and faced with life itself. But behold qenkam wrong in my judgment.
There is not much time to one of the girls asked me drinking a coffee near my work. I thought there would be any trouble and would need help. Although it seemed strange that asked me not drinking coffee at my house, as usually do. I do not mind and killed many came to see him. She seemed to cry. I began to take the good with the calm and say that there is nothing that does not go in this life. How stupid I felt myself later, when I remembered the words that I say! We sat down and she was reluctant to speak. He told me that he was very ashamed of what had happened and that will tell me. Initially apologized and was excused for what he had done. So far I have not heard anything about what had happened, but I thought of that would have happened anything from home, probably had broken any furniture or anything else and it seemed absurd to cry so much. I told him not to worry that there was something irreparable. But never, for one moment, not what came to mind would say.
He began to speak more plainly, his voice trembling and tears flowed unceasingly. He said he had a relationship with my husband. At that moment I wondered, could not believe my ears and I could not even speak. Had more than two years were related. My husband could be her father, but this did not prevent the girl (do not want to put in the newspaper epithets, though deserving) of plugged. Neither the fact that he was married and she knew very well they did not hesitate. There was no thought to the fact that this is a family destroyed. According to her, one can not command dot heart and love knew no age. So justify connection with my husband.
Having said all these, the soul came from a question where I expected to find salvation: Are you kidding right? Ma confirmed again that what he said was true. If I started to pull myself together and asked why he had come to show me. According to her, my husband wanted to divorce me, but did not dare say to me. Since the girl was brave, apparently, she had taken over the mission. My husband told me he wanted to start a new life with him and that I should not obstructing. It was incredible what she had courage girl. I told my husband that he was free to take their own decisions for themselves. I said I would talk to her husband and when her words proves to be what I was going to ask to separate from him, because I could not live with a man who had so shamefully betrayed, even at home my.
When I got home I asked for those who had told the girl. He denied everything and said it devise, but for what reason she had to invent all this madness he had no idea. Of course I brought from home because they had no more sense tenant to continue to live in my house after all the trouble that I had created. Began discussions with the husband, who admitted no word from them that the girl had said. I do not know why I believed the girl, even though I hate the soul. Replies husband not persuade me.
I told my close friend what had happened and she said that she did not want to bother me, but also what people had said that they had seen. It fills me think. But in our midst was a child. The boy was away and did not want to worry. On the other hand, can not say what had happened he would know a day.
Asked divorce request, even though we go forward to sit in a house. I asked my son to come home, without saying why. He found his opportunity and came. When I told him that I was in what position, said he would support me whatever my decision, even though he did not like his parents are divorced. Now I am following the divorce proceedings.
This sudden life-changing experience and made me do things that I had ever imagined it could happen to me. I do not know why I decided to make this story public, but if somehow eases the pain when I share it with other people, whether they and the unknown.

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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