All of the men I have been in relationships with have had determination and backbone. These are important character traits that show toughness and authority, not just in bed. Every responsible man, should not be weak. Weakness, by the way, very often manifests itself in quarrels.
A man “bends” when he wants to please me, and this is a big problem. As it turns out, there was no pivot and there won’t be one. I lose interest after such actions, and regard a man as a strong man, I have a hard time. No matter how I try to change myself, I cannot see this core in the man I would like to see around me. And this is just because of a petty act in my direction.
That’s the way the world is built, and I’m sure my mother or girlfriend can tell that I’m doing the wrong thing and that I’m too picky. In all situations, a man can’t show weakness of character, especially if there is competitiveness. He can’t be tough, then another can. I think that support and other different things, should be interested in relatives and friends, his woman should not do it. Apparently, as a child did not try to teach men this, but they should have.
In the end, having been married three times, because of the weakness of the man, all marriages have collapsed. They just simply can’t be that tough, no matter how much I don’t want them to be. It’s worse for myself to live with a weak man. I have gained so much experience in life that I can share it, thanks to so many men.
But I’m left alone, and it’s the only reason I’m homesick. I am probably alone for the rest of my life, I am no longer the right age for a new relationship, and the opinion of those around me is not worse. With my desire and experience, ended up here, it is comical, right? Sometimes I think, perhaps I needed these men in vain, maybe they are not needed at all? It’s possible to live without a relationship, because that’s how someone lives.
And I’m not going to be sad in the classic perception. I’m not going to cry and throw a tantrum. Rather, I feel resentment that I will no longer be attracted to the kind of person from whom I will see eagerness to impress me. All the feelings that come through me are judged to be fake. There is no outright interest. It stifles the fact that until you change something in yourself, nothing will change. I am lonely, and I will be faithful to my traditions to the end, for I am unable to change anything about myself. I do not think it is necessary to change myself, and besides, my age is not suited to change.
Even though my life was unreliable, I lived it beautifully.
