About love you can say not what would be hours, but for years, but to say little, you still need to be able to love. To love not for hours, but for years. For centuries, we have been discussing love and the same amount we love. About love, many theories have been invented and many rules apply. In love there are many sides and many angles, and every day, when faced with something new, I hasten to share my thoughts and hasten to capture everything on paper with letters. There are a lot of thoughts and many topics in my head, and it's difficult to choose something, because all this is so closely connected that it makes no sense to divide it. Love is a feeling like air, we breathe love, breathing in someone's love and breathing out our love for someone. Loving beautifully, and especially when everything is perfectly smooth in a relationship. And when love is not all right, and in a relationship, a man raises his hand on his woman ?! Nevertheless, this article will be devoted to the topic "violence against women as a social problem". I can not, I will not share real stories about violence and thoughts about what causes violence and how to avoid it.
A man raising his hand on a woman is the meanest and lowest man, who should not be awarded such a great title as a man. A man is for that and a man, that he could endure and endure any trick of a crazy woman. A man should be able to endure, but, despite this we women, sometimes we are so unbearable and restless that without a heavy man's hand, well, just can not do. Or maybe you can do without, but in our moral foundations, violence against a woman has already been fixed or is only being fixed, that it starts to turn from a social problem into a norm?
For many men to raise their hand against a woman is considered a low act, for which I respect such men - they are rightfully considered to be strong men. And those who are not difficult and within the limits of the norm to commit this act are considered morally weak, if they do not spare their strength for beating women.
Recently I met with my old friends, we worked together. They are quite older than me, and have already seen many things in their lives. When they asked me if I was meeting with someone, I answered in the affirmative, and I began my fairy tale, a fairy tale in the true sense of the word, I am so perfect in relations that sometimes when I think about it, it becomes scary. No matter how malicious tongues are jinxed, but thank God everything is perfect for me. Ideally, not by any standards, established by some secular lioness, whose opinions act as a law. No, I have my ideals and my own laws, even if he does not have an audi and there is no penthouse, it does not matter to me, our peace of mind and harmony in our relations - that's what we need to value and what we need to achieve. Talking with my old acquaintances, I learned that their former beloved ones were repeatedly subjected to violence, and now one of them runs away from the fairy tale, fearing a good fairy-tale beginning, while the other is always looking for some flaws in its ideal. Listening to Lily's story, how her young man who loves her madly and how he ran after the train when she left him, how he screamed her into the trail that she could not without her, I was in shock in shock. Usually they run after the train, with requests to stay and do not leave only to the cinema, or maybe I have not been to the station for a long time. I, in a light shock listening to her, I thought, what does a woman need? When she is in hell, when her beloved beats her, and chained to the battery she does not let go anywhere, she dreams of a fairy tale where she would be carried, and when she lives like a fairy tale and is carried in her arms, she sits on a train bursting somewhere in a hard a world where it will again be beaten, though not physically, but morally.
She used to meet Papa's son, whose father was the director of a factory, and he had a penthouse and an aud, but he did not have a soul, he beat her and scoffed at him as best he could. He considered her another trophy. And somehow escaping from him, she is not afraid of something good, she lacks something. Namely, she lacks such treatment with her, cruel and low. And so she escaped from the good. A woman should be like plasticine, not for others, but for herself. She must quickly get used to a good life after a bad life, and from a bad one must run and avoid it in every possible way. After all, we are all princesses and deserve our prince and our beautiful fairy tale, where there is love and a ready dinner. And if you think about it, life is a fairy tale, only a little fuzzy and not corrected. In our lives there are villains, as former lovers who only strive to shackle us with shackles and do not show us white light, as there are witches in the form of spiteful envious girlfriends who build all sorts of intrigues behind their backs and smile into the eyes. There are also princes who tear us from the hands of villains, but, unfortunately, life is not as accurate as in a fairy tale and everything is not so perfect, and it does not always work out "and they lived happily ever after." The story was invented by people in order to take care of their wounded souls and crippled fates, but life can be realized if one does not be afraid to love.
My second acquaintance lives with an ideal husband who is waiting for her faithful with a covered table and a full bath. She always looks for any shortcomings and flaws in him, she expects betrayals and quarrels, but everything will not wait. In each of us there are flaws, but this is not a sin, we are created by such, we tend to make mistakes, because we are people. Of course, after a long, agonizing life with a monster, it's hard to get used to a good life, because it's already settled in it, but you need to be able to rebuild. You need to be able to forget the bad and accept the good. Each of us in our lives is suffering in its own way, and after all suffering, paradise awaits us, and everyone has their own paradise. I listened with horror as she was afraid of every stroke of his hand, and every sharp movement, waiting to get hit, but there is an end to everything, a bad life too. Everyone has the right to love and happiness, only we can not always accept it, because we are afraid to get a blow on the face or back.
Yes, I'm still young, but I'm learning from the mistakes of my adult friends and girlfriends. They are older than me for about ten years, but they teach me, even unconsciously, but I'm learning, and I realized that it's not necessary to look bad in good, so I write about it, that would consciously "teach" you. Do not look and do not wait for the bad. I appreciate my beloved, and I hope that I will be only with him. I could say that everything is going well for us, because we have never even cussed for a whole year with a tail, but we see each other every day. The more often I see him, the more I miss him. I'm glad that finally I found my ideal, even without a penthouse and without an audi, but I'm fine with it. A penthouse and audi will be, but later. If not even a penthouse and not an audi, let it be simpler, but the main thing will be, we will have a future with it. I do not want to think that something good is hidden behind something good. Let him not look like Brad Pitt, it's not my type, let him not be handsome, and let him with flaws and scars on his face, but I hope his face is the worst thing in our relationship and in my life. If I used to be shy in the circle of my acquaintances, now I feel comfortable, because I know what others do not. I know how much he loves me, and I love him the same way. To me, at last all the same to the opinions of others, I am proud of him and myself. Let there be flaws in it, because I know that they are in me. They are in all people, and there are no ideal ones. Let people think that such a beauty found in such a "monster", but I know what I found in it and appreciate it very much. And if other girls learned to look not at the exterior, but in the soul, then I think, there would be no unhappy girls and there would be no tears and depressions, but there would be only luminous eyes with happiness and wide smiles. It is necessary to be able to look through the face, whether beautiful or not, the soul should be beautiful.