He was handsome and handsome with tall and buckwheat hair. He was separated from his wife. I was the prince of my dreams during our engagement. I fell in love with him. I was falling in love, so I was consciously wasting my mind. She was more beautiful than me, younger, more fit, and of course more classy. I understood this from the definition of others, and the occasional analogies of middle-aged love did not know. I will fall in love with her, yes, it's been a year since our marriage, and I noticed her candid and staring looks at other beautiful women and even teenage girls, and it was interesting that she talked to me about their beauty. I have a sore eye. I was my ex-wife.I did not ask my stepmother. I said I will fight for my life, I said I will bring a child, he will adhere to me, he insisted and finally he was satisfied with that denial, and I gave birth to my son after nine months of tension and consecutive fights. His obvious beatings increased, but less friends and acquaintances and family said to themselves, "Brush yourself, what kind of clothes are you wearing? Brush yourself in the first house. Happily, although I did not look old and fat and my body was almost fat and I knew it myself, but if he did not choose me, then I can be happy with him. When he noticed my changes, he was very happy and welcomed. I was, but the life of this eye and the heart of satiety is one Fateh could not do it. I said, "Let's go to Moss's second marriage counselor for our son. Let's try to work together." He accepted. The counseling sessions were held one by one. He loves you romantically but can not control his eyes. His look is greedy. He said that his sexual function is weak. I almost said that these people are called satisfied eyes. And over time, he progressed. I could no longer hear his words. I can bear it, but if not, I would definitely not walk on the sidewalks.
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Date: October 30, 2018
