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Yes, with the title, I have told you everything. But after my first little post about TINDERBLICKEN I have received many reactions from other women and just above experience is apparently common. But how is it?

It has therefore started to write a little to each other that there is a mutual curiosity and hope. So pretty soon, Thus, sometimes too copious quickly arise a situation where you have to realize that it has become invisible in a different way so that it becomes invisible to Tinderblicken.

The man in question begins to use communication as a place to vent any thought whatsoever as father through the head. Damen twinkling hopeful gaze can not but go out when reading the detailed descriptions of the floor drain has just been broken and that he should contact a plumber, or detailed updates on how his digestive health looks at the moment, or more expanded form his elderly mother's health condition and the results of completed tests. Even hopeful glance may look through the messages about what the man has been starved for dinner, What lunch consisted of the addition to the exciting task of what he plans to eat the next day! The woman's brain is interested may also be in need of stimulated and enriched, or what? information about where he has polyps and what kind of intimate examinations this cause and how it feels to get rid of air that filled the areas where polyps are – at a too early stage of acquaintance and then it can not be helped that one is a little sobriety.

One wonders, it is these things approaching each other? Is it a hope that a woman should fall for him? Must be the woman immediately gulpa in everything? It is somewhat puzzling that the man talking to you as if you were his old wife, and all are believed to be interesting for a. Och ” en” then is thus a somehow attractive woman he has seen on the picture, and that proved curious about him for some reason. ”In” I'm not the words, but I refer to the experience of others here, but mix goodies, the phenomenon is also my own experience.

Det är konstigt. When delight and curiosity to have received another message or email is received, these bumps rub you thoughtful chin and raises her eyebrows one, Rather than gasping for breath with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. How could the man to take such a giant leap into something casual and everyday intimate as floor drains and polyps? Already? Is it so easy for them to imagine that they are interested, that everything is already fixed, it just hung there already in the arm and nods in agreement? Or is it not egentligen a man find? Would he himself be discovered, fast ”Discovery” is to take in, but rather the de facto surrender of their entire mundane glory. Detta, my dear, I am, take it or leave it. Chosefritt it anyway!

In his own mind utters it a ” Whence this?”

This kind of thing can happen: one imagines that the dialogue. Is it not true that we women are used to men talk a lot about themselves so it may take a while before we realize it's just that this is the case, and in the beginning you are polite while you have the hope of a call and set ” the right questions” ( which starts even more volubility) and makes you happy, ” oh splash, how nice, he says that I ask the right questions” but after a while you notice that the man himself says does not raise the right questions from his side, and most pass without comment. Then it's time to at last grasp that it is not a question of a dialogue, but only dealing with the illusion of conversation that occurs to you will not be interrupted when writing.

But yes then, in the middle of the feeling of entering into dialogue ( Thus, before you realize that is not the case) and yet curiously fond of throwing over a tinkling Evening Mail, realizes that another step has been taken AHEAD, for mail starts with: ” I must write to me ”

Aha.

It is thus a living diary. Or a vessel UTI which he can redeem their anxiety. This is to be the receiving vessel's classic (and a horrible misconception). Åh nej! It has therefore become someone he writes of himself in, often in anger, even anger at his former wife or any other frustrating.

This is a balancing act. All one can step over, it is not at all difficult to suddenly have written a lot of things that you probably had not said out loud if you sat opposite each other. And it's fine to talk about themselves a little, and dare to tell you things that are not so damned successful, showing that we are people with both sad and happy in the US, wounds and dreams. But it is not quite the same thing as ” write off ”. I and the other women, who have contacted me, wonder why they do so where, männen?

Why is it immediately obvious to them that they think you should be interested in the drains must be cleaned or for their private problems too? Even before the first hit! It has not even spoken on the phone…

Is it a variation on the theme: the woman is for the man of the art?

Alltså, this is just, alldeles the beginning. When approaching. Or perhaps approaching. Ibland, I get in fairness add, it has taken until after a coffee break before the man taking the above steps, But it is still far, very beginning. Do not give this a little untidy? That you believe to be so extremely desirable to be able egoslarva little with another man, which is ” the woman I want to meet for a serious relationship ”…

It makes you wonder if men and women-often – looking for different things in the idea of ​​love?

Well so here it is that I have started online dating. I'm not diligent, but have nevertheless collected a lot of experience. Continue reading →

If I say that does not mean I Reduce Violence. Or men's violence against women. Not at all. But the truth is that women turn.

However, it is something that is reduced. To be a great man and pucklas on a small woman touches something comical. You could almost laugh. One can laugh at her PMS or jealousy or whatever it is. You can make fun of the way she stands there and bolts with their little fists against the hard male chest.

If you even talk about it. All violence in the private glossed over rather, as we all know,.

Vi vet det. So if a man bolts on a woman he ” know ” things, is drunk or because he is jealous do we not laugh, or waving it off as less important, or private. There is progress. If a woman every time she comes home first have to know the man's moods before she knows what she can talk about, and if she can even relax, do we not laugh anymore. We warn. ”So you can not have it”. If a woman is punished because of unfounded jealousy, we say ”That's a dangerous control behavior, akta you!” If a woman is exposed at home on Friday cosiness to the man threatened her when he had drunk a few glasses she is in trouble. Det vet vi. We speak with her. We watch extra. We worry.

I know several men who have or have had relationships with men who beat. great, good, wise, please men. The women's feet, fight with fists, with weapons, threatened with knives and scissors. They control the relationship or the family with his temper. The threat is in the air if things are not to her liking. Is anyone really surprised? It is clear that this is also a part of reality.

But do not become a victim also afraid, is not his soul also slow down? Not forced, he put enormous amounts of vitality to fend off outbreaks and to protect its image of itself, the ratio, of the woman, of love, of the dream? Do not dig this big hole in his heart? Is he not as vulnerable, less susceptible? He shakes it off just? New efforts! no ornamented? Är det så?

How lonely is a man with a woman who beats him, when we know how lonely women with a man who beats?

Some women beat men. Some women turn child. They beat sibling. They beat mothers. their fathers, probably also. It's hard to get it together. A woman who beat her mother. A woman who beat her sister. It is easier to imagine a woman who beats her child. Probably it is easier to imagine that a child is less. But a woman who beats her husband?

The strikes can sometimes be helped by therapy. Not always. Not always. And the path is not obvious and simple. Maybe we have begun to understand it too.

Men en sak är säker; the person being beaten can not heal the strikes. good moments, presenter, undergivenhet, love, adherence, passionate försoningssex, constant love insurance can not heal the strikes from hitting again. Limits are exceeded. Not just physical.

Therapy can help people beat. In the best case. Love changed to avoid being beaten is a destructive way to go. Whoever is beaten will not stay.

A man might joke about his woman beat him. How she stands there and bash him and he unflinching look down at her, where she was rosy and sniffling bouncing around and beat with his little fists on his chest.

It's not funny.

It is a lot, very serious. A woman may not be able to kill her husband, but her violence destroys – as much as a man's violence – the inner slain. All men who are beaten by their woman, ashamed no more. Take it seriously. Remember, you are little boys at heart of human hearts, not some hardline superheroes of hard plastic, you are actually people, just like the women who happened to be in relationships where the husband beats.

Often it is too late, or very far gone, when you discover that someone close to the victim of assault, physical or mental or both – physical abuse are also emotional abuse and physical abuse is often the next step in psychological abuse.

Då, when it's too late, or when too much has happened, When the subject is already in many ways has already gone under, may be dead, asks the surroundings if they saw any signs. If the victim signaled? Why did we not?

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Not only do these stories all too often so beautifully named as Cult – they are now classics and have just come out as such at Bonnier Carlsen.

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This is Erling. He was a very handsome young calf with big black eyes and pink nose, soft white fur with gray-brown subscription. I loved Erling.

We could not cut the wild grass plot without borrowed farmer's bull calves. This year, we borrowed a black and white, There are also 6 months when they came to us. Continue reading →

Now comes the!

spring!

Not until today I have taken down the Advent stars, but now it was time. They are so beautiful with its glimmering especially when the sky deepens to blue before it turns black, But now draws near New Times, new lights and shades.

Though spring is a bit annoying sometimes! Not to mention the summer. Could not it have become bright, can not get the buds swell, you can not have the joy of scents and songs without anpassningsstigmatiseras? Continue reading →

This weekend, I took my daughter and six-year-daughter, wearing apparel tiger ( I do not therefore, but my granddaughter ) to family concert trills and DRAKÖRON at the Concert Hall, the wonderful blue. Continue reading →

So beautiful! I heard it today when I happened to turn on the radio just when it was Chapel. I never listen to such but today it happened that I did it, and gathered me the good that was said. To turn on the radio's in itself a pleasure. Having a traditional old radio with an antenna that can go on battery or cord. What a thing. Continue reading →