Girls, tell me who has friends who live together, no matter zhmzh or mzhm. Do you know how they managed to reunite?
Under what conditions would you agree to let a second girl into a relationship? I love both.
I would never let another woman into bed. No, it’s unacceptable for me, and I wouldn’t be able to share my man with another! ZHMZH not for me.
A man would let in for sure, I think. "If I were a sultan, I would have three wives." For relaxation, you can spice it up in a relationship. I don't see anything wrong. The main thing is that everyone is happy.
There is a movie with Scarlett Johansson - I don't remember the name. There about it - two women one man. But there were some tragedies. So, author, do you need it? Or is your life just too easy and fun?
There are such acquaintances, a handsome guy lived with a woman, gave birth to a lyalka, and then they let a third character into their lives - it was a man of 40 years old, he fucked not only a girl, but her husband. Try smearing your ass with honey! I don't know if it will help, but you have to try. It seems that Mayakovsky lived like this with his beloved Lilia and her husband.
Here experience and indifference are needed. As for me. Under no circumstances would I let it go. It's not love then. It's one thing to live - just in one apartment, and another thing is to talk about ZHMZH, that is, as an author - he loves both. What? That is, some kind of polygamy, well, this is game in my opinion.
There is a familiar family, they live in the same house: wife + husband + ex-husband+ a child from the former and a child from her husband, with whom she is now. Nothing so MZHM them. I don't understand this.
I would never deal with such people. Fu damn, fu nah. Second girl? In a relationship? Are you a beggar, author? You do not have your own apartment or apartments. You don't know how to make money yourself? What girl? Nafig you surrendered to the third person (if this is not your child). This is nonsense!
I have a friend who lives together, she and her two cats. There is an acquaintance. A very wealthy man, lives with two girls. Contains both. They drive to rest all together, they are high.
Was 22-23 years old familiar with the family of swingers. More precisely - with the company. Well, what can I say. Not stupid people, well educated, living their desires. Sometimes reflecting on their lifestyle. Especially the men. Strange as it may seem, they were more embarrassed than their wives. No, they didn't drag me into their "lair". Not raped and not dishonored. Why am I? Yes. To each his own! Life is short, live as you wish.
I only know three homosexuals who lived together. The main thing is that everyone is happy!
No friends and well. I don’t see the point in this life, except for problems and headaches, such an experience will obviously give nothing. Is that suitable for a certain stage of life.
I have a friend mzhm. Both love her very much and therefore sacrificed principles and agreed. This does not work with women, we will shove love up our ass and leave, but we will not humiliate ourselves like that. The exception is if the girl is a specific bi, more girl-oriented. Maybe then she will agree to live together.
They were an absolutely adorable couple. 15 years together, small (then) recently gave birth. They continued their swinger party. Of course, I was shocked, but I really liked them as individuals. In "childhood" she generally loved to gather freaks around her.
The Sultan has been found! And then they will conspire together and slaughter you! In general, in Israel, this does not happen, here, I would say, the largest concentration of perverts. Well, mutual fights are normal, right there in the army girls are also trained to swing. I would say not matriarchy, but equality. The decree, for example, is only 3 months before and 3 after, men sometimes take a post-natal decree and sit with their children, depending on who earns more.
Well, they don’t mind, men love children. There is no "real woman" here, " a real man". We live in accordance with the capabilities of everyone. But Russian wives, brought up in the way we are all used to, still strive to shoulder everything, of course.
Well, there the guy major with the strip came together. And they hung out for fun! I knew them well. Great, funny guys, junkies. But why, what and how I do not know. I know such people, but there is hardly any love there, but sex - yes. We lived together and not only.
They need a family like everyone else, they really love each other as a couple, they say this keeps the fire in their relationship. You fuck with others, then you pounce on each other like rabbits, their swing games have clear rules, like any game. Do not fall in love, negotiate with your spouse about every adventure (there are no hidden whores), that is, betrayal in terms of betrayal is unacceptable. I communicate well with such a company, they dream of dragging us like fresh blood, but my husband and I are not ready for this yet.
In principle, I understand the essence of what is happening. Almost everything changes anyway. So isn't it better to do it frankly? Apparently this is another stage in the development of relations. You have to grow up to it. I have such friends. But they lived like this during the turbulent informal youth. In adulthood, people live alone or as a family.
Sore subject, man. I met a man, not bad, courted beautifully, attention to the sea, and then take it and blurt out what ex-wife they were friends with a couple, it was certainly unpleasant, I don’t accept this abomination, but I thought that it’s not a fact that this could affect me, but in vain. In short, I ran from him and stumbled, the sediment is still.
They say that some people have their heads torn and tantrums against this background. It seems to me that it is important not to rush things and not start doing it out of fear of betrayal, but only when one of the couple (or both) report that they would like someone new. Sex MFM, for example.
There is a familiar trinity. MZHM. They live like this, in apartment Z, at first she lived with one M, then a second M appeared. Yes, he is blind, in the literal sense, an invalid. She gave birth to a child. The blind man thinks it's from him. But in fact, from the first. And he doesn’t call any of M dad, and his patronymic is different from the left.
In my opinion, it's immoral.
I don't see a problem at all. Disperse with the girl and hang out with at least ten. And live with your mom. Everyone will be happy. Why invent unnecessary problems! All perverts are like perverts. And you are just creatures, fierce blasphemy!
Here is how it was. I knew one couple, cool guys, they were in the circle of mutual friends, but they never talked closely. On vacation, we accidentally crossed paths and began to hang out together, somehow we drank too much, and my wife fell asleep, and my husband and I slept. The three of us had a lot of fun and upon our return we continued to communicate very closely, and we were so good and interesting with each other that it seemed that we couldn’t do without each other. My husband and I continued to be lovers, but my wife and I became best friends like sisters. And somehow, after the birthday, as usual, the three of us left to continue the fun, got very drunk and when we went to bed, then at the suggestion of me and my girlfriend, a threesome happened and from that night we began to live in three. I don’t know how it happened, but I loved them both, we all loved each other and began to share life and bed. Of course, not everything was smooth, there was jealousy and some inconvenience, but it was something special. I adequately perceived my role in all this, so I left them alone for several days, did not make scenes, although I was jealous and did not give reasons for jealousy to my wife myself, it suited everyone .. except me. So it all ended logically, now we continue to be friends with my wife and communicate with our husband, without a hint of sex, when we parted, we seized all the grief, so now there can be no question of anything, but spiritual intimacy remains and therefore we still so far friends.
I know that no one will understand this, I don’t need it, I hope my story will help the author in some way. The Swedish family is a double-edged sword.
And I'll add more. If you chase two hares, you won't catch a single one, you know that? And there is. He can’t have anything with me now, his wife can’t fully trust him now, and after me their life cannot be the same, maybe they will even break up. I advise you to choose one, it is better to lose one than both, and so it will be if you decide to be with both.
Girl never. If the three of us live, then I alone in this state should be a princess.
This post made my heart ache. I live with a guy (I hope we get married, I love). So. We met him 9 months ago. Relations immediately. He offered a threesome fmzh, I agreed, but only sex. So it happened 3 times. There was no jealousy (well, maybe a little), just sex. Then he had the idea to live together. I thought I would die at that moment. Fell head over heels in love with him. He began to look for a girl, young, beautiful ... but! Horseradish young and beautiful, smart, economic will agree to this. I calmed down a bit. Then I found his correspondence. He wrote to the girls, invited them to my apartment, promised full support (he and I work and will support this girl). Time passed .... he calmed down, this idea disappeared from him. I feel his love, he has changed. It’s good that I endured it then. But the pain was unbearable. I forgot about this already. The post reminded me. Now introduced: me, he and she. Yes, I'd rather stay alone, although I'm not jealous. How can I imagine that some girl in a dream will hug him, lie under one blanket, sniff on his shoulder - fu .... now how can I forget this nonsense about the Swedish family?
In relations between a man and a woman, the third is superfluous. Even if the main girl is not jealous, she will still not like it. The second one is even more so, she can fall in love and count on something serious. After all, at the level of the subcortex, any woman has a desire to be the only one.
Why don't men understand this? I said so to my own: well, let's say the second one comes into the relationship. What if she wants more? He tells me: then he will go through the forest. It will not be fair, our hearts are not made of stone.
If I didn’t love my husband, I would gladly have hooked up with a girl. Moreover, I love pretty girls. But I love my husband and I will not agree to this dregs. The author, most likely, wants to experiment sexually, there is no love there.
I would let only a cook or a cleaner to clean the hut while my husband is at work, and we would walk with the child. But sex ZHMZH for me - treason. I wouldn't let a second girl in our bed, life.
I always believed that relationships are created and maintained by two, but still, many relationships with men include a third participant. In the best scenario, she simply does not wish you secretly harm. For example, since student times: after parties, we go together to another passion, his mother comes out and begins to adore me, because she sees a very drunk son and me, clear, collected, helping the young man not to fall. How could she know that we drank equally, it's just that my metabolism is better, it's just that I have a lack of loss and self-control when drunk - one of the main virtues.And so it went: mothers loved me, their sons loved me, I loved that they loved me - in a word, a world full of love. One mother tried to hand me a banana or an apple every time she met. Either I seemed to her too skinny, or, as usual with the generation of mothers, “to love is to feed.” Mine is like that too, so I rent an apartment on the other side of the city. Another gave me the first expensive perfume in my life - Chanel 31 Rue Cambon - with a recommendation to use it every day. At first, the smell just scared me, it looks like an insecticide, besides, when applied, he tried to “suffocate” me, as happens with perfumes. And now I'm thinking: maybe she didn't really love me?
The older I got, the further moms moved out of my life. Boys grow up, mothers step aside. Or rather, they should: once on a dating site, my mother wrote to me looking for a bride for her son. I quite vigorously denied such an honor, my mother replied “Yes, you really are not suitable for us” and blocked me so that I would not persecute this noble family.
Why am I: my mother happened to me.
First, there was a call from an unknown number, of course, I passionately answered “Hello” in the hope that it was employers who brought me millions.
Natasha, is that you? asked a stern voice.
- Yes, - puzzled, - it's me.
- My name is Maria Andreevna, I'm Anton's mother. You dated for a while, around 2008. Remember Anton?
Of course, I remember Anton. Anton and I experienced two months of amazing discoveries: it turned out that a man can sleep for 12 hours every day and not even leave the house for cigarettes. I was unpleasantly surprised. Anton is also very handsome. So we, in fact, held out for two months.
- I remember Anton.
- You know, - the unknown Maria Andreevna said confidentially into the telephone receiver, - Anton is somehow very moping. And since then he has not had a serious relationship. We are strangers, but Anton always spoke very well of you, spoke, unforgettable. I'm very embarrassed, but I took his phone and found you in contacts. I'm worried about him. Are you married now? Busy?
- Not...
"Perhaps you should try again?" He is very serious, he wants to get married.
I, as Carrie Bradshaw writes, thought: maybe I missed something in my life and we returned to the period of arranged marriages? But then she would have called my mother, and not me, and they would have collectively asked me to marry. Our mothers freak out as we rush about, date, travel, and destroy the institution of marriage. Maybe mom knows something that I don't? After all, the most stupid sons have very clear, businesslike mothers.
Forced to refuse, Maria Andreevna. It seems to me that the former does not return.
“Interesting principle,” she said. But perhaps not without common sense.
She said goodbye and hung up the phone. Anton remained a bachelor. I am in surprise.
But to the former, and, indeed, to return is a disastrous thing.
And if they have such a mother, then the three of them will probably have to live.
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Christine: Hello Olga!
Thank you so much for your trust service. I always read with interest your answers - so subtle, close to me. And now I decided to write, because I want to know your view on the situation in which I got. I'm just going crazy!
The fact is that the three of us live, although I dreamed of ordinary family. It all started 3 years ago, when I was struck by talented works (I am an art critic), it turned out that their author, Valery, is older than me, although he looks like a peer: yoga, martial arts. Bright appearance. Witty and very deep can talk about everything from computers to ancient religions. In general, he conquered me immediately, however, his charm is usually felt by everyone. Friendships began when together - not in a cafe, but at archaeological excavations, etc.
He soon admitted that he was now on his third divorce. According to him, the wives are smart, beautiful, but for some reason they leave for the sake of others. Now "the women in his life are over." In addition, his relatives openly declared that I was "gray" for him. So I didn't expect anything. I just wanted to distract him, because. after the departure of his wife, he seriously tried to end his life. Insomnia, depression, very homesick. At his request, we spent more and more time together.
After 2 months, Valery became my first man. Suddenly, he "came to life" - he said that he was proud of our closeness, because I "gave my virginity." From that day on, he prepared for me surprises, entertainment, candlelit evenings and baths full of roses. In general, the romance you dream about. Every day is like an adventure: designing a website together, writing a book, learning Japanese, flying in a helicopter, swimming under the moonlight, etc. Every night is like an erotic film. All this, fortunately, continues to this day.
On his advice, I changed my appearance and became more stylish. Friends say that I blossomed with him. He wanted more and more intimacy, which even scared me. Every day he called, wrote, talked about everything that happened without me, even took me to parties where everyone came without women, at work he listened only to my criticism. It was embarrassing that he told all the dreams, even erotic ones, about other women, details about former loved ones. He himself was jealous even of his friends, employees, of everyone.
Outwardly independent, Valery was responsible with me. We moved in six months later. Then I began to hope that we are a couple, and not just friends. We often talked about his students, especially our favorite, Lena, who was in love with Valery. He, laughing, read her notes, poems. A talented girl copied him both in work and in life. Before our eyes, she grew into a tall, curvy, athletic blonde, outwardly similar to all Valery's wives (I am a small, flat brunette).
Once I returned from a business trip, and from the threshold he began to ask me to forgive, because. was close to Lena. Allegedly by chance: after a student-teacher party in his house, she asked to spend the night, began to declare her love, they were drunk ... He repented that he had hurt me, he was ashamed. But from that day on, all the talk was only about Lena. Like, he is a scoundrel, and she is a victim. He was the first man in her life.
Lenin's parents found out about their relationship, made her a scandal. He was tormented that he left her in trouble, even for the first time he took to drink. I could not stand it, and I myself asked to call Lena, to support. But new meetings led to new intimacy. And he told me all this. But now he convinced me that Lena was a genius, a beauty, a noble person.
Without scenes (remembering that we promised to be friends) I moved to my apartment. I said that I would arrange my life, and they would be a good couple. But he just went crazy: he came to me, to work, called, even cried, sent flowers and letters with requests to return. He said that he would not forgive himself for this, he did not want to be a scoundrel. What worries about how I can live alone (I have no relatives). That he's in love with both of us. With Lena spoke only about me. And vice versa. I started seeing him again. So "the three of us" - for almost a year. Lena convinces me that she is not a rival, she simply cannot live without him, Valery is her idol. Everything suits her. But she's 18 - her life is ahead of her. And I will soon be 27. Outwardly, we do not quarrel with her, we help each other at work and at home, we have many common ideas. But inside, it's a huge stress for me. Constant comparison with a young, beautiful girl.
If Valery had treated me cooler, I would have left: but, as before, calls, care, frankness, gifts, sex - everything is wonderful. I am not jealous with them, but at home I often cry: there is no family, no future, I live alone. I can't even change him. And I don't want to. And he is still terribly jealous. And Lena too. It seems that it is climbing out of the skin so as not to lose us. You know, he had a difficult childhood: his mother constantly left him in an orphanage, then in a hospital, then to distant relatives, she treated him very indifferently. He lacked affection so much, constant fear that she would leave him forever.
Maybe that's why he won't let Lena and me go? He is afraid to lose women - whether he is needed or not ... Is it possible to love two at all? Or to me - a habit and pity that I'm lonely? Or an exaggerated responsibility for us? He says, wait - Lena will outgrow her love and leave me. So I'm an "alternate airfield"? Her parents (but not her) demand that Valery marry her. And he began to ask me to give birth.
Maybe it will bind him? Or, on the contrary, while I walk around pregnant and tortured, will he go to Lena? And what's in store for the baby? What if she gets pregnant (her dream)? Valery and Lena see the only way out - to live, sleep, raise children together as a family. It scares me. Yes, and it seems that we will start to quarrel. But it's better than loneliness... Or "compete" with Lena, push her out of Valery's life? Or leave? But it will hurt both him and me. I'm completely confused. Help, please, from the outside, maybe something is clear ...
Olga-WWWoman: Hello Christine! I know the bohemian environment quite well and I can say that such things are quite common in this environment. But just as definitely I can say that you should not create family relationships with such a man. You just can't stand it and leave anyway.
But your specialty and professional environment are also not conducive to family life, as far as I know female art historians - everyone is lonely ... It would be worth giving birth in any case, even if there is no husband, but without relatives this is a big problem, as I understand it.
If I were in your place, I would not give birth to Valery - your son or daughter by inheritance may have the same problems with family life as his father.
You won't go anywhere yet - you love him too much, he keeps you close by himself too tightly. He is greedy for life, for new sensations. He is sometimes romantic and wears it in his arms, and then he forgets about the existence of a woman. Everything is based on impulse, mood, expression. Familiar. How familiar is this...
Sooner or later you will get tired ... but now, while he asks not to leave him - condescend, communicate, but I think sharing sex with another woman is somehow destructive, or something, despite all the bohemianism and blurring of the moral standards of his circle. .. Where can you put jealousy? Plus she's younger and his favorite type...
I do not think that he loves her, but as a man he is flattered by her love. Both you and she are compensation (how, two virgins gave him themselves) for his defeats with his wives, compensation for a difficult childhood and "dislike", for humiliation from previous women.
If you can’t help but see him - meet as a friend, but sleep with him - I don’t know, I don’t know ... After all, Lena, she is probably so calm because she doesn’t consider you a serious rival, but what she says is still necessary divide by 20...
As a woman, you must respect yourself and fight to be the ONLY one for him. I think it's worth a try. The most natural condition would be: either marry her, or tear. No other is given. His egoism must be curbed, because the current situation is extremely convenient for him, but he does not think about you, let them, they say, figure it out among themselves. And you, each in your soul, hope that someone will not stand it and leave. You can wait for years, it's better to immediately put all the dots on i. - let him, a man, decide, not small - whom he loves and with whom he stays.
Only I am afraid that he does not love anyone but himself, talented and beautiful - he only amuses his pride and needs excessive affection, attention and love. He respects and loves only himself, unique, and his desires. His God is Desire. Decide whether you will fight for him or not. But since from the very beginning he limited your relationship to "friendship", then there are very, very few hopes for more.
All his words and deeds are just conscientiousness and unwillingness to look like a complete bastard and selfish in your eyes (so it seems to me). A woman for him is a Goddess, and his outbursts have little to do with you personally. He is preoccupied with selfishness. Such men love themselves in the process of love (let's hope I'm wrong). All of them consider themselves geniuses and need worship and great love, most often unrequited. In their hearts, they respect few people, initially considering others as a "crowd". But they know how to love women, only they are not able to love one, for them each is the embodiment of all the women of the world. And only having met one in which he will find the embodiment of many of the brightest women for him, he can stop and fall in love seriously.
Christine: Thank you very much for your letter! What a clever girl you are, Olga, it immediately became easier on my soul! I tried to convey the facts without judgment, but you saw everything as if you knew him, said what I had been thinking about for a long time. And that he doesn’t even know me or Lena as people. And that a woman for him is an abstract goddess who can be idolized, feared and hated at the same time. And that he doesn't love us both. Yes, and in general is not capable of this feeling.
It would seem, what am I waiting for, if so? Where is the pride - to meet a man who does not love and sleeps with another? This is what I often say to myself. :) But I think it's not about attachment, I could break up with Valery. The reason is complex ... or just nonsense ...
In general, I looked through my first letter to you: indeed, everything began with his work - even before we met. It's not easy for me to get into anything. After all, as an art critic, I am already a terrible nitpick and critic. :) I meet various unrecognized geniuses in droves. And I don't even like it. But Valery's paintings are, well, true, talented. For me, this is something very valuable. Probably, just a complex of each person with my specialty - to discover talent.
But, oddly enough, I don’t even want to amuse ambition: I don’t believe that Valery will “unwind”, and for some reason I don’t give a damn whether one person will appreciate him or a million. The best part is that he doesn't care either. But when you come across something amazing... and when you see how such a painting is born right before your eyes... and in general grows out of all this life... When, on the verge of your knowledge, you puzzle over how, for example, to solve a compositionally conceived theme. Not trite. And suddenly a person easily gives out this! Where there is a wall for you, for him it is a "green door". In general, his painting is something more than me, and Lena, and himself - put together.
Of course, he is not the only one. How many tales are circulating in the same bohemian circles about real phenomena - those who have drunk themselves, hanged themselves, ended up in a psychiatric hospital. Why, it's not even a pity for them - the possibilities are ruined. And now you look forward to what else he can "do" from a person, because he does everything so easily - work, since God has given you such opportunities! And then he gets poisoned because of his runaway wife, then he drinks because of an 18-year-old girl ... It's clear why.
A very smart and adult Valery leads the brush. And he acts - a boy who has not grown up. A five-year-old frightened kid among strangers, about whom his own mother forgot. Unnecessary, lonely, abandoned. Too familiar from my own childhood. I want to make up for the dislike. And all the time you are waiting for "podlyanki", looking for evidence of love. You can lie to a woman that you have cancer and follow the reaction. Or right after her friend's funeral, ask for intimacy. Who, they say, is dearer to her: me or the deceased? Cruel, selfish, of course. A normal woman after such "tricks" can leave ...
Only this is not from narcissism - from the inability to love oneself without nourishment from outside. Valery is terribly cruel to himself. Imagine, an adult can seriously starve himself, because today he did not deserve dinner at his place! Someone has to justify it to himself ... And it is better to spend energy on creativity than on licking wounds.
Here I am - like I got rid of the childish thirst for affection. Not by myself - I got wonderful friends. Warmed up - had the strength to grow up. But Valery was not caught ... And neither bohemian beauties nor prosperous girls will understand his "oddities". Although their love greatly increases self-esteem. And then thanks. I alone could not give him too much affection. And Lena somehow even "unloaded" me. The only such "hungry" person is trying to make both a mother, and a friend, and a mistress, etc. Also sometimes she takes revenge for the fact that she is a hostile creature - a woman. Against the background of touching games of romance.
More than once I tried to become just a friend to Valeria, but denial of sex for him is the same as rejection. Again unwanted! And marriage is a form of violence, something disgusting. So he won't marry anyone. Therefore, I will either decide to leave, or I will fight for his work, that is, for his bright mood.
Now Valery, despite his hectic personal life, works from morning to night. It just shines. I don’t know if this is love on my part, if when he once got bored in the middle of “prosperity”, I myself arranged for him the opportunity to go on a very risky trip. Extreme sport. Adrenaline did its job: inspiration returned again.
But a woman in love with him would probably only think that he would risk his life - and dissuade him. I am ready to bring him and the harem myself, if only I don’t waste time on “passion-muzzle”. Just a simple "falling in love" will not solve anything by itself. But he understands his children's complexes, tries to grow up, changes.
I believe that the main thing is for him to understand everything himself, as long as the world is not seen as so hostile and as long as it is obvious that women spoil him, he deserves love. And if he can fall in love with someone in a mature way, I will be the first to congratulate them and disappear.
It would be nice for Valery, probably, to go to a psychotherapist. But for him it is a shame, worse than death. I hope I'm not trying to realize myself at his expense. I have my own business and successes. But co-creation with him, Valery's works - for me something like a matter of life ... just look at them - doubts disappear. That's only when I'm tortured, tired - the professional in me sleeps, and the woman begins to cry over her seemingly unsettled woman's share. But, to be honest, neither the family nor the child really shines for me. So why not try creating good man conditions for creating a good painting? If he evokes a sea of tenderness in me, and without his love, there is still enough strength (subject to a conscientious attitude towards me and care), why not give it to someone in need? Once again, thank you so much and sorry for the confusion.
Best regards, Kristin
Olga-WWWoman: Every artist probably dreams of such a woman. He needs you while he needs you, nothing humiliating but your<не расставании>no. Moreover, you put higher your mission to support talent. Your role in everyday life and moral terms is unenviable, but who knows ... a person does not live by life alone ... if you see your path next to him as with an outstanding talent, then there is no disharmony ... Your goal is not a family, but Service. I understand it...
He was lucky, he met a woman who is on a different level of consciousness than most women, a woman who sees her destiny ... I would not be able to share my husband with someone else even for the sake of a great creative goal ...
Apparently, I am more down to earth, or maybe I have not experienced the ecstasy of worship in my life ... I understand everything that you compromise, suffer in your soul, make sacrifices for the sake of this child genius and step on your feminine pride.
You can both sympathize and envy. Envy that your life is spent in creativity - both in your own and next to the creativity of a richly gifted person. I understand that THIS is how much is forgiven, and while it is being forgiven, goodbye. There will come a moment - sorry. I wish you to live in peace with yourself, and I think you will not be bored ...
Christine: THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!!
TRUST SERVICE
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Disgusting. At first, everything seems funny, because it is unusual, they say, that the three of us have our own small world where we do not let anyone in, we will not tell anyone about our little secret and so on. But then hell begins. One person begins to be jealous of the second to the third, and on this everything is rapidly heading in a certain direction.
It plays a very important role how these threesome relationships were born. If there were two who accepted a third, then sooner or later they will ask him.
It was more difficult for me, we accepted the third one, and then I began to understand that it was obviously not her who was superfluous, but me. I couldn’t leave, I didn’t want to, I didn’t have the right and all that. It all ended with her leaving, and then he suffered, and I suffered because he suffered, and she suffered because we both suffered because of her. It's all garbage, you can have fun like that when you're young, but still people should be together, the third one always spoils everything and breaks the foundations of these two.
A threesome relationship is unusual, surprising, but I wouldn’t say that it’s completely abnormal. Firstly, everyone decides for himself how to build his life, and secondly, such relationships are not always losing - this is a stereotype. I can prove by my own example. For more than three years I have been living in serious relationship with two guys. I love both equally, no one feels disadvantaged. And both love me just the same, I don’t think it would occur to them to share their girlfriend among themselves. In our family (namely, the family), always bright relationships and quarrels are extremely rare. We live in the same apartment, sleep together, eat together and spend our free time together. We also have a common income. At the same time, everyone feels happy, everything seems very correct to us, even relatives from three sides accepted this. Perhaps their strong childhood friendship played a role, or maybe something else. But we are happy, and this is the main thing.
I'm afraid my answer will be very voluminous ... I'll try to be as short as possible ...
I was in a relationship with a girl who was officially dating another guy. She was my classmate, and in the graduating class, I still mustered up the courage to ask her to meet. Our relationship developed sluggishly, and I did not understand why, until I found out that she had not broken up with her previous boyfriend. At first I was furious, but then I soberly assessed the situation: I was an unpopular boy, and she was a very bright girl - in itself unheard of luck that she agreed to date me. I told her that I knew about the third (although, in theory, the “third” was me), said that I would not interfere with her choice, especially since she was a virgin and neither we nor they had sex. We continued our "secret" romantic relationship until the summer. In the summer she went to rest in one place, I went to another. I wrote her several letters, but no response. When I returned to my hometown, I found out that she had slept with her boyfriend, and they now have a "relationship on a new level." At the same time, I learned from mutual friends. I did not find the strength to meet with her, and she did not show any desire to continue communication with me. I stayed in grades 10-11, and she went to school. The next time we managed to talk after 7 years, and we did not remember these relationships.
I had 2 groups of friends in which I spent my free time. They crossed very rarely, and not in full force, which suited me perfectly: tired of some people, I spent more time with others. Gradually, out of 2 companies, we formed our own "small" company of 3 guys and a girl (relationships are not even three, but four, but in this case I can be considered only an observer or a narrator). We communicated regularly, although each initially had his own personal life. Gradually, the guys became single, and her boyfriend left the girl after he took her virginity, but that's another story. As a result, all my friends remained "single", and somehow imperceptibly one of them began to meet with our girlfriend (openly enough that we did not have an ambivalent idea about this). I didn't care, the "third" in their circle tried to find a passion, but to no avail. As a result, the "first" began to gradually stumble upon things "incomprehensible" to him: the loss of condoms, the daily hanging of the "third" in the girl's apartment, even if he, her boyfriend, was leaving, etc. My hints that there were now three of them were not perceived by the "first", and only angered him. As a result, I stopped my attempts to convey to him the meaning of what was happening, and tried to talk first with the “third”, and then with the “second”, but the result was sad: “No. 1 was left with nothing”, and “No. 3 became pregnant with No. 2 "and they now live together ... I don't like traitors, and therefore I stayed with No. 1, especially since he needed me at that time more.
Bottom line: Threesome relationships always end in pain for one of the members of the trio. And even if such a relationship continues for quite a long time, this does not mean that one of the partners does not have a big bleeding wound inside.
