I am raising a child, which I am very happy about. I'd like to have another one, but there are problems. Let me start from the beginning. I'm healthy, but my husband is infertile. We wanted children and I didn't want to cheat on him. So we went to expensive medical procedures.

I was "pumped" with hormones, and then they "planted" an embryo. And so three times, because the first and the second one didn't work. It's easy to write, but it's not easy to bear it when you already feel life inside and then it stops. It's shocking and stressful.

It's tears, and feeling bad from excess hormones. It's a bad figure from the medication.

It's debts and loans, procedures are expensive. Several years passed in the exercise. When I cried, I lkmaoa that if I had cheated on my husband, I wouldn't have to suffer so much

But I'm honest, and I suffered. After raising my head a bit from my problems, I began to suspect that my husband was cheating on me. This was especially disgusting in the face of my exploits.

I did a little investigation and my husband's adultery was quickly discovered. You have no idea how angry I was! I'd agonized in clinics about not cheating, and he didn't agonize. And he didn't appreciate it.

I didn't want to see my husband anymore. I took a mop in my hands, opened the door, and kicked him out of the apartment. I cried for a long time. For days I walked around like a robot, feeling nothing.

A friend told me that I should try to get pregnant naturally. I agreed out of anger. We started looking for a donor.

Yes, a donor. I just wanted a baby, not a new husband. We had a long discussion about what kind of father he should be. Smart, healthy, handsome. And he should have a family. That's a good indicator of character, too.

I spent a week looking for him on the Internet. I've been texting men. I'd given up hope. But suddenly I found him. I liked him, and we had an "affair". In the process of communication I found out that he is healthy, educated, and has two children. Everything's fine.

Since I was healthy, I got pregnant very quickly. The goal was achieved. And I "disappeared" from my lover's sight. I was no longer angry with my husband. I've committed adultery, too. After all, I was also looking for

Maybe the lover was looking for me, but I didn't care. I was getting ready to have a baby. At some point my husband came back and we made up. I told my husband I'd used a medical service.

Although I had no money for it and chose the "free option". Shortly before the birth, my lover found me. He was bored, and I think he was starting to guess that the baby might be his. He asked me the due date. I told him. And we agreed to just text each other.

The baby that was born looked so much like him that the photo couldn't be shown. I didn't want him to claim the baby. Soon enough, the baby developed allergies. And it was important for the diagnosis if the father had it.

I mysteriously mumbled in the correspondence "and how do you tolerate milk?" to which he replied that he did not. Of course, it was my fault for choosing a donor like that.

Since he was smart, after these questions, the lover started demanding a picture of the baby. I had to send it. I could have ended it, of course. But I wanted a second child. After the baby photo, he sent me a baby photo of himself. The resemblance is obvious.

I blocked him and left town. The baby's growing up, my husband and I are raising him. But how do you have a second child..

My last four men have been about 10 years younger than me. It's socially frowned upon. "Evil tongues" like to say all the worst things they can. I've been thinking about why I choose men younger than me. And a story from my past came to mind. Years ago, I was married to a man of my own age. He loved me very much, we got married and I was sure of his love. When our daughter was born, he became very jealous. I must say that it was not for nothing: in the past, before our marriage, he had seen many men courting me. But after marriage, I never cheated on him. And how could I? I was pregnant, and then I took care of a small child. I always thought he was joking when he laughingly said "coming off duty to check on you." started nagging me to ask what I was doing. while he was at work. I didn't take it seriously because I was busy with the baby. The baby wasn't sleeping well and I was exhausted from it. During the day, the baby slept for 30 minutes at a time, and I had no time for anything. My husband did not understand this, we were only 23 years old. He was young and did not understand childcare. One day we had a fight with my husband, it was a domestic quarrel after which he left for work. My husband was a military man, and he was on duty with a gun. That day he thought I would bring a lover home. So he came home at night to kill me. He said later that he only wanted to scare me. I put the baby to bed and my husband came in with a machine gun. He silently pointed it at me. I'm the kind of person that gets scared afterwards, after the situation. In the situation itself, I realized I needed to hug him. That, my paradoxical behavior, saved me. I hugged him and told him how much I loved him. He still had his gun at point-blank range. After a while, I was rescued by his coworker. who realized my husband had gone to the family with a gun. He took the gun away from him and took it out of the house. Then my husband pulled out a gun. And it happened again. I was able to talk him into leaving. And he said, "live," I'll kill the neighbors for you. And he left. I rushed to the baby, and I realized she was asleep. A short time later, I heard an automatic rifle line in the yard. It was very loud. I was angry - he would wake up the baby. This maternal strength allowed me to go out and, being wildly angry, chase him out of the yard with a gun. And that's it, a day later, "I'm screwed." It was a post-traumatic stress disorder that I had been carrying for years. And that's it, a day later, "I'm screwed." It was a post-traumatic stress disorder that I had been carrying for years. I had trouble socializing with men. Then I got over it. It was impossible for me to have relationships with men. I've been able to hang out with men who aren't aggressive at all. It turned out to be a guy 10 years younger than me. I didn't want a close relationship with him, it was unacceptable to me, even though he was an adult. But he wanted it and it worked out. Since then, I have never been able to learn how to socialize with male peers.

2 almost 3 months ago I met someone at a concert. Immediately, we hit it off and started going on dates. I thought we were cultivating something healthy but in actuality I was being taken advantage of. The moment things got serious, I communicated my intentions, he communicated his, and we agreed upon what we wanted to establish. Or so I thought.

Yesterday afternoon when celebrating our one month anniversary, I oversaw a Tinder notification while he had me translate Spanish for him. We were supposed to go apple picking and making cider but postponed plans because his car isn’t in safe conditions. When I respectfully approached him about it he lied to my face. Later that evening I learned from a trusted friend and their company that he was in fact, talking to other people behind my back at a convention we attended weeks ago.

My mood and trust were shot entirely. Our schedules are hectic but we make time for one another on the weekends. Usually, we spend 4-6hrs together but he left MUCH earlier than we discussed. I felt and still feel sick, disgusted and saddened. While I have enough communication skills to vocalise my upset and have initiated similar conversations before, I’m genuinely tired of people playing in my face and not giving me the same respect I extend.

Time after time, I’ve held him accountable in moments of disrespect or saying/doing something inappropriate to which he seemed receptive of. Moving forward he’s done better and has put in effort which I’m grateful for, but to play in my face and think I wouldn’t find out is crazy. I’ve already had suspicions but because I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, I wrote them off hyper vigilance even though I KNEW it wasn’t. I was in denial and overplaying my part, my mistake.

This won’t change the kindness I’ll continue giving others but I refuse to consider that a relationship with how short term it was and with that being said, September 26th really will make 2 years since I’ve been single. While I’d like to be in a relationship, it’s not a priority. I’m dissociated and struggling to process but I’ll manage. He’s been texting me acting as if everything’s all peachy but I have no intention to respond.

He didn’t respect me enough to be honest and cut ties when I first initiated the conversation of what our dynamic would look like moving forward so I won’t respect him enough to say anything. I’ve already informed him the consequence of his actions should he say or do anything to emotionally, mentally or physically hurt me and now he’s going to experience. I refuse to remain anywhere I’m not appreciated. Can’t respect my presence? Hope you enjoy my absence.

Hey I have been cheated by a person one year ago and he left me and I am in a relationship with a new person but I think I haven't came out of my past traumas due to which I have a lot of anxiety issues and suffer a lot of chest pain .I don't know how to handle this anymore and I think because of which I have problems in my current relationship