Should I forgive treason?

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

So, you have been cheated on. You found them doing sinful activities right in your love nest, on your highly experienced bed. You left like a train. You ran away like that very last train. When you come home and take a more horizontal position for the offended woman, the first thing you do is decide how you should suffer.

You should be specifically devoured by "offense"

Feeling of deep disappointment in the libido object. To activate the process, you can turn on something from the repertoire of the early Bulanova, defiantly smoke six packs of cigarettes, cry on the balcony, mentally assert yourself in the role of a naive fool and get drunk with a girlfriend in the club in the evening. As a bespectacled person with a bespectacled person - a friend, comrade and spare glasses, and a friend to a friend - a vest, a drinking companion and spare brains. After the eighth cocktail, when the chair at the counter turns into a rocking chair, sobs and discussions with a faithful friend of the topic "all the men are insensitive bastards, goats, arthroplastic animals and so on - in proportion to the fantasy and the amount of tequila drunk" begin. Then the process goes into the stage of "washing the bones of a rival" with the use of universal definitions for women who are younger and more beautiful than you. For this, the phrases dyed panicle, tattered cat, chuvyrla soviet with a vital attitude - ask less questions and eat ice cream until it melts, etc. are ideal. Then, when it's already good and calm, there are several options, the most popular of them is to remove a couple of freeloaders, languidly peeking into the cleavage of their interlocutors, hoping to save money for desperate sex.

Do you know how chicken legs came about? This is an old legend. When a proud, freedom-loving chicken falls into a trap, it immediately bites off its leg. So you, like a laying hen wet with tears, are trying to bite off a couple of love memories.

A magical night at home with a casual companion

Usually ends with a terrible headache in the morning and a feeling of complete topographic degradation with exclamations "Where am I?", "Who am I?", "E-mine!" Offended and offended by several individuals at once, with disgust you remove your hand from his lush hair on his chest, turn on the upper brain, quickly put on trousers hanging on the chandelier, socks and a T-shirt gathering dust under the bed, glance at the shaggy monster in the mirror and you tiptoe out of the apartment.

Whether to forgive treason or revenge? Yes, to take revenge on the drunk with the first comer - it's not for you to tuck a fur coat into a thong, you don't need to make any special efforts - get drunk and get angry. First - on him, then, in the morning - on yourself. Although sometimes after this option it becomes even more disgusting. Then you repeat the story with your girlfriend and tequila to the condition "You respect me, I respect you - we are respected people!" and revel in verbiage to your satisfaction. But usually all this is accompanied by stories about what a cool mistress you are and what an insatiable man he is, followed by a description of poses and morning coffee in bed. Then you go home and with a feeling of "pity", which often spoils the photographs with exacerbations when a bird appears, you collapse on the sofa.

And there you suddenly encounter five thoughts in your head:

1. Were we protected or not?

2. Damn, I wanted to buy a vacuum cleaner from my salary, now I also spend money on an abortion … Can I say that this is His child? No, disgusting! I'm not as mean as He …

3. I'm only 25, and already such a slut … but it seems like they brought up well and I have a diploma for the Olympiad in life safety. Beast, if not for Him, I would never!

4. I didn't even ask what his name is? And he has a beautiful back …

5. I wonder if he liked it?

This is followed by the standard raids on the refrigerator in search of reassurance. Calm, materialized in sausage sandwiches, cakes and certainly a couple of kilograms of sweets, usually comes to an apotheosis in the lounges opposite. Then the thoughts come that by chewing food thoroughly, you benefit society, so you try to bring more benefits, tastier, with mayonnaise and sugar. This option is suitable for a maximum of two days, after which the fight against heartburn and colic in the abdomen ceases to be entertaining and does not help distract from problem number one.

Meanwhile, "problem number one" in the imagination from the category of bastards is slowly moving into the category of deceivers, which increases the tantrum already about what treasure you have missed. Nevertheless, you do not leave the work of the director of a pornographic film, in which the main role is invariably played by the above accursed scoundrel. Only the frames become more and more blurry, and in an orgy sometimes your ideal elastic body begins to flicker.

In some especially neglected cases, offended individuals try to write poetry. It turns out half: it turns out to write, poetry is not very good.

The question remained open: Should we forgive treason? The next option in this situation is absolutely irreplaceable. This, so to speak, is the credo of the offended woman, her defensive reaction against negative impressions. Any self-respecting woman cannot survive trauma without doing something to her hair. They do whatever they want with them - they bleach, highlight, cut a hedgehog, parody rivals, etc. So the worse a woman's hair, the more problems she has with men. As an option, it is also considered leaving a salary in a beauty salon for 8 months in advance in order to fix the poultry farm on the head and bring oneself into a state of social and sexual demand. Then you, beautiful and updated, are capable of anything, up to filming in a glossy magazine, which then, by some unknown means, ends up in the traitor's mailbox. And for self-satisfaction, you can parade in the mini past the windows of His office or accidentally go a couple of times to the bar where He spends the evenings. Such options are good in all respects, since in order to pay off the loan as soon as possible, you will have to go headlong into work, and all other parts of the body will bother you insofar as.

Shopping also saves a lot

At this stage, the deceived woman is prone to mass buying of absolutely unnecessary things. The sexiest clothes are bought, sometimes several sizes smaller, with a firm intention to remove unnecessary fat and cellulite, in a beauty salon and to strengthen the chest by pouring ice water. Next, a variety of items are bought up: cactus pots, wooden rabbits, a heel massager, a hairdryer for a barbecue and, of course, wallpaper, rugs, paint for repairs, which you decided to arrange in the apartment for peace of mind.

Leaving the store, you see a grandmother at the passage selling gray kittens, trembling from ignorance of their own fate. Ignoring the small timid hammers of common sense knocking in your head, you buy an animal of the most suffering type, apparently personifying it with you, and for about three days you revel in care, feeding, catching fleas, combing the fur of a fluffy creature. After a period of heightened enthusiasm, you finally get bored with the toy, and you make him a cozy house in a closet with soundproof walls. There is also an option to get a dog and call him a Scoundrel or a Dog, so that on the streets, when you call a dog, all the men will look around.

The next no less effective, according to the woman, way of calming down is to have a heart-to-heart talk with your best friend. Best male friends, swearing, choking with saliva, in eternal friendship and familiarity, who come with chocolate and alcohol, one way or another, are always ready to act as the notorious wedge with which another wedge is knocked out. Male best friends are usually married or hopelessly in love, well-groomed, cute, but always ready to accompany you to a party, a colleague's wedding, to shops or to bed. Primary compassion on the face, supplemented by patterns like "he is not worth you, there is still that one … and you are still so young …" ends with a pat on the shoulder, then on the knees and higher. After your indifferent "Yes, all men are moral freaks …" the best friend is usually convinced that the business is bad, and with a pompous look gives out a typical male phrase: "Do you want me and the boys to teach him a lesson?" and you with the same indifferent look: "Thank you, but better not, he is big and he has a red boxing belt …" Then you fall into the memory of how He showed you his triceps, about His pumped-up ass, and you it becomes excruciatingly painful for the days spent aimlessly in depression …

So, the last option remains - to take away your pride and make peace. But since after betrayal, the feeling of falling in love unexpectedly intensifies, you want to make up in the most unexpected way. Thinking about a romantic date strategy with candles and handcuffs and running around the shops in search of chic red lingerie and a chocolate heart, you are likely to burn out - time takes its toll. After all, falling in love, like any disease, comes to an end. Therefore, you can collect the glances of passers-by with your chic new dress, give a screaming cat to a lonely girlfriend for her birthday, earn all the department awards in one month, do extreme sports, write a book about matriarchy, pierce your belly button from the inside, go on vacation, in the end, and, of course, start a new romance, which will be much more successful, because now you are a beauty and a bit of a bitch, and more than one man could not resist this cocktail of qualities. So Should we forgive treason?