Category: Intimate. Funny stories from women's lives

Women's stories from real life about the relationship between a man and a woman, as well as other issues that concern the fair half of humanity. Tips and exchange of opinions in the comments under each publication.

If you also have something to tell about this topic, you can absolutely free right now, and also support other authors who find themselves in similar difficult life situations with your advice.

There are 5 people working in one office and one is pregnant, let both her and the child be healthy, though without sarcasm. But the expectant mother is already fed up with everyone. First: don’t wear perfume, okay, toxicosis, we’ll accept it. Second, remove the coffee machine and don’t drink coffee in the office, it will make you sick, eat it in the hallway.

She constantly wants to sleep and, but she doesn’t want to give it away either, since she will receive less. Whenever possible, we help, but now we are busy, so we don’t always have time to do our work, and we stay after work or take work home. To which the pregnant woman is offended and asks to take her part of the work, and when you refuse her, she says: “I’m pregnant, you can’t refuse me.” And the fact that I will sit until one or two in the morning does not interest her. And when I told her that at 23:00 I saw her online on social media. networks and she could take the work home and finish it, then she was offended. She said that she was resting at home. It turns out well - he doesn’t work at work, he rests at home. But you have to eat in the hallway or eat foods that don’t smell to her.

A year later, it turns out that the girl who was taken from the orphanage is mentally ill. She drank a lot of blood, and threw her fists at her adoptive mother if she didn’t give her cigarettes (or later, a bottle). Even when they learned that their adopted daughter was sick, they did not abandon her; they enrolled her in a special school, because They didn’t take it to the regular one.

It has always been difficult for me to get along with people. Back at school, I always stood on the sidelines while my classmates whispered, giggled and shot their eyes at the boys. I was simply not interested in maintaining these conversations about anything, and my pride did not allow it to be imposed.

The same thing continued when I entered university. There were the same girls here who looked at my not-too-fashionable sweaters and not-too-short skirts with contemptuous and condescending glances and walked past. The guys also didn’t notice me point-blank, flirting with all their might with my classmates - bright, fashionable and lively.

At first I tried to convince myself that none of this bothered me. But how I sometimes wanted to turn the situation around, to let everyone know that I’m not such a gray mouse, that it’s interesting to talk to me! Several timid attempts to get closer to my classmates ended in nothing - simply no one heard my quiet remarks, I stood nearby like a poor relative, and quietly walked away, burning with shame.

HARD CASE

Lyudochka Samoilova reigned at the university.

For women who neglect caution and common sense in an effort to dramatically change their lives, fate often cruelly takes revenge for their disobedience. At one time, I threw myself into the pool headlong, for which I ended up paying, having experienced a lot of adversity.

For a long time, everything in my life was normal and predictable. After school, she completed typist courses and got a job as a secretary in one of the offices. In my free time, I met with friends, went to the movies, and went dancing. There I met my future husband. Sergei worked at a factory, he was good looking, and his character suited me quite well. When he and I decided to get married, his parents decided to leave for the village and left us an apartment. And then everything went as usual: a daughter was born, we started saving for a car, went out into nature on weekends, and spent our holidays in the countryside. We looked after the garden, went for mushrooms, swam in the river. And everything would be fine, but some kind of anxiety was gnawing at me, and every now and then the thought crept in: is this really how my whole life will go? I was bored, dissatisfied, dreaming of something unrealistic. I understand now that I was simply toiling without love, and then everything seemed gray and hopeless. At work, the girls talked about dating

When one day my husband Igor quoted Gogol’s “Dead Souls” to me and called me Plyushkina, I was terribly offended. He said that I was “bringing all the junk into the house.” And our house, they say, is not made of rubber at all. But this is shameless slander! I only bring the things I need into the house!

And it all started because of a mere trifle: he decided to get his fishing gear from the mezzanine, and when he opened the door, a voluminous package with things that I had recently bought and had not yet managed to determine a place for them fell right on his head. Among the various rags in the same bag was a new stainless steel saucepan.

A week before, on Sunday, when we had guests, our three-year-old Maxim spilled cocoa on my lap—the end of my favorite dress. I had to urgently console myself with something: Galina and I went to the shopping center. In the end, I bought a frilly skirt, four tops in different colors, two pairs of trousers and a stunning dress in the very fashionable color lilac. While spinning home, I sat in front of the closet for half an hour, thinking: where should I put all this? We had to temporarily send him to the mezzanine. Our closet is kind of small, we need to buy a new one.

CREATIVE PERSONALITIES

Who is not familiar with the situation: your beloved man leaves you, you suffer and suffer for a long time. And many years later, having accidentally met your ex-lover, you wonder: why was I so obsessed with this man?

Our romance with Denis can be compared to a roller coaster - ups and downs. We quarreled violently, made up no less violently, parted “forever,” and then met again, unable to bear the separation. But, apparently, at some point he got tired of these passions, and he decided to settle down to a quiet haven. And after our next quarrel, he didn’t call again. And I waited, hoped - well, how? After all, we were created for each other, and the degree of our closeness is such that it cannot be higher. Finally I couldn’t stand it and called him myself.

“I recently got married,” I heard such a familiar voice on the phone.

Yes, Nadya. Our relationship with you has reached a dead end. And I didn’t want my family to become a battleground.

However, he is worried not so much about my fading face as about the imperfection of my figure. “Honey, at your age you need to take more care of your body” - I hear this several times a day. The husband is not only younger, he is also a fitness trainer in one of the most fashionable city clubs. This is my life.

MOTHER-GRANDMOTHER

I wanted to write “but it all started so beautifully,” then I realized that this was not true, it all didn’t start very beautifully. Can you tell us a few words about yourself?

Real stories from the lives of women blog readers about domestic tyranny. Your stories are accepted for this section! How did you meet your tyrant husband, how did the relationship develop, what feelings and thoughts bothered you, and of course, how did you manage to get rid of the tyrant and recover from painful dependence on him? Read, discuss, consult, exchange experiences!

Some women, disappointed in domestic suitors and experiencing financial difficulties, see salvation in marrying a foreigner, believing that the men there are different and there are more opportunities. But, instead of a heavenly life, they often fall into the arms of a domestic tyrant. Marina shared...

Using this life story as an example, one can trace a fairly typical pattern of how a woman finds herself in a situation of domestic violence and what happens to her next. Here you can see all the mistakes made by women who become victims of a domestic tyrant and remain in destructive relationships. After the story we...

A woman asks you to help her decide on a divorce. She describes a terrible life with a tyrant husband who abuses her, but something prevents her from filing for divorce... This happens often. No matter how terrible our situation is, we are prevented from deciding to change it...

Svetlana asked a question that many women ask when they are not satisfied with a relationship and it seems (or does not seem) that something is wrong with a man: is he a tyrant or not? Often a woman really needs to get an answer to this question in order to stop having illusions about...

The heroine of this story put the question in the title: how was I able to deceive myself? She managed to find and analyze her mistakes and successfully get out of a destructive relationship with a domestic tyrant. I highly recommend reading her experience to anyone who is in the same situation, trying to get rid of...

I have long wanted to write about my friend. But somehow the puzzles in my head just don’t fit.

Probably not enough for a single post.

There are people who are mysteries. I happened to meet one of these about 25 years ago. The victim in the criminal case was a music teacher. Thin, agile. Like mercury, she immediately became comfortable in my office, warned me that she had trouble hearing, and showed me a hearing aid.

From that day our many years of communication began. You don't meet interesting people every day. And she was one of those.

Here's her story. I can’t ask permission, because the woman is no longer there.

At the age of 5, Tamara (that’s her real name) became almost deaf. This happened after the flu. The most offensive thing for her was that the children refused to play with her and began to tease her.
Then my father bought a piano and hired a visiting music teacher. Then I somehow managed to get accepted into a music school.

Her family life was unsuccessful. Soon after the birth of her daughter, she and her husband had to separate. She said about this period that she slept constantly. I understood that this was not normal, but I couldn’t help myself.

One day, while cleaning the apartment, I found packs of sleeping pills and several already empty packs. Here the secret of her hibernation was revealed.

Then there was a long conversation with my husband, a difficult separation for both. And misunderstanding on the part of the mother. The cool relationship between them remained throughout their lives. I remember this proud beautiful woman - a Bank employee. She managed to outlive her youngest daughter.

The reason why Tamara sought protection was common for single women.
A gentleman was found, he surrounded her with attention and care, and began to enter her apartment. But the good things didn't last long.

He turned out to be a jealous and cruel person. Demanded a report on any matter. The showdown ended in torture - he put out cigarettes on her, poked her with a sharp object, and did not let her go to work. This took a long time.

Tamara wrote to the district police officer, tried to free her apartment from the tenant, underwent forensic examinations, and hid them through friends.

By the time the criminal case was initiated, there was a lot of evidence. Therefore, it was possible to assign the gentleman to a colony for three years.

He turned out to be affectionate. Letters were sent from the colony, first about love and asking for forgiveness, then with threats and promises to bring the matter to an end.

These three years flew by quickly.

One spring day we were sitting near the piano in her room (I was taking lessons from her at the time) when they started knocking on the door. I immediately realized from Tamara’s face who was standing behind the door.

This was our carer. He quickly got wound up because they wouldn’t open it, screamed, and kicked the door. We were afraid that the door would not hold and jumped out through the open window.

It is clear that she and the child needed to wait somewhere temporarily so that the carer would calm down and stop pursuing her.

I offered my apartment. My husband had died by then. The children didn't mind. And Tamara settled with her daughter in one of our rooms.

These couple of months have not been easy for me. By nature I am a home person, I like things to be calm and measured. And then you feel like the wind has burst into your life.

Tamara cared about everything. She was constantly running somewhere, helping someone, repairing something, knitting, composing. Somehow she casually took an interest in her daughter’s affairs and ran away again.

And one day she announced that she was ready to return home, that she had met a young guy. He returned from the Army, knows about her problems and offered his protection. As a friend. No more.

This friend turned out to be a little older than my son. Silent, sedate, laconic, he kept to himself. Almost like in the "ice and fire" poems.

Several times I saw these completely different people next to each other. Thin, dark-haired Tamara, ready to take off at any moment, conducted the conversation. She needed time to understand what they were talking about. Helping and teaching was her mission.

Andrei carefully peered into her face, spoke loudly and articulately, not paying attention to those around her. He clearly felt like a senior, although the difference in their ages was at least 10 years. Maybe more.

To be continued.

When I was 17 years old, I went to visit my grandmother in a village that was located in Ukraine on the outskirts of Kharkov. Back then, when I was still at school, I often went there to take a walk, chat with my old friends and acquaintances, meet relatives, and just to take a break from city life. There, if you go by car or motorcycle, there is the Seversky Donets River and a huge forest nearby. I loved that place very much and often vacationed there until I entered university, got married and moved to Russia. I'll start with some background. When my aunt was about my age, she met a guy there - Misha. Their relationship was developing well and they had already begun to talk about marriage, when suddenly everything changed spontaneously. They just both cooled down towards each other and that’s where their relationship ended. Although they remained friends and still communicate after all these years. About 5 years later, he had a son, Kirill (Kirya, that’s what I call him), whom I’ll tell you about later. And that's where we finish the prehistory. So, I’ll continue where I started this fascinating story))). I got together with my girlfriends there to go to a local club at a disco, dance, drink, unwind and so on, well, in general it’s clear... but so far without any vulgar subtext!!!)))) That’s where I met this Kirill and his girlfriend Alina, who turned out to be my best friend’s cousin. At that time, Kira was 19. Having gotten to know each other a little better, after hanging out in the same company for a couple of weeks, he and I realized that we were old acquaintances and maybe even friends. It turns out that a very long time ago, when we were still children: I was probably 6 years old then, and he was two years older... and in the next 5 years we often went to the forest in this village for night picnics around the fire. And by the way, I was there with my aunt and her fiance, and he was with his father, Uncle Misha, and his mother. I remembered something similar, but I didn’t know that it was this particular Kirill))) We started communicating well and, out of old friendship, he offered to introduce me to his best friend, who just needed to be consoled after another breakup with girl. I didn’t mind, because at that time I was lonely and I finally wanted a guy for myself. The next day, Kirya introduced me to Igor (18 years old) and his older brother Denis (20 years old). We talked, liked each other, and it seemed like something was happening between us. About a week later, we decided to go together (Me, Igor, Denis, Kirill and Alina) to “check in” with Kira, so to speak, have a drink, watch movies. First we went to the river to swim, fried sausages and vegetables over a fire, then we stopped at a store on the way home, bought some alcohol and drove off to our destination. Upon arrival, we sat and talked and it was already getting close to bed, and the body was getting close to bed. Alina fell asleep halfway through the film. The boys and I are left, Igor and I are already kissing, passion, emotions and all that)). We sat, laughed, and Kirya and my boyfriend went out to smoke while Denis went to the restroom. But he quickly returned from there and sat down with me. we looked at each other... a spark flashed and we started kissing. I liked it and was ashamed of myself at the same time. Suddenly the “smokers” come in and I try to push Den away, but he presses me even more. In the end, Igor said that he was not offended because he had made peace with his girlfriend, so there was nothing wrong with what happened. Denis and I went to the bedroom and just went to bed. Now he was my boyfriend. At night, when I thought everyone was asleep, I went outside to drink water and smoke. I made myself some coffee, took a cigarette from Dan while he was sleeping and went around the corner of the house. I smoke... I don’t touch anyone... nothing foretells trouble or the appearance of people. Kirill approaches me from around the corner. I was taken aback. He takes the cigarette from me, draws, then pulls me towards him and exhales smoke into my mouth (gypsy kiss). I look up, and he is still holding me next to him. We started kissing like I had never kissed anyone before. he said that he had long wanted to do this, but there was no suitable opportunity. We went to drink my coffee in the gazebo near the house in his yard. We are sitting. He puts my legs on his and climbs into my panties, at the same time kisses my neck and collarbones, then moves to my lips, we begin to kiss passionately. He takes out his dick. I understand what he wants. And this, one might say, is my first time. “You can say”,. because the first time with my ex, nothing really worked out (he made me not a virgin, twitched for a minute and he fell, impotent). I give Kirill a blowjob. Then I sit on top of him and we start fucking right in the gazebo, slowly at first, gradually speeding up almost to the point of losing our pulse. At the moment when he AHHHHHHH “loves” me on the table, Alina goes out onto the street. She woke up from the noise. I was moaning SO loudly that the dogs started howling, if only someone wouldn’t wake up. She didn’t immediately understand what was going on. She didn’t even suspect who I was there with, because it was still dark. But Kirya didn’t stop, he just entered me stronger and deeper each time. We both liked it. Alina stood there and went into the house, saying “I won’t disturb you”... she still thought that I was with Igor... she didn’t know how life changes while she sleeps)))). At that moment, Kirill, with a sharp movement, turns me over on my stomach on the table and continues to fuck me like a bitch))) Then he came inside me. Twice! Because he didn't want to stop it at all. Fortunately, I took contraceptive COCs for medicinal purposes. We sat in the gazebo for a little while longer, hoping that Alya would go to bed and finally decided to go into the house... she sat and cried. She realized that I was with Kirya when she didn’t find HIM, but found Igor and Den in the house. But nothing could be returned and I didn’t regret what happened at all. Alina and Kirill broke up after dating for almost 2 years. Now Kirei and I had great sex every day of the rest that I spent there until the beginning of September. We fucked the same way as the first time, everywhere it was possible... and where we couldn’t, too.))) Then I left and came back next year. He was dating some girl again. And this happened every year. History repeated itself as soon as I arrived there. I’m not at all ashamed that I took him away from the girls 5 times. But I fucked him enough)))