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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...

Everyone has moments in life when difficulties overcome them, and their hands seem about to give up... The stories of these amazingly strong-willed people will help many of us understand that we can cope with any situation and under any life circumstances, the main thing is to believe in yourself and to your strengths!

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The history of the creation of an amateur series about the morals and customs of the African country of Ghana and the position of women in society. Even if you are a doctor of science or, by chance, the owner of your own business, this does not matter to an African man. You are a woman, which means you should not have a personal opinion, as well as desires.

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Timur Belkin is a professional photographer, creates websites, develops the public “Other Odessa”, in which he covers informal events of the seaside city, and conducts performances as part of the authentic La Briar theater. But today we are going to talk about the features of hitchhiking in our country.

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We are the “fast food generation”. With us, everything is quick, in a hurry: instant pictures, short SMS, express trips... A crazy kaleidoscope of events behind which the essence is not visible... Why are we in such a hurry to live? This question was asked to the heroine of the story by an old antique dealer. And the search for an answer helped the girl find her calling and taught her to value time.

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On the International Day of the Girl, which is celebrated today all over the world in support of equal rights, I would like to remind you of such an important, integral (albeit sometimes hated) part of our lives as education. To get an education, for example, in Afghanistan, girls literally risk their lives...

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How to get into winter in summer, cause rain on a sunny morning and curb the wind? Why is filming never dependent on the weather forecast and how long does it take to place a lime in a block of ice? In the kingdom of the Snow Queen they know the answers, find out too.

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She looks better than the flowers on the dress. With a warm look, a caramel smile. There is a confident calm next to her. She says Vajra, and I want to listen to her. She says awareness, and this needs to be written down. And read it. After all, this is yoga. And something else.

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“You need to live the dream and think about it. It needs to be allowed to grow stronger so that it does not shrink before public opinion and criticism. To know that it is unique only because it originates from love. From the love of photography.” We talk about the dream of becoming a photographer.

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What kind of business becomes profitable, how to survive frustration, build your own reality and want to get married correctly. The story is told by a girl from the list of Top 100 entrepreneurs in Europe, who worked at Google and Cisco in Silicon Valley and attracted $3 million in investment for her startup.

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Pole dance is the toughest type of dancing, which requires not just coordination and flexibility, but remarkable strength in the arms, abs and other muscles. Acrobatics. Stretch marks. Soldier's work. Expander in hands. And love. Because how can you endure all this if you don’t love this activity?

10th place: The neighbors have a shepherd dog on a chain; they themselves went to work. I hear a roar and curses from their side, I look out the window, and there is some guy in black trying to enter the gate. The dog furiously digs gravel, throwing stones at the thief. If he closes the gate, the shepherd doesn’t dig, he waits and barks like, “What, did you piss?” The gate will open - again shelling with gravel. He left ten minutes later, holding his eye. Armed guards, huh))

9th place: How I caught crayfish. Previously, I didn’t perceive crayfish at all, let alone try them. One day, somewhere, my wife bought some crayfish. She prepared it and taught them how to eat properly. I liked it very much.
An acquaintance once invited us to relax in nature with company. Eat crayfish, go fishing. Back then I had a vague idea of catching crayfish using some kind of net with rotten meat. Never mind: we took the tents, loaded everything we needed into the cars and hit the road. We arrived at a warm canal coming from the state district power station. Slavka, our friend, takes out his scuba gear. “No shit, cool! - I thought. He puts on his scuba gear, explains and shows everything in detail along the way, puts on ordinary cloth household gloves, takes a mesh bag with a thin neck and, leisurely, smoothly plunges into the canal. We didn’t record the time, but it wasn’t there for about 10 minutes. Small bubbles appeared only in some places. Using them, we tracked his movements and the place where we then had to help him get ashore. And then a diver appears. We help him get out; in his hands he has a net with almost a bucket of crayfish. We remove all the ammunition from him, and Slava turns to me:
- Now go ahead.
- In terms of. I?
- No piss, everything is adjusted, there is still plenty of air, which is not clear, I’ll explain.
I'm a good swimmer. I have known fins, a mask and a snorkel for a long time; I can stay under water for a long time, but this was the first time I had seen scuba gear so close. Here I draw your attention to the fact that my girls, and all the guests, look at me as if I were a Submariner Hero who is now scheduled to perform a feat. There’s no way to shit yourself at this moment, so, trying to look confident and brave, I give the command:
- Let's! Get dressed!
Here's a small digression. I didn’t look like a handsome jock, but rather athletic. And also: Slavka knew that I loved all sorts of experiments, adventures and welcomed something new and unusual. The rest of the company absolutely didn’t give a fuck: everyone was waiting for us to finally set up camp and open the canister of alcohol. Therefore, there weren’t really any candidates.
While they were hanging all this underwater equipment on me, for some reason nursery rhymes and phrases flashed through my head: “I’m not a coward, but I’m afraid,” “Why did I stand against the wall? My knees are shaking,” etc. When everything was ready, I asked:
- Slav, how do you catch these, what are they, crayfish there?
“It’s simple: you look for a hole on the walls of the canal, stick your hand in there. As soon as you feel that the crustacean has grabbed your finger, you grab it and gently, otherwise the paw will come off, you pull it out into your bag. Then you look for another hole.
- Should I stick my hand far?
- Well, sometimes up to the elbow, even more.
Nihyasse! I thought they should fit into the bag themselves. I won’t describe the diving process, but when I found myself under water, I was pleasantly surprised. It turned out to be noticeably more difficult to breathe, but after a few breaths I got used to it. The heavy scuba gear did not press me to the bottom, but balanced my position under water. I felt like I was in space. So, why am I here? Another mesh bag in his hand. Ah, crayfish! Swam out to look for holes. It turned out that there is no need to look for them - there are tons of them there! I swim up to the first one, a few seconds of moral preparation. I’m still a little nervous, but, overcoming my fear, I begin to slowly put my hand into the hole. Oh fuck! It's scary, it's creepy! What if it’s not a crustacean, but some kind of monster? The hand is in the hole almost up to the elbow. Suddenly I feel something trying to cling to the glove. That's it, fucked up. In my head there are excerpts from horror films, as I take out from a hole a bitten off bloody hand with torn edges, with white bones sticking out. I'm trying to remember the prayer. Suddenly something specifically grabs my gloved finger. Frames from a uselessly lived life begin to flash before your eyes, and somewhere behind you, bubbles begin to actively appear, but there is no scuba gear there. Probably the brain turned off and transferred all powers to the ass. Gurgling with bubbles, the ass quickly and clearly gave the order: “Now quickly grab him and carefully pull him out.” I unquestioningly carry out the order and in my hands, already in front of the mask, a quite acceptable cancer is floundering. I put it in my bag and this is where my brain connects again. I almost shouted into my scuba gear: “Hurray! I did it! And it wasn’t scary at all! " I pulled out the second crayfish, although with some effort, more confidently. Then it went like seeds. Having caught about 30, I surfaced, pulled out my mouthpiece and, boasting, yelled:
- Look how much I've already caught! Are you weak?
I demonstratively pull the mesh bag out of the water. On the shore, almost everyone starts laughing, and Slava asked:
- Why, you fool, didn’t you clutch your bag with your hand?
I look at the bag, and there is a lonely crustacean sitting! How? In response to my excuses, there was even more laughter. Someone, on the contrary, calmed me down and encouraged me. Through general laughter, Slava explained to me that crayfish are only so slow and clumsy on land, but in water they can give fish a head start, squeezing into any hole. So they got fucked through an unclamped bag. I was a little tired, but resentment and frustration forced me to wipe my mask and dive in again. I was now squeezing the bag, or rather its neck, under water with all my anger. He pulled crayfish out of their holes mercilessly, like fascists from bunkers. But strength takes its toll, and I’m always good with my head (I kept an eye on the pressure gauge from time to time). When they helped me get ashore, there were 18 good crayfish in the bag, and there was only 5 minutes left in the air tanks. To the question, like, how’s it going? He answered confidently:
- Yes, it’s all bullshit. I immediately caught a lot of them, I just messed around with the bag a little. And so - everything was very interesting, not even scary at all.
No one paid any attention to his hands, which were a little shaking from adrenaline.
Already in another place, on the lake, they set up camp. I have never eaten so many crayfish in my life. To taste, the shrimp are rested. There were also crayfish in the lake, but I didn’t catch them there anymore, others caught them in simpler ways, but there was no shortage of crayfish, they even brought a lot home, and they caught good fish.
And my wife and I went to that channel more than once. Believe it or not, I dived only in a mask and fins, and threw the caught crayfish to the shore, where my wife picked them up. We collected about half a bucket (small). I still remember these fishing trips with delight.
PS. true to the smallest detail and now I know exactly where the crayfish spend the winter.

8th place: All my life I was chasing one girl, but everything was unsuccessful. Once I was walking down the street, there was snow everywhere, and I saw a stray cat meowing from the cold. And I wasn’t the only one who approached her, there was another sweet girl who also felt sorry for her. More than 10 years have passed, we live together, and also with us)

7th place: It’s funny, but it turns out that trainers (as well as fans of paintball and similar games) outperform trained warriors who have passed through hot spots almost dry - they simply don’t have the instinct of self-preservation; no experienced person can run out into the crowd and unload a machine gun into it . He would rather hide in a ditch and shoot in the direction of the enemy, occasionally peeking out to adjust the fire and emptying the magazine over and over again, because he has already been firmly forbidden to get in front of bullets.

6th place: On the way home, my dog was distracted by something to the side, but his step did not slow down. I look at him and wonder if he will notice the parked car. Bang, the dog hits her and the alarm goes off. Before I have time to smile at his inattention, I loudly crash into a pole. While I’m sitting on my butt, holding on to my iron friend, and counting stars before my eyes, the owner of the car chuckles loudly on the first floor balcony. Then he asked him to pick up the last cigarette from the ground, otherwise it had already fallen out.

5th place: My friends and I took metal detectors and looked for treasure in the village. We didn’t find anything interesting and returned to our site, where the owner allowed us to dig on the condition that we cleaned everything up. There are only signals of nails throughout the entire area. I didn’t want to give up, so I decided to take a drop at random. I chose a random place, dug for a long time, there was nothing but nails, and, already in despair, I came across something solid. I pulled it out and it turned out that it was a broken, ugly box. They opened it. There was nothing there except a piece of paper with the inscription “Whoever finds it is a fool.” The owner said that the site appeared under Peter I. Thus, a new exhibit appeared in the nearest historical museum)

4th place: My husband and my eldest daughter flew off to rest, and I and my younger daughters moved in with my parents for a while. In the evening, my daughter shows me on Skype how they are having dinner together in a cafe. Suddenly my dad sharpens and says: “Granddaughter, take the tablet to that aunt who laughs loudly.”
Malaya hands her aunt a tablet, and here is the following dialogue:
- Luda, are you on sick leave?
- Sergei Petrovich?! How did you find me?
My dad is the dean of the faculty, and this woman took sick leave for a week and went off on vacation with her husband. For 2000 km...

3rd place: I came to the bank to close all cards and accounts. The girl in the window first talked about their special offers, then began to interrogate why I was refusing, because they were so wonderful, and so on. To which I leaned closer to her and said in a conspiratorial tone that God ordered me to do so. For some reason, I didn’t receive any more offers from her, and the process of closing cards and accounts went faster.

2nd place: An acquaintance once gave his 10-year-old daughter a raccoon for the day. There is such a service, they bring you a raccoon, it destroys your entire home, rinses your cell phone, gnaws a hole in your sneakers and disassembles your laptop. Along the way, it scratches everyone. In general, the raccoon thinks that this is his holiday, and he was brought to play with new people. The kids like it. Children generally like it when someone is crazier than them. In the evening, the contented raccoon is taken away, you exhale and understand what real happiness is.

1 place:, which does not exist. Today. My wife got sick with the flu. But now this disease is outside our reach. No doctor can make such a diagnosis. Now we must first of all carry out a biological analysis for viruses, hell knows where and how, in order to write wheezing in the epicrisis. But the minister reports on the success of vaccination. See how the incidence rate has dropped! It’s not for nothing that they spent billions on vaccines... And in our case, 2 weeks of a serious condition of “non-flu” led to complications in the lungs - pneumonia. It turned out that pneumonia is also out now. The squelching and hissing in the lungs, audible even to the naked ear, cannot be heard point-blank by emergency doctors. All is clear. The main thing is not to write out a referral to the hospital for hospitalization, otherwise the question will come up - what kind of ARVI led to complications on the lungs. No, the fight is for indicators, and the sick go to drink tea with lemon if they survive. We were saved by an elderly general practitioner who prescribed the necessary courses of antibiotics for pneumonia, which is not available, and antiviral drugs for influenza, which our Ministry of Health also does not have. We're lucky.
Yesterday.
I remembered from my childhood.
In the entire region we had only one medical center, staffed by an elderly general practitioner and his wife, a paramedic, an obstetrician, a speech therapist, a pediatrician and much more. There was also a “hospital” in the form of two beds, on whose periodic residents the doctor carried out his medical manipulations. So I, as a child, lay there, recovering from an operation to remove my tonsils. There was such a fad then. Here I am lying, and grandpa comes to the doctor, who is bandaging a lumberjack wounded by a saw. Give him, he tells the doctor, some kind of heart pill, he’s tormented by tachycardia. Tachycardia, says the doctor, yes, you are our specialist, but why are you so pale, gloomy, have you been drinking or what? No, says grandfather, I’m not getting enough sleep. For some reason I’m tired, I’m probably having a heart attack.
Yes, the doctor says, a heart attack is a serious matter, let’s measure the pressure. He tried it on, grunted, but what kind of poop do you have, he asks? What are you doing, the grandfather replies, can I see them in the hole toilet? Don’t be ridiculous, Mikhalych (that’s what he called the doctor. In fact, Moiseevich, but who would remember such a middle name in the Siberian wilderness).
The doctor kicked me out of bed, put my grandfather down, felt his stomach and said: you, grandfather, now go home, wash, pack your suitcase and tomorrow morning you will go to the district, to the hospital, lie there, get treatment. I'll give you the directions in the evening. Grandfather left. And the doctor, having finished the dressing, began to call the regional hospital in the district - the patient says I have severe cancer of the small intestine and some tricky words. His heart is such a cancer - I was already sweating from fear. Yes, says Moiseevich. Hemoglobin is low on the skin, it hurts in a certain place, which means there is blood loss, fatigue, pressure, and this is not the first time I have had this. I can already smell what someone is sick with. Why are you whining? Yes, this is my own grandfather, I say. Oh, here it is, well, don’t be afraid ahead of time. Maybe it will get better. The doctor was right, the diagnosis was

Have you heard the tale of the Crane and the Heron? We can say that this story was copied from us. When one wanted, the other refused, and vice versa...

Real life story

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” I said into the phone to end the conversation, which lasted more than two hours.

One would think that we are talking about a meeting. Moreover, in a place well known to both of us. But that was not the case. We were just agreeing on... the next call. And everything looked exactly the same for several months. Then I called Polina for the first time in the last four years. And I pretended that I was just calling to see how she was doing, but in reality I wanted to renew the relationship.

I met her shortly before graduating from school. We were both in relationships at the time, but there was a real spark between us. However, only a month after we met, we separated from our partners. However, we were in no hurry to get closer. Because on the one hand we were attracted to something in each other, but on the other hand, something constantly got in the way. It was as if we were afraid that our relationship would be dangerous. Eventually, after a year of mutual exploration of each other, we became a couple. And if before that time our relationship developed very slowly, then since we got together everything has started to spin at a very fast pace. A period of strong mutual attraction and dizzying emotions began. We felt like we couldn't exist without each other. And then... we broke up.

Without any clarification. Simply, one fine day we did not agree on the next meeting. And then neither of us called the other for a week, expecting this action from the other side. At some point I even wanted to do this... But then I was young and green, and did not think of doing this - I just took offense at Polina for the fact that she so easily abandoned our reverent relationship. So I decided that it was not worth imposing on her. I knew that I was thinking and acting stupidly. But then I could not calmly analyze what happened. Only after some time did I begin to really understand the situation. Gradually I realized the stupidity of my action.

I think we both felt like we were a good fit for each other and just started to fear what might happen next to our “great love.” We were very young, we wanted to gain a lot of experience in love affairs, and most importantly, we felt unprepared for a serious, stable relationship. Most likely, we both wanted to “freeze” our love for several years, and “unfreeze” it one day, at one fine moment, when we feel that we are ripe for it. But, unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. After breaking up, we didn’t completely lose touch - we had many mutual friends, we went to the same places. So from time to time we bumped into each other, and these were not the best moments.

I don’t know why, but each of us considered it our duty to send the other a caustic, sarcastic remark, as if accusing us of what had happened. I even decided to do something about it and offered to meet to discuss “complaints and grievances.” Polina agreed, but... did not come to the appointed place. And when we met by chance, two months later, she began to stupidly explain why she then made me stand pointlessly in the wind, and then did not even call. Then she again asked me for a meeting, but again she did not show up.

The beginning of a new life...

From then on, I began to consciously avoid places where I could accidentally meet her. So we haven't seen each other for several years. I heard some rumors about Polina - I heard that she was dating someone, that she left the country for a year, but then returned and started living with her parents again. I tried to ignore this information and live my own life. I had two novels that seemed quite serious, but in the end nothing came of them. And then I thought: I’ll talk to Polina. I couldn’t imagine what went through my head then! Although no, I know. I missed her... I really, really missed her...

She was surprised by my phone call, but also delighted. We talked then for several hours. Exactly the same the next day. And the next one. It's hard to say what we discussed for so long. In general, everything is about a little and a little about everything. There was only one topic we tried to avoid. This topic was ourselves...

It looked as if, despite the years that had passed, we were afraid to be honest. However, one fine day Polina said:

– Listen, maybe we can finally decide on something?

“No, thank you,” I answered immediately. “I don’t want to disappoint you again.”

There was silence on the line.

“If you are afraid that I will not come, then you can come to me,” she finally said.

“Yeah, and you’ll tell your parents to kick me out,” I snorted.

- Rostik, stop it! — Polina began to get nervous. “Everything was so good, and you’re ruining everything again.”

- Again! – I was seriously indignant. - Or maybe you can tell me what I did?

– Most likely something you can’t do. You won't call me for several months.

“But you will call me every day,” I imitated her voice.

– Don’t turn things upside down! – Polina shouted, and I sighed heavily.

“I don’t want to be left with nothing again.” If you want to see me, then come to me yourself,” I told her. – I’ll wait for you in the evening at eight o’clock. I hope you come...

“Whatever,” Polina hung up.

New circumstances...

For the first time since we started calling each other, we had to say goodbye in anger. And most importantly, now I had no idea whether she would call me again or come to me? Polina’s words could be interpreted as either an agreement to come or a refusal. However, I was waiting for her. I cleaned my studio apartment, which I didn’t do very often. I cooked dinner, bought wine and flowers. And he finished reading the story: "". Every minute of waiting made me even more nervous. I even wanted to give up my rude behavior and intransigence regarding the meeting.

At fifteen minutes past eight I began to wonder whether I should go to Polina? I didn’t go only because she could have come to me at any moment and we would have missed each other. At nine o'clock I gave up hope. I angrily started dialing her number to tell her everything I thought about her. But he didn’t finish the job and pressed “End”. Then I wanted to call again, but I thought to myself that she might view this call as a sign of my weakness. I didn’t want Polina to know how worried I was about her not coming, and how painfully her indifference hurt me. I decided to spare her such pleasure.

I went to bed only at 12 o’clock at night, but I couldn’t sleep for a long time because I kept thinking about this situation. On average, I changed my point of view every five minutes. At first I thought that only I was to blame, because if I had not been stubborn like a donkey and came to her, then our relationship would have improved and we would have been happy. After a while, I began to reproach myself for such naive thoughts. After all, she would have kicked me out anyway! And the more I thought that way, the more I believed it. When I was almost asleep... the intercom rang.

At first I thought it was some kind of mistake or a joke. But the intercom kept ringing persistently. Then I had to stand up and answer:

- Two o'clock in the morning! – he barked angrily into the phone.

I don't even have to say how surprised I was. And how! With a trembling hand, I pressed the button to open the door to the entrance. What will be next?

After a long two minutes I heard the call. He opened the door... and saw Polina sitting in a wheelchair, accompanied by two orderlies. She had a cast on her right leg and right arm. Before I could ask what happened, one of the men said:

“The girl discharged herself of her own free will and insisted that we bring her here.” Her entire future life apparently depends on this.

I didn't ask anything else. The orderlies helped Polina sit on the large sofa in the living room and quickly left. I sat down opposite her and looked at her in surprise for a whole minute.

There was complete silence in the room.

“I’m glad you came,” I said, and Polina smiled.

“I always wanted to come,” she answered. – Do you remember the first time we agreed to meet, but I didn’t show up? Then my grandmother died. The second time my dad had a heart attack. It seems incredible, but it's still true. As if someone didn't want us...

“But now, I see, you didn’t pay attention to the obstacles,” I smiled.

“It happened a week ago,” Polina pointed to the plaster. – Slipped on the icy sidewalk. I thought we'd meet when I got better... but I thought I just needed to make a little effort. I was worried about you...
I didn't answer and just kissed her.