There is such a boy, 25 years old, with 2 towers, in a big city, on a good job, in his apartment, it would seem to live and rejoice! But not! Need and need, stand, forever dissatisfied with something!
Why am I, a 32-year-old single woman with a child and in a rental apartment, always happy with life? And if I’m not happy today, then I’m silent and don’t ruin anyone’s appetite?
And then you complain to Freud.