The Reflector:
I live with a friend for a year, in my apartment (she is coming), for 27 years. Friends get married, relatives get married. I am nothing. Yesterday I sent a friend for a couple of days to my mother and sister in their rental apartment, and I think myself.

Do I need it at all? I do not complain about life myself, before the girls were in excess in general, and here a year already - on a dry patch. And so every day with the same girl, go anywhere - too with her. Go wherever – with her. It became so sad.

Do not marry. Not yet mature.