Now it is fashionable to call love and care "manipulation". Divorced type-psychologists and other pseudo-scientific figurines of the same type of sociology.

and UGU-UGU I also fell into this Stockholm syndrome for 2 years. In those two years I learned that no matter what I did, I could never please.
For example, I need to work in the garden. This is our common garden. But to live in a house around which garden I have no right, because it is her home and I should not interfere with her.

My mom doesn’t even tell me she needs help. It throws the abstract "should be done". And here are two options: if you do, then "that you lie down, I didn’t ask" and if you don’t "t do, you don’t help". No thank you.

Manipulation is a psychological influence on someone in order to arouse intentions that do not coincide with his real existing desires, goals.

You don’t need to be a psychologist to compare the description of a person’s behavior and the description of a concept. I hope they will love you too.

You know, the wife today is - tomorrow is not, today is one - tomorrow is another. She is alone from birth and for the rest of her life. Love, value and care for parents, closer to them you have no one and will not.

Is my husband closer to me? And my mom who manipulates me doesn’t impress me. Yes, I change my mother into a husband and children who respect and value me.
Once again. What to do to children whose single mother beat, insulted, raped? Should they also send a wife to us at every shooting of a mummy-abuser?

If your husband/wife means more than your parents – yes, weird, if not more rough.

Some buy an apartment to my mother. Others do not allow their mother to drive her wife out of the apartment. Everyone chooses their own. My husband means more to me. In five years, he became closer to me than my mother at 25. This is the fucking truth. And what, by the way, would you advise the children about whom bulls tucked in childhood? Love your mom or dad?

I have a boyfriend-neighbor, well, a clean goop with all the attributes. In the evenings, I often see him in the company of such guys with a steady bottle of beer and a sludge carrying from the columns of an old phone. This year he finished 11th grade, and according to the convictions of all the neighbors had to start his way on the "curved" path.

And here, I sit as an assistant in the university’s Admissions Committee. All as usual, the nervous girls running out with the "roads" of the body after the entrance exam, the baby boys with their moms, well, and just former schoolchildren.

My neighbor comes into the office. In a suit with carefully drawn arrows on the pants and a thick folder in the hands. I barely drink tea. During the interview, he was polite and talented. In the thick folder there is an impressive portfolio, in the certificate - one three. by chemistry. Balls – more than enough!

After the entrance exam, I run away to smoke, and I catch him on the doorstep:

Tyler is you? I did not recognize you!

“Yes, I,” replied the man, consuming the cigarettes, “what do you think I will do?”

“With your scores and interview, I’m almost 100% sure. I smile

He smoked and smiled:

And then it all goes, EPT! I drove to the area, visit the pups - and swallowed, I went to the stop.

I stood and smiled. Reverse rebirth has taken place

Well, you, and in normal people, the spouses of their children are considered left-wing people, especially if the marriage was concluded without the consent of the parents. And if there is no marriage, the more left.

Yes Yes Yes. You and yours are not always considered yours. The main thing then is not to discover that of all those who can help you, only these left-wing people remain. By the way, what do you think your grandchildren will suffer if their beloved mom or daddy is not accepted? By my example, I can say no. Therefore, I do not recognize relatives on the part of my daddy. Now they are very excited to talk to their grandchildren.

Danton: The son sits posting in his tweet all kinds of nonsense: waking up (on the fifteenth), breakfast (drinking with chocolate milk, dishes not washed), went on some ancient flash mob and smoking from a hundred dollar bill (Papa in the safe took without permission), playing tanchiki (three hours), ordered pizza (again for money from the safe), went to the toilet (a photo of the legs and a piece of floor is attached), experimented with ice and salt (freezing a piece of skin on his hand, gracefully, how hard it is), tasting cognac (blowing the whole toilet, not removing itself).
Danton: Dad has signed it. He came from work and took action. I’m waiting for a tweet about whether he’s got his ass or not. Could even selfie in the mirror with the trousers lowered to present, the people love the squirrels. As long as there is no... strange.

My colleague and I work in the conference room (there are no other places available) and during the seminars, we have to collect our things and temporarily arrange them who can. And here is the active process: I drag a laptop and mouse to push it into the box with the rest of things, a colleague pins the box through the common hall into the neighboring office, the director, running past, notes the fact: "Bombs run out."

A resident of Pakistan was raped by a council decision.

She had to be "responsible" for her brother, because he insulted a 12-year-old girl.

It was not her, but her brother.

(Bla-Bla-Bla) Oh, of course, we are still those naive romantics – somewhere there, inside. We still hope "the very", "the only", and so on. And so on, but... In order to find a golden pie, you need to sow a few kilograms of empty bread.

You will never find anyone again. If from 15 to 30 years and beyond you carry the burden of insult on the girl who has sewn you; if you spread this insult on that one to all the other women and rejoice evilly when any of these others (who did not do you anything bad at all, but even sad for you) there is some trouble, but rather trouble; if you silently label all women with an empty breed and rush, rush, rush in search of something unknown... that same gold sandstone will fall from you in horror, even close to not allowing. It is better to stay alone forever than to get along with such a "treasure", to listen to his talk about "thanks" and to be afraid to look not so, not so breath, so as not to get harassment and persecution from the "ex-lover". "Relationship and Relationship" Poor offenders who blame anyone for their love failures, but not themselves. In comparison to your 15 years old, uncle, you are still getting scorned, to all your other shortcomings, for which the girls cut off you at 15 years old.

Μicrosoft: Μs we are giving up Paint’s.
Μir: Well, we loved Paint so much!
Αdobe: We are giving up Flash.
Μ and
Αdobe:...

Who are all those people who claim that friendly sex imposes an obligation to be only with that friend/girlfriend? The only obligation in friendly sex is to take care of not infecting a friend/girlfriend and to protect yourself.

The little son came to his father and he asked his father,
How can a minister live on one salary?

Sit comfortably and listen, baby.
A little bit of our budget.

You want boats and houses, millions of money,
We need to manage the pension fund.

Jewelry, bills, huge horms
Everything is available to you with our defense.

If you want a summit, you can build a bridge.
It is not difficult to steal from it.

Don’t forget to share it, it’s very simple.
Otherwise the prosecutor will punish us.

The boy joyfully went and decided the crumb,
There are so many holes in the budget to steal.

This is about poverty. A colleague (girlfriend) gets 40, rents an apartment in half with the same girlfriend, for 30.

by Scuco. Your colleague after paying the housing has more money than I had before. They would be silent, right?

Fuck... the California bombs swear money not for the hood, but to refuel the car!! to

No, I, of course, endorse that in the quotation someone started CITING, not hologramming, but - a slander from Mamulkov's forums?! to

Let everyone bear the nonsense they can take away, and the remnants of my psyche are dear to me as the memory of youth.

ended in the summer.
The summer is 90 days!!! Summer is 13 weekends.

I work as a courier. I sent documents to my partners. Such a solid company, sitting in a three-storey building. I went up to the upper floor – there is the cabinet of the general, which I need (signature to put).



The Secretary says:

He had a meeting and told me not to let anyone go.



And suddenly the door to the reception room opens, but no one enters... However, it was only at first that it seemed to me, and then I realized where to look: near the door stood a healthy red cat. There are rats in the teeth. Without paying any attention to us, he began to cross the door of the director’s office.



In response, the selector heard the same boss's terrible whisper:

and Katya! Who runs there? I told you not to let anyone go!



The Secretary:

– Ivan Sergeevich, this is for you Vasily Ryzhov! A weekly report!

With a warm voice:

Is it Vaska? Let go then.

My name Kashpirovsky is well-known in the CIS. I will say that sometimes it helps, I am remembered in those places where you need to show passes, are favorable to the gentleman. the bodies where those who charged the water for the sessions of my very distant "parent" work.

And then the days I come to one transport company to pick up a package, and a girl manager of 22 years of age tells me - what a famous name you have, you are such a good antivirus wrote...

A new generation, new heroes.

We fought with the city administration for the repair of the roads. They tried to file lawsuits on imposing the duty to carry out repairs. The first trial was won and the other trials were rejected. According to him, it is only the prosecutor's office that can file such lawsuits, and citizens can find another route for movement and circumnavigate the pit.