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Six months ago my fiancee broke up with me that left me really devastated because I just found he had an affair. I went to dating site thinking that I can forget him by using another man. There I met Kostas who immediately did flew to see me. When I first met him I know I didn't really like nor love him. He forced me to have sex but this man really likes me and even want to move with him fast in his country however deep inside I know I am not really sure. I want to know him first but he is heading too fast. I am not physically attracted to him. There are times, we found ourselves arguing, fighting and him pushing me. He gets so mad at times when he doesn't get what he wants. But the good side about Kos is he is really serious being with each other and he was there at times I needed some comfort from my ex and life problems. But after six months, my feelings slowly vanished. I fear no man will be serious about being with me if I let him go.

After 6 months, I met a man named "Mario". At first it was like love at first sight. He is handsome and he has told me to he find me beautiful. We have a good time together like even if we do notsex we are enjoying each others company. We travel together and we eat together. There is no any negativity. All I know is I am happy when I am with him and I know he is happy with me too. The thing that makes me fall to this man is never force to do sex. When I rejected him, he never left and we still have that good conversation. By just hugging him. I feel comfortable and I feel safe. However, he said he hasn't move on yet from even for 2 years from his ex. But he said he really likes me so much. He feels happy around him.

How I non violently silenced a BULLY: PART 1.

So, I can’t remember the quote exactly but the essence is — whatever junk you did to earn their ire, will end up in their books! “ I’m wayyyyy paraphrasing so don’t quote me 💦

& I’m def not referring to slander or gossip…more like a nudge in the direction of “STFU! $hitty stuff you do to other people in life, has consequences.”

Well, I grew up in Toulouse, with my great grandmother from age 4-7 and I loved her her friends loved me my friends loved me I loved them, life was beautiful. She passed, due to sone unfortunately ore planning by my actual parents- whom I never really knew-I fell into the hands of a psychologically imbalanced person and we both fell into poverty.

Coming from another culture another language having been gone schooled and encouraged to forge my own path & now living in constant anxiety bc of my guard tan, well, suffice to say, I was peculiar and poor & for some reason, this did not make me popular. 😂

After a few years of being the school “it girl” for all the wrong reasons- I’m 4th grade, I had attracted attention of a girl who just loved to hate me subsequent to her discovery that I had defined abs (1000 chores & a lean diet will do that 🤷🏻‍♀️) I became her pet project.

My strength is my obliviousness to pettiness bc it does not interest me & for some time, I was literal enough that for the most part her antics just flew right by me and I didn’t care. Eventually she realized subtly was not working AT ALL & became as obnoxious as can be….

I always had a very low threshold for irrational statements. I guess she figured this out snd did her best, & succeeded in getting under my skin. She would do ridiculous things that made no sense & were cruel so the combo was meant to be annoying snd humiliating, and it was. And she delivered this chaos over lunch where I was completely stuck with no exit option.

(continued part 2)