badly affected my health. One day my husband sat me in a chair and announced that he wanted to talk to me seriously. I pouted my lips and prepared to listen to another boring lecture. "Look at you. You have a weakened memory, you cannot remember either an address or a phone number, you often forget the right word, stammering in the middle of a phrase, you can tell the same story or anecdote many times in communication, forget what you did yesterday and what you ate breakfast. You often began to fall apart over trifles to a shrill cry, then you fall into a terrible depression, then you have fun and laugh like an abnormal to tears, ”the words of my husband touched me for living, I burst into tears. “Sunny, my love, I beg you, I beg you to go to the clinic for an examination. I found a very good doctor, they will help you. I can't watch you ruin yourself anymore. After all, I still love you, ”- my dear hugged me by the shoulders, but I could not relieve my sobs.

Of course, I didn’t go to any clinic, but I went to the doctor anyway, my husband just dragged my hand. The doctor who was advised by her husband behaved very rudely to me, as if I were guilty of something in front of him. He was very prejudiced against me, at first he was most interested in how much I drink. I understood what he was driving at, and declared that I was not an alcoholic and let him immediately forget this topic. Then for some reason he asked me for a very long time about childhood diseases and head injuries. After asking about head bruises, I again realized what was happening, she said that I was not crazy, everything was all right in my head, and there was nothing to hint at anything.

Then he turned to very personal questions. He was especially interested in how often I make love and if I finish, and if I finish, then under what circumstances. You know, I am not a hypocrite, but his tactless and, most importantly, irrelevant questions embarrassed me. If he had just divided me and looked at everything, I would not be embarrassed at all, my beautiful body was created by nature itself, so that men would look at it. But the questions about my orgasms are so personal that no man needs to know about it. He, for some reason, got hooked on the fact that I never end up with ordinary vaginal sex, but with my husband I always pretend to orgasm, as if there is something bad in it, all good wives do this so as not to upset the spouse.

I really rarely end, not with every man, and even if I have three guys in one day, I often still feel dissatisfied with the evening. But for a woman, orgasm is not the main thing, the main thing is to feel desirable. I answered through clenched teeth, then his hints of what was wrong with my head got me, I quit and decided to leave this incompetent pervert.

It's amazing that the doctor almost begged me to stay, he said that he did not have the right to communicate his conclusions even to my husband, so I have to listen to him, because only I can help myself that the disease will progress, destroy my family and lead me on the social bottom. Something said about narcissism, andromania, that I need to check the ovaries and the hypothalamus, in short, carried some sort of nonsense that I did not even listen to until the end. If nothing hurts me, then why should I check something? I threw his directions for tests, to the gynecologist and on MRI of the brain in the urn. My husband said that everything is fine.

Of course, I told everything to my friend. Sveta said that all this is nonsense and that all modern diseases are being treated with a properly selected dose of good whiskey. "Forget it," said Sveta, "or forget, all problems should be solved by themselves." I like the way it is easy for Sveta to relate to life sometimes, to listen to her, so she lives as if she will live forever. Although sometimes her actions are at odds with her words, but with whom does not happen.

I usually listen to Svetkina's advice, but not in terms of love, appearance and health. Here Sveta is a cross between a monkey and a micro calculator. Sveta, for example, has repeatedly advised me to cut my long hair, like, with a short haircut, I would be better off. But I was firm. Firstly, long hair loose on the shoulders excites my husband, and secondly, they cover the scar on my neck, which remained after the accident many years ago. I talked about this Svetka, but she always forgot.

Svetka from those people who remember well, only the numbers and the offenses inflicted on them. Communicating with Sveta, I gradually understood how vengeful and insidious she is towards other people. “Yes, I am a bitch,” as drunk Sveta confessed to me, “but since it helps me to make a career and make my way in life, it means that it’s a good quality.” Fortunately, we had nothing to share with her, and we lived, what is called, soul to soul.

Interestingly, once in a conversation I called the sober Light a bitch, and she was offended at me. Sveta is sure that “bitch” is an offensive word, but I think that there is nothing offensive about it. You will not say every time “a young beautiful woman” or “a sexy girl”, you can say with one word “bitch” and everyone understands. This is how we say "young man", always implying only a man, but you should be offended, because from this it turns out that a woman is not a man. We argued with Sveta and rushed to the Internet. Both of us were surprised that there is no such thing in Wikipedia and dictionaries, it turns out that there is not even a word like that. But the photos on the word “bitch” on the Internet are millions and on all the pics are young beautiful sexy girls. I was right. Only here is strange, there are bitches, but no words.

Still, I was scared by the words of the doctor and told Svetka that I would definitely go to another doctor again. Sveta, like a real girlfriend, immediately unleashed a stormy activity to help me, said that we ourselves can make a diagnosis, and that such things are not the gods who burn the pots. After sitting for an hour on the Internet, we realized that I have a very rare and complex, but not dangerous disease - bipolar affective disorder. That explained everything: my sudden mood swings, unreasonable depressions and much more in my behavior. My husband should have treated my hysterics more tolerantly, since I am not guilty of anything, I just have a bipolar psyche that only underlines my uniqueness. Every cattle bipolar disorder is not sick.

The following week, Svetka found me another doctor, to whom I went. I immediately liked this doctor. A cozy, tastefully furnished office, comfortable chairs and, of course, a polite handsome man, made a very pleasant impression. The doctor, first of all, listened carefully to me, without asking any questions. Then he asked me to undress and looked at me everywhere. He agreed with my assumption about the diagnosis. My problem is not alcohol, but in bipolar mental disorder caused by stress and toxins. He offered to buy from him very expensive, but experimental pills from England, which are not even in our pharmacies, are very effective. I agreed, because you cannot save on your health. The doctor explained to me that in no case should one stop drinking sharply, as required by my husband. It is necessary to reduce the dose gradually throughout the year, respecting the culture of drinking alcohol. I was pleased with this doctor, we agreed that I would visit him once a month until full recovery.

The main thing is that Sveta and I have preserved our female friendship, despite the difference in our views on life. Sveta, for example, did not recognize thongs and always wore huge panties for her rather big ass, but she condemned my desire for a free body. I, on the contrary, wore only thongs and then, just under short skirts, under long skirts, I never wore panties at all.Svetka never wore stockings, but I never wore tights, even in the cold I preferred a dress and a long fur coat, rather than warm thick pants like Sveta. Beauty requires sacrifice.

Svetka did not have a single fur coat, neither long nor short. When once we started talking about fur coats, Sveta said harshly how she cut off ... Read more →