Burned
I spent the whole day out on a beach. My skin is burgundy in colour and I can feel the heat parking its flashes on the surface of my body. I don't even have to touch it - it's right there, pushing the air in my room from the floor to the ceiling. My friend just politely asked me to choose the wording I use when I write to him. That never happened before. He just got married. I understand it. It's interesting how people try to take over another human being just because. I totally understand it (married for over 10 years), and now my friend will too. Only very lucky couples (VERY lucky) don't ask questions. And if you, my friend tell me it's about sharing, I will understand it. I've gone through that path before myself. Trust doesn't come easy. Only a very confident wife will not check her husbands diary, even if he offers to check it. I know I am confident - that's why I never check Igor's voice massages or e-mails, I never ask how much money he makes, I never ask how much his former wife gets from him. I don't WANT to care. Because if I start, that will be the end of me. I respect his choices. I trust him. And frankly, I would be bored with a man who is completely open with me. But it's just me. I am not capable of worrying about this stuff. STUFF. Oh, you! My dear friend! It's natural, it's fine, it's understandable. I hope you and your beautiful wife will get to the point where you do not have to worry about somebody's sincere wording. I feel like I just lost something important to me. Take care. Be happy.