The old mother was outraged, and I and she said that you were not going to go back. She went, and then we were so old at night. I have pushed the old mother tongue in the evening of the new marriage, and a secret in the heart has given me to arrogance and struggle.

It is self-evident that I really like my old wife, who is bleak and very miracle, and that I can be a recipe for half a year to go to the hands that can finally come to the beauty.

But after marriage, I discovered the problem. Especially during the night of the new marriage, that time should be the most happy day. The old mother, too, came to the fore, but when she came to me, I was able to push her out.

The old mother was outraged, and I and she said that you were not going to go back. She went, and then we were so old at night. I have pushed the old mother tongue in the evening of the new marriage, and a secret in the heart has given me to arrogance and struggle.

On subsequent days, I have always had a sense of love at every time, as well as in the old parent. This is not a special kinship, because I am a gynaecologist, who is often examined by women and who have given birth to a variety of stories. I am always unwittingly thinking about them, and I have no interest.

I am really grappling with each day of day and day-to-day and day-to-night, but I do not always feel, because this old mother has little to say, and the old mother has recently wanted to give birth to the child, but I am afraid that the girls have suffered from all kinds of torture, physical alterations and all unforeseen risks.

I do not have children in business, and I do not think that the old parent says directly because I do not love her, do not want to have her assendant, and if I insist not on the child, we can only divorce.

May I really want to divorce, but I do not know how and how do I say in my minds, and what should I do? I am not sick, and I really fear losing my wife.

As I said with the old mother, I hope that she will give me a little time, but I will try to change herself, but she will always feel that I am not loved her, say I am not a man, and I am really in contradiction. Sometimes there is a real sense of collapse, and I think of a single ascendant.

Who knows that we are really struggling with the masks of women and girls? Perhaps others are better than I, and I have a psychological shadow.

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