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Sounds pretty harsh, I agree. In fact, I'm not a materialistic bitch looking for male wallets. But I'm so tired of the rogue...

I am 36 years old alone. She was married but divorced. They stayed with their ex-husband in a fairly tolerable relationship. Divorced without any scandals. Four years ago, we realized that we were just not right for each other. Well, completely different. And my husband wanted a child from me, but I am not able to give birth.

Back in 1984, I met my future ex-husband. He did military service in Kuibyshev, now Samara, and I lived there all my life. We met for about six months - for me it was the first love. When Sasha's service ended, he proposed to me and invited me to Altai with him. He said that we would play a wedding, live with his parents, and slowly build a house for ourselves in his village. He recalled his native land with such love that I also fell in love with that outback in absentia.

I met a guy on the internet. Our relationship developed gradually, at first like common topics (we met on the city's forum in the topic about childfree), then he suggested moving somewhere to a more secluded "place". They talked for a long time on VK, then they began to call up via video link, he already openly spoke about the fact that he was in love.

I broke up three months ago with a guy with whom I had been together for four years. They didn’t meet for long, somehow they immediately began to live, well, the everyday life got stuck.

At first I wanted to come home, I ran from work to see him, I wanted to cook something tasty, to be with him. But then I quit - the company closed, and a few months later he quit his company and he switched to working at home. Freelance, makes websites. The salary is the same, but he works from home. His money was enough for us, and I was in no hurry to get a job, took care of the household, thought about the child, although so far they have not talked about the wedding.

For many years we have been friends and communicate with a company of four people. My husband and I and my girlfriend with her boyfriend. Some time ago they went on vacation to Europe and returned from there with new views on things. I don’t know, either the trip changed them, or they had thought about this before, but did not dare to speak.

This whole situation has made my life very difficult. It all blew up last winter. It was about minus 30 degrees when I returned home after a long day at work.

We have in our yard one ... crazy empress, whose name is the beautiful name of Lilia. In the common people, just Lily. She lives with a child, there is no peasant, or rather, there is no permanent peasant, but they are tortured to count the fickle ones.

People from different countries talk about joyful moments from their lives…

Today I told my 18 year old grandson that no one asked me to prom when I graduated from high school, so I didn't go. He showed up at my house this evening dressed in a suit and took him to his prom as a girlfriend.

Today I was sitting in the park eating my sandwich for lunch when I saw a car with an elderly couple pull up to an old oak nearby. He rolled down his windows and heard the sounds of good jazz. Then the man got out of the car, helped his companion get out, took her a few meters away from the car, and for the next half hour they danced under an old oak tree to the sounds of beautiful melodies.

Today I operated on a little girl. She needed the first blood type. We didn't have one, but her twin brother has the same group. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn't notice it until we took the blood and he asked, "So, when will I die?" He thought he was giving his life for her. Luckily, they are both fine now.

Today my dad is the best father you can ask for. He is my mother's loving husband (always makes her laugh), he's been to every one of my football matches since I was 5 (I'm 17 now), and he provides for our entire family by working as a construction foreman. This morning, when I was looking in my father's toolbox for pliers, I found dirty folded paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry written by my father exactly one month before the day I was born. It read: “I am eighteen years old, an alcoholic, college dropout, suicidal unfortunate victim of child abuse and a criminal history of auto theft. And next month, a “teenage father” will also appear on the list. But I swear that I will do what is right for my baby. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it.

Today my 8 year old son hugged me and said, "You are the best mom in the world." I smiled and asked sarcastically, “How do you know? You haven't seen all the mothers in the world." But the son, in response to this, hugged me even tighter and said: “I saw it. My world is you."

Today I saw an elderly patient with severe Alzheimer's disease. He can rarely remember his own name and often forgets where he is and what he said a minute earlier. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him, he remembers who she is and greets her with the words "Hello, my beautiful Kate."

Today my Labrador is 21 years old. He can barely stand up, can hardly see or hear anything, and doesn't even have the strength to bark. But every time I enter the room, he happily wags his tail.

Today is our 10th anniversary, but since my husband and I recently lost our jobs, we agreed not to spend money on gifts. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already in the kitchen. I went downstairs and saw beautiful wild flowers all over the house. There were at least 400 of them, and he really did not spend a dime.

My 88 year old grandmother and her 17 year old cat are blind. A guide dog helps my grandmother move around the house, which is natural and normal. However, recently the dog began to lead the cat around the house. When the cat meows, the dog comes up and rubs its nose against it. Then the cat gets up and begins to follow the dog - to the stern, to the "toilet", to the chair in which she likes to sleep.

Today my older brother donated his bone marrow for the 16th time to help me with my cancer treatment. He spoke directly to the doctor and I didn't even know about it. And today my doctor informed me that the treatment seems to be working: "The number of cancer cells has dropped dramatically in the last few months."

Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly made a U-turn and said: “I forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers for my grandmother. Let's go to the florist on the corner. It only takes a second." “What is so special today that you should buy her flowers?” I asked. “Nothing special,” Grandpa said. “Every day is special. Your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile."
Today I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on the door and said, "I'm pregnant." Suddenly I felt that I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brothers. From time to time I reread this suicide letter to remind myself how grateful I am to have a second chance to live and love.

Today, my 11-year-old son is fluent in sign language because his friend Josh, whom he grew up with since infancy, is deaf. I am pleased to see how their friendship grows stronger every year.

Today I am the proud mother of a 17 year old blind boy. Although my son was born blind, this did not stop him from studying excellently, becoming a guitarist (the first album of his group has already exceeded 25,000 downloads on the network) and a great boyfriend for his girlfriend Valerie. Today his little sister asked him what he loves most about Valerie and he replied: “Everything. She's beautiful."

Today I served an elderly couple in a restaurant. They looked at each other so that it was immediately obvious that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You've been together for many, many years." They smiled and the woman said, “Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to love.

Today my dad found my little sister - alive, chained to the wall in the barn. She was abducted near Mexico City five months ago. Authorities stopped looking for her two weeks after she disappeared. Mom and I have come to terms with her death - last month we buried her. Our whole family and her friends came to the funeral. Everyone except her father - he was the only one who continued to look for her. “I love her too much to give up,” he said. And now she's home - because he really didn't give up.

Today I found in our papers my mother's old diary, which she kept in high school. It contained a list of the qualities she hoped to someday find in her boyfriend. This list is almost an exact description of my father, and my mother only met him when she was 27.

Today in the school chemistry lab, my partner was one of the prettiest (and most popular) girls in the whole school. And although I had not even dared to speak to her before, she turned out to be very simple and sweet. We chatted in class, laughed, but in the end we still got fives (she turned out to be smart too). After that, we started talking outside of the classroom. Last week, when I found out that she hadn't yet decided who to go to the prom with, I wanted to invite her, but again I didn't have the courage. And today, during a lunch break in a cafe, she ran up to me and asked if I would like to invite her. So I did, and she kissed me on the cheek and said, “Yes!”

Today my grandfather has an old photo from the 60s on his bedside table, in which he and his grandmother laugh merrily at some party. My grandmother died of cancer in 1999 when I was 7. Today I went to his house and my grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said: "Remember - if something does not last forever, this does not mean that it is not worth it."

Today I tried to explain to my two daughters, aged 4 and 6, that we would have to move from our four-bedroom house to a two-bedroom apartment until I found a new, well-paying job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the youngest asked: “Will we all move there together?” "Yes," I replied. "Well, then it's nothing to worry about," she said.
Today I was sitting on the hotel balcony and saw a couple in love walking on the beach. It was clear from their body language that they really enjoyed each other's company. When they got closer, I realized that they were my parents. And 8 years ago they almost got divorced.

Today, when I rapped on my wheelchair and told my husband, "You know, you're the only reason I want to be free of this thing," he kissed my forehead and said, "Honey, I don't even notice it."

Today my grandparents, who were in their nineties and lived together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, about an hour apart.

Today my 6 year old autistic sister said her first word - my name.

Today, at the age of 72, 15 years after my grandfather's death, my grandmother is remarrying. I am 17 years old, and in all my life I have never seen her so happy. How inspiring to see people at that age so in love with each other. It's never too late.

On this day, almost 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car crashed into me. His driver was a University of Florida student, just like me. He sincerely apologized. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we started talking and soon, without restraint, laughed at each other's jokes. We exchanged numbers, but the rest is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.

Today, as my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, war hero and successful businessman) lay in a hospital bed, I asked him what he considered his greatest achievement. He turned to his grandmother, took her by the hand and said: "The fact that I have grown old with her."

Today, as I watched my 75-year-old grandparents in the kitchen having fun and laughing at each other's jokes, I realized that I managed to see for a brief moment what true love is. I hope someday I will be able to find it.
On this day, exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being swept away by the fast current of the Colorado River. That's how I met my wife, the love of my life.

Today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, "I wish I had met you sooner."

She changed and changed herself because she had a beautiful rival. But he wasn't attracted to the sallow bleached hair, or the new lip circumference, or the stupid blue lenses. And he worried her, as before.

Yes, it was a happy chance when her heel broke. Stas did not leave the girl in trouble. He called her a taxi, although Lena lived a five-minute walk from home. All she could achieve was his mocking phrase in the smoking room "it's sickening to watch!". Enough! Time to destroy everything connected with Stas, the former life, and in general, with the earth. She watched her personal diaries burn and dreamed: it would be nice to get off the ground like this, or at least become a flight attendant ... At least, she swore to herself not to regret him for a minute and never to be a blonde again. Let it be Tanya.

Her new life started badly. The airline refused her. The verdict was cruel: "Your appearance is unphotogenic, your lips are thick, your hair is dull, your English leaves much to be desired, not speaking French, and you don't speak Spanish..." At home, something dawned on her. "And just something?" So, you only need to learn Spanish and improve your English... So, full lips are no longer needed! So much effort to change yourself! Nothing, everything will be different for another purpose: airlines.

And she became a brunette. She was inspired by her own successes. She did them in order to become a flight attendant, and she did not want to go down to earth. She became a highly qualified specialist and a respected face of the company. She knew several languages, several exact sciences, business etiquette, the culture of the countries of the world, medicine, and continued to improve. She listened with irony to happy stories about love, and did not remember her Stas. Moreover, I no longer hoped to see him face to face, and even in flight.

All the same couple: Stas and Tanya, they have a tourist package. Lena did her job. Her pleasant voice sounded in the salon. She greeted the passengers in Russian, and then in two more languages. She answered the anxious questions of some Spaniard and in a minute was talking to a French family. With everyone she was extremely attentive and polite. However, she had no time to think about continuing her romantic story on the plane. We need to bring soft drinks, and there was someone crying baby ...

In the gloom of the cabin, the blonde had been sleeping for a long time, and his eyes burned tirelessly. He met her gaze. It's strange that he still cares about her. The look stirred her senses and she turned to leave. He couldn't speak. Stas raised his hand to the foggy porthole, where the letters "Zh", "D", "I" flaunted, and then carefully erased them with her. A wave of joy swept over her. The landing was near.

A beautiful love story is the most common plot for films and books. And not in vain, because the ups and downs of love are interesting to everyone. There is not a single person on the planet who has not experienced sincere affection at least once, who has not felt a storm in his chest. That is why we invite you to read real love stories: people themselves have shared these stories on the Internet. Honest and very touching, you will love it!

History 1.

My parents divorced a year and a half ago. My father moved away from us, I live with my mother. After the divorce, my mother did not meet with anyone. Was constantly at work to forget about dad. And about 3 months ago, I began to notice that my mother seemed to have someone. She has become more cheerful, dresses better, stays somewhere, comes with flowers, etc. I had mixed feelings, but one day I come home from the university a little earlier than usual and see my father, who is walking around the house in rags and brings coffee my mom in bed. They are together again!

History 2.

When I was 16, I met a guy. It was a real first love, mine and his. The purest and most sincere feelings. I had a great relationship with his family, but my mom didn't like him. At all. And she started fighting: she locked me in the room, locked the phone, met me from school. This went on for 3 months. My beloved and I gave up, and each went his own way. After 3 years, I quarreled with my mother and left home. Happy that she would no longer be able to decide everything for me, I came to him to tell him about it. But he greeted me rather coldly, and I left, choking on tears. Many years later. I got married, gave birth to a child. The godfather of my child was a friend of that guy, my former classmate. And then one day his wife told me the love story of their friend, the story of our love, without even knowing that I was the same girl. His life did not work out either, he was married many times, but there was no happiness. He only loved me. And on the day when I came to his house, I was just confused and did not know what to say. I recently found him on social networks, but he has not visited his page for many years. At the age of 16, my daughter met a guy and has been dating him for a year and a half. But I won't make my mom's mistake, even though I don't like him. At all…

History 3.

3 years ago my kidney failed. There are no relatives or relatives. With grief, she got drunk in a nearby bar and burst into tears, there was nothing to lose. A 27-year-old man sat down next to me and asked what happened. Word for word, she spoke about her grief, got to know each other, exchanged numbers, but I never called. I went to the hospital, and who was my surgeon? That's right, the same one. Helped recover after surgery, we are planning a wedding.

History 4.

I am a perfectionist. Recently, they recalled how I once stood in line at the post office and some guy was in front of me. So, on his backpack, the zipper was not completely fastened. I tried to restrain myself, but in the end I boldly stepped forward and buttoned it all the way. The guy turned around and looked at me indignantly. By the way, we remembered it with him, celebrating 4 years of relationship. Do what you want - maybe it's fate ...

History 5.

I work in a flower shop. Today a buyer came and bought 101 roses for his wife. When I was packing, he said: "My girl will be happy." This buyer is 76 years old, he met his wife at 14, and now 55 years of marriage. After such cases, I begin to believe in love.

History 6.

I work as a waitress. My ex, with whom I am on good terms, came and asked for a table for the evening. Said he wanted to propose to the girl of his dreams. Okay, everyone's done. He came in the evening, sat down at the table, asked for wine, two glasses. She brought it, was about to leave, he asked me to sit down for a couple of minutes to talk. I sat down and he knelt down, took out the ring and proposed to me! TO ME! Do you understand? I'm in tears, my face is still in shock, but I sat down to him, kissed him and said yes. And he told me that he always loved me, and we broke up in vain. This will cement our relationship forever! God, I'm happy!

History 7.

Nobody believes me, but the stars sent me my husband. I am not beautiful, I am overweight, and the boys did not indulge me with attention, but I really wanted love and relationships. I was 19, I was lying on the beach at night, looking at the sky and sad. When the first star fell, I made love. Then the second one, on which I thought to meet her that same night, and decided that if the third falls, it will definitely come true ... And yes, she fell, literally right away. That same night, my future husband wrote me by mistake on a social network.

History 8.

At the age of 17 I had my first love, but my parents did not approve. Summer, warm nights, he came under my windows (1st floor) at 4 o'clock in the morning to call me to meet the dawn! And I escaped through the window, although I have always been a house girl. We walked, kissed, chatted about everything and nothing, were free as the wind and happy! He returned me home by 7 am, when my parents were just getting up for work. No one noticed my absence, and it was the most adventurous and romantic act of my life.

History 9.

I was walking with a dog in the courtyard of high-rise buildings and saw how one elderly man walked and asked everyone about the woman. He knew her last name, her place of work, her dog. Everyone brushed aside, and no one wanted to remember this certain woman, but he went and asked, asked. It turned out that this was his first love, he came many years later to his hometown and the first thing he went to find out if she lives in the house in which he first saw her and fell in love. At the end, a couple of guys about 14 years old called this woman. You should have seen their eyes when they met! Love doesn't just disappear!

History 10.

My first love was crazy. We were madly in love with each other. On August 22, we “married” by exchanging silver rings on the roof of an abandoned construction site. Now we have not been together for a long time, but every year on August 22, without saying a word, we come to this construction site and just talk. That time was the best in my life.

History 11.

I lost my wedding ring a year ago, I was very upset, but my husband and I could not afford to buy another one. Yesterday I came home after work, there was a small box on the table, in it was a new ring and a note "You deserve the best." It turned out that my husband sold his grandfather's watch to buy me this ring. And today I sold my grandmother's earrings and bought him a new watch.

History 12.

With my first love were together since the cradle. And we had a cipher in which each letter was replaced by a serial number in the alphabet. For example, “I love you”: 33. 20. 6. 2. 33. 13. 32. 2. 13. 32, etc. But in the end, already in adulthood, life separated us on different banks, and we almost stopped communicate. She recently moved to my city for work, and we decided to meet. We walked for several hours, and then dispersed to our homes. And closer to the night I received an SMS from her: "Let's try again." And at the end those numbers.

History 13.

My boyfriend and I had an anniversary a week ago, but we live in different cities. I decided to surprise him and come that day to spend it together. I bought a ticket, went to the station, I'm late. I run without looking back to my car ... Fuh, I made it. The train moves off, I sit, look out the window and who do I see? Yeah, my boyfriend with a bouquet of flowers. It turned out that he decided to make the same surprise to me.

History 14.

And my beloved and I got along thanks to a fucking sense of humor. Once, when he was still just my neighbor, I asked him to look at a broken outlet. This joker, having touched the socket, began to imitate an electric shock - twitching and yelling. When I was ready in a panic to push him away from the socket with a just torn off plinth, he sank to the floor with a lifeless look, and then jumped up with a cry: "Ahaaa." And I ... And what am I? I clutched my heart and very naturally portrayed a heart attack. As a result, they laughed all evening, soldered each other with cognac and never parted again.

Deep night. Somewhere a quiet breeze runs through, dispersing the last dust on the damp pavement. A little night rain added freshness to this stuffy, tortured world. Added freshness to the hearts of lovers. They stood embracing in the light of a street lamp. She is so feminine and tender, who said that at the age of 16 a girl cannot be feminine enough?! Here age does not matter at all, only the one who is nearby, the closest, dearest and warmest person on earth, is important. And he, most of all, is glad that she is finally in his arms. Indeed, they really say that hugs, like nothing else, convey all the love of a person, no kisses, only a gentle touch of his hands. Each of them in this minute, the minute of hugs, experiences unearthly feelings. The girl feels safe knowing that she will always be protected. The guy takes care, feels responsible - an unforgettable feeling in relation to his beloved and the only one.
Everything was like in the finale of the most beautiful film about happy love. But, let's start from the beginning.