One that goes wrong is the symptom Member", one who manifested a symptom more or less disabling - depression, substance abuse, suicidal tendencies...-, intra-familial dysfunctions. It is often a child and it is, somehow, "designated" by his family to be patient to be treated. "Eighteen, I had a wonderful young man, who became my boyfriend. We were going to skate, take markets, eating French fries in the restaurant in the corner, dance. We watched TV about sitting next to the other, my hand in his. My mother was watching us, it tired. She told me sometimes "peel off". It was a healthy relationship, and a pure and platonic love. It never made love together, and that, today, I regret. He respected me because he considered me a lot. He was proud of his "black " and it was reciprocal. When I found myself in his family, I felt confident, accepted, respected. They were a 'normal ' family where I felt like in a cocoon. I was pleased for the 18 months that lasted for our relationship. Then, one day, my mother told me: "your relationship becomes too serious; He will go to the University and it will encounter more educated than you guys. It will leave you and you are going to suffer." That is what gave him the absolute conviction that it happens so? And the more educated guys why would hold on him? I was a smart, cute , neat person. I ended up letting me not contaminate his predictions and his lack of confidence in me and I broke up with him. God knows that I have suffered. I have known the profound angst that overwhelmed me up to almost
One that goes wrong is the symptom Member", one who manifested a symptom more or less disabling - depression, substance abuse, suicidal tendencies...-, intra-familial dysfunctions. It is often a child and it is, somehow, "designated" by his family to be patient to be treated. "Eighteen, I had a wonderful young man, who became my boyfriend. We were going to skate, take markets, eating French fries in the restaurant in the corner, dance. We watched TV about sitting next to the other, my hand in his. My mother was watching us, it tired. She told me sometimes "peel off". It was a healthy relationship, and a pure and platonic love. It never made love together, and that, today, I regret. He respected me because he considered me a lot. He was proud of his "black " and it was reciprocal. When I found myself in his family, I felt confident, accepted, respected. They were a 'normal ' family where I felt like in a cocoon. I was pleased for the 18 months that lasted for our relationship. Then, one day, my mother told me: "your relationship becomes too serious; He will go to the University and it will encounter more educated than you guys. It will leave you and you are going to suffer." That is what gave him the absolute conviction that it happens so? And the more educated guys why would hold on him? I was a smart, cute , neat person. I ended up letting me not contaminate his predictions and his lack of confidence in me and I broke up with him. God knows that I have suffered. I have known the profound angst that overwhelmed me up to almost