Do you think that ice can be prickly? I think it can happen. When something happens to it. For example, the simplest thing is that a puddle has frozen and is covered with ice. It has frozen and shines like an icy surface. What if you walk on it? Or hit with a heel? The entire icy surface will crack and crumble into fragments. Here it is - splintered, prickly ice. The same thing happens in our lives. In relationships between a man and a woman. At first, tender lenses of sympathy appear. Gradually they form into such an ornate - gentle, beautiful and mysterious pattern of relationships. Beautiful, isn’t it? With a long experience of practice, I came to the conclusion. Almost like a classic) Stories of happy love are in many ways similar to beautiful songs, gentle and quiet flowing melodies. Stories of dried up love, stories of parting also have a distant similarity to each other - they look like fragments dreams. From these fragments it is very difficult to collect self-esteem that has been shattered into pieces. To collect yourself from the tattered shreds of relationships into a single whole. In almost every work, sooner/later, the topic of self-esteem arises. Special questions - problems with self-esteem arise when one of the partners breaks up, or rather, leaves (betrayal, unwillingness to continue the relationship). Then this topic makes its way at the very first session. Painful questions are squeezed in a suffocating ring :"For what? Why? I am bad? What did I do wrong?” And similar exclamations filled with pain, resentment, self-deprecation, darkness. Sad pain - confession: “I don’t know what happened. It seemed to me that everything was fine with us. That we love each other. We've been together for three years. A year ago I moved in with him. We had fun, traveled, met with friends. Everything was great. True, in the last month it was as if he had been replaced. I thought that he was having problems at work. Although he had not been particularly frank before. I began to question him every day, but he either remained silent or answered sharply. And a couple of days ago he said that we should break up altogether. I never expected such a turnaround! I burst into tears from misunderstanding and pain. Then she began to swear at him and scream. I sobbed and begged him not to rush. Explain what is happening. He looked at me with gray prickly eyes. It seemed to me that he didn’t even see me! He turned away and said: “I’m tired of you. I do not love you. And I never loved you!” Words thrown like a sharp spear into the very heart cause terrible pain. They hurt and disfigure everything that was good in the relationship. They leave a black hole of trauma and crippled self-esteem. Mental wounds have to be treated like physical wounds. Wash away external dirt, open painful mental wounds, and treat with purity, restoration of tissues of kindness and faith. This is not a quick recovery . But it’s impossible without him. What actually happened in the relationship is work for more than one meeting. Next we’ll figure out why the relationship didn’t work out, who was right in the breakup, who was to blame. Or “it just didn’t work out.” Or both are to blame. But in return we gain experience. Bitter, but the most important thing is to extract usefulness from it. Perhaps we are making space for each other for new relationships. For those relationships in which we will be sincerely happy. The most important thing for us is to see that after despair, pain, fear and anxiety, new shoots of relationships will emerge, with new feelings and new hopes. And the most important thing is that life goes on! Love, peace, kindness and faith in your homes and hearts, my dear readers!