Despite her depressed state, Lera was beautiful. And I admired her. Everything was beautiful: hair, legs, lips... and especially cheekbones. The kind that is now especially fashionable to “wear” - bright, expressive, clearly defined. “Yes, at least I got something from this union... My cheekbones became visible,” she tried to joke, parrying my compliment. She was in a relationship for a year and a half. A mature, self-confident person in a sick, devastating relationship. - Everything was rushing like a snowball. I got caught up in it. And for a year I lived from bell to bell... - And another six months? - And for the last six months I’ve been trying to get out and understand what’s going on in my life. Oleg and Lera met on social networks. One day, among the envelopes, the girl discovered a message that was not at all banal in her opinion. “I don’t remember exactly what he wrote, but I was hooked.” And I answered. We texted all night. The next day we chatted on the phone, and the next day I found myself in his bed. Talking about this, Lera smiled. Lips. The eyes were full of painful melancholy and misunderstanding. With her whole appearance, she seemed to be asking: “Why?” He seemed to me very promising, promising... He wanted to develop, started building another business, studied languages... and I wanted to invest in him. And I gave. All of myself. And in return... The first warning sign was already on the first date. After the kiss, Lera did not feel anything. Yes, the process itself was masterfully technical, perhaps even with a pretense of sensuality... but at the same time cold as ice. - Only now I understand that he did not give it away. He didn’t transmit his energy to me. He took my warmth and that’s it. Oleg was a bright, charismatic man. Not a handsome man in the world where Brad Pitt and Ben Affleck set the standards... but there was something about him that drove women crazy after just 3 minutes of communication. Lera was no exception. And he chose her. It was with her that he went out into the world. He was the one who introduced her to his friends. It was she who took her on vacation. Despite the fact that at that time she was already a quite successful businesswoman and maintained her hips within 90 centimeters, this could not help but flatter her. They were a beautiful, prominent couple who were talked about and set as an example. The relationship from the outside looked like it was developing dynamically, but their meetings even after six months were of some kind of episodic nature, which is called “without penetration.” It was always the man who arranged the dates. The woman adjusted. Oleg also set the rules in sex, always bright, unbridled, but more like experiments with bodies than the intimacy of two lovers. - We tried all the positions, all the toys, all the role-playing games that can now be found in the “industry for adults." We did this in the most atypical places! I don’t understand how I managed to do this... Yes, it’s interesting, yes, it’s unusual, and he gets high, but I always have an aftertaste - I’m devastated. No matter how selfish it may sound, I didn’t get anything from him! I've been feeling lonely these last year and a half. I start to freeze, even if the room is warm. And I try in vain to warm myself in his arms. And those damn cheekbones... I just lost 6 kilos, although I had never been overweight. He tormented me with these experiments of his! And recently I suggested that we invite our mutual friend over for the night! And all this is taken for granted, as if it will always be this way! I saw how the client was overcome by despair. On his lips was that question that we women often do when we feel unloved in relationships. “Alain, what’s wrong with me?” Why can't I melt his heart? Why is he so disdainfully cold towards me... After all, he’s not a boy anymore! 40 is just around the corner! In psychotherapy there is a term “sociopathy”. If “all ages are submissive to love,” then for people who are incapable of higher feelings from birth, the number of years behind them is not an indicator at all. Well, they don’t know how to give. This function is not inherent in them by nature. And it was not cultivated by parents. This is what my clients often deal with at the moment. You are everything to a man. And he, in your opinion.