"The jealousy is a feeling 's human being, a form of fear of a return to a pain (pain possibly caused by a previous report in which the trust has ceased to exist).
Yes "triggers" in the subject jealous possessiveness pulse or excess Protection against a person .
... try annoyed to learn that the person has reports and / or contact with other people ....
irritation ... become aware of just relations of friendship between the loved and other people outside the couple. "
These are the Wikipedia definitions of the term "jealousy", which admittedly be very similar to the episode now that I'm about to tell you.
For anyone who has read a bit 'of my blog, fool that I will now tell you of my jealousy because that the situation in which I am in love with a man with a wife and daughter in tow, I should not have nothing to be jealous, especially if they are certain feelings that he experiences. Well, my jealousy has never been used against them, I never cared much that on occasion he was more with them than with me, because it is now with him, but certainly in the future with any other man, never give up my freedom, my space, the time and I want to spend to achieve my professional goals. attend the faculty of Medicine is not a walk, is not comparable to other university courses, especially se si studia pensando che queste nozioni di oggi serviranno domani per salvare vite umane.
Dunque, non ho mai provato gelosia nei loro confronti,forse solo indifferenza,forse perché so di non avere nulla di cui essere gelosa e che, anzi, se mi conoscessero, sarebbero loro ad avere gelosia nei miei confronti per tanti motivi che non sto qui ad elencare. Ho iniziato a capire di essere gelosa non molto tempo fa,quando all’inizio di dicembre dello scorso anno ho scoperto che S. aveva iniziato ad avere un dialogo piuttosto frequente tramite la chat di Facebook con un’amica di suoi amici, che guarda caso fisicamente somigliava molto a me con almeno vent’anni in più. Non vi dico come ho fatto a scoprirlo perché I am sure that if you're reading now is a woman who knows well how to "sgam" boys and the masters men and women know for sure you can expect everything. Well, that day when I realized what was happening was Sunday and I felt that sense of annoyance and irritation that I had never happened to try first. On Sundays, usually, is the most boring day of the week, I stay at home and I take this opportunity to study and S. wakes up early to get his hour of jogging when the city is still asleep, then go home, wash and in most cases stay home, turn on your computer and sends me his message of good morning or exit, turn il telefono e mi arriva comunque un suo segnale. Ed io sono felice già così, perché so che il mio pensiero lo ha accompagnato durante la corsa mattutina,perché ancora un giorno si è svegliato desideroso di me e sono felice perché so quello che sta facendo,perché lo immagino nelle sue azioni e non c’è bisogno di troppe parole per raccontarsi a me.
Quella domenica,invece, nel pomeriggio eravamo nel mezzo di una nostra conversazione sempre tramite chat, quando ad un certo punto scompare ed io resto per un bel po’ ad attendere una risposta che non c’è più stata. Il signorino mi aveva lasciata in “stand-by” I would say because she had appeared, the curly brunette friend of the friends with whom he began to talk doing the part of Playboy, like many men, not just feel the air smells of genotype XX. Do not know her, she had never met her live (and what they've been given just a little 'time after), but had begun to talk about this and that, just as had happened to us three years ago. Among the other was a rumor even reached the point of inviting you to attend our gym, not knowing what he and I combined.
At that point I have not seen anything, call it jealousy but I could not even if that is what it is, I was angry, annoyed more than anything else because she was preferred at that time, the time has always been dedicated to me now I was using to make a slug that had never seen not met. I felt pushed aside, as if my role as friend and confidant, he needed no more. I decided to act because I was too hurt, disappointed and puzzled. I decided to send a private message to the chick in question, saying that St. was already very "gifted" women, who besides being married had a different story and a woman who knew enough to satisfy all points of view and that there was no reason why she stuffs in a vicious circle already saying too much and messed up. Of course, remained in anonymity, the sender of that message, however, she immediately forwarded to S., who did not hesitate to realize that I was me. I do not say the discussion that ensued, the words that have flown and faces that we held on for a while, 'because he said I should not intrude in her life because she was just a friend (who I went to even more because even with the beast in me was just all started with a friendship!) and why I should trust him and accept and respect his friends as he did not judge mine. I knew I had gone too far, I had mounted on a film if it had not been written yet il copione e che avrei dovuto fidarmi di più di lui. Però ho imparato anche che sono gelosa di altre donne,che pretendo e non voglio che abbia lo stesso atteggiamento che ha con me con estranee,che sì lo sappiamo entrambi un giorno la nostra relazione finirà,ma che quella complicità che abbiamo conquistato ci legherà per sempre l’uno all’altro,perché basterà un suo sguardo e due occhi che si incrociano a ricordarci quanto amore ci abbiamo messo finora e continuiamo a metterci.
