It is a bad way to go on. I don’t know how to manage it. I’m stupid. I’d like my parents they have said to me: Azzurrella go outside this weekend, go to visit your friends, go far for here and try to relax. But they are only afraid I’m going here and there losing time and money.
By the way, I work hardly. It would be correct to have some more respect of me.
Then, I encountered a pleasant man, very intelligent, he seemed. But he simply refused to understand how a divorce can minate the life of a person: you change home, have some economic issue, a great fear of the future...he only said to me that I was stupid not accepting my new life, not understanding that it could be so beautiful again.
So I feel stupid two times: stupid of finding myself unable to manage all the stress coming from divorce, stupid not to amusing and feeling free of going everywhere like I was a teenager without concerns.
What a fortune to divorce!! And I DON’T UNDERSTAND!! Bah...
Stupid for giving worth to his words, finally.