Sacred Haven of Debauchery

She: Is anyone online?
He: Partially.
How can I help?
She: I just want to vent...
He: Well, you've come to the right place.
She: I had a tough day.
And the night turned out to be even worse.
He: And how was it different from the others?
She: A lot of work.
He: Snezhana, everything is relative.
If there were no mustard, no one would know how delicious ice cream is.
She: And I just ruined my favorite robe.
He: That's really bad.
But I think there's a solution.
She: It's just frustrating... it was the last straw.
I was standing in an empty hallway and cursing.
Loudly and emotionally.
He: Did anyone hear?
She: No.
He: Thank goodness.
Cursing is bad. I know from experience.
And when you curse, you're actually cursing yourself.
And you need to love yourself.
Or at least try to.
She: I needed to let out my emotions...
He: Did it make you feel better?
She: A little.
The tension has eased... now I just feel a little apathetic.
He: I doubt it. It's just that some of the emotions have shifted to a different state.
She: And the desire to vent.
He: In this case, you need a guy (husband, boyfriend) who will just hug you, and then you'll feel better.
She: Then I'll start crying.
He: And the anger will go away easily and unnoticed.
And tears are a way to release emotions.
She: But I don't like to cry.
He: Well, you don't like it, but I can't.
But (women) have it easier in this regard.
She: Not all of them.
I recently decided that I don't have the right to be weak.
He: I'm not arguing. There are exceptions to every rule.
She: And tears are a sign of weakness.
He: You're wrong.
What about tears of joy?
She: That's different. )))
I'm talking specifically about tears of weakness.
He: It's the same outlet for emotions,
a spiritual release, in both cases.
We've gotten off topic.
She: It's just a different sign.
He: Yes.
She: I'm not a little girl anymore (unfortunately) and there's too much crap in life.
I've seen and experienced too much.
He: Well, I'm not a boy either, but that's a shame.
She: That's why I don't have the right to be weak...
I don't want anyone to even think they can hurt me.
He: I haven't taken that away from you, have I?
She: Even when I feel sad, bad, and lonely...
He: Everyone has the right to be weak, but not everyone can afford it.
She: I'll smile and tell jokes.
He: Women can. Men can't.
Or the women won't love them.
Has anything good happened today, tonight?
She: Today?
He: Well, yes, in these not-so-pleasant 24 hours.
She: Nothing special.
He: That's sad.
She: I talked to Oleg several times.
))
He: With your boyfriend?
She: Yep.
He: Well, there you go. You said nothing happened.
She: "Special" - nothing.
It's just a small, everyday joy.
He: Well, life consists of these joys.
My other half (it turned out that way, we live separately) calls me constantly to talk about her problems.
So I have experience, and quite a bit of it.
She: Why do you live separately?
He: We're not compatible, and neither is she with her mother.