My problem is somewhat unusual, I think. I don’t love my child. Usually parents who are faced with this are in no hurry to admit it even to themselves. But it doesn’t cost me anything to admit this problem. Yes, I hate my own, adult daughter. It’s definitely not about her father, she was born …

This happened to me a couple of months ago. I was born and raised in the village. My parents moved from here to a big city when I was 20 and left the house to me. I’m 25 now and I still live here. There is a neighbor next to me, about 60 years old. …

I’m not like all these women who dream of becoming mothers from a young age. I didn’t play mother-daughter as a child, I didn’t imagine myself as a heroine mother or a participant in a TV show about pregnant women. But life has made its own adjustments, forever changing my fate. At the age of …

Since childhood, I have not had a real family, parental warmth and care. I have never seen my father, and my mother has always been interested only in the arrangement of her personal life. Feeling such injustice, even as a child, I promised myself that my own family would be completely different: a loving husband, …

My wife and I have been together for more than 18 years. Got married, as they say on the fly. There was no special love or feelings. It’s just that the parents pressed and decided everything for us. Then we were in our first year at the institute. We went for a walk at a …

We want to believe in a miracle when we are in great pain, or hope for it. I do not know where the truth is, but deep down I feel that those we love do not leave us forever. “- Mommy, it worked!” – the gynecologist helped me get up from the couch. I have …