By NiniePitiKiwi - 21/02/2015 19:15 - France
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By NiniePitiKiwi - 21/02/2015 19:15 - France
By Valentine'day - 29/04/2015 11:36 - France - Reims
Bonjour à tous, je suis la victime et auteur de cette VDM Ceci s'est passé il y a bientôt 8 mois, ça faisait plus d'un an que j'étais avec lui à ce moment-là, ma "mère" et lui savaient donc bien quelles relations il existait. Quant à mon père, mes parents sont séparés, il n'est donc pas trompé Nous avions tous les deux 24 ans, je pensais donc vivre une relation sérieuse. En rentrant et au moment où je les ai vu, je suis restée tétanisée, puis je suis partie en courant de la maison, je voulais rentrer chez moi m'isoler, une amie m'a vu et m'a soutenu toute la nuit, dont je vous passe les détails, et me soutient encore d'ailleurs. Ce n'est pas le genre de chose que l'on oublie facilement. Je suis suivie par un psychiatre qui m'aide énormément. Si je publie aujourd'hui cette histoire, c'est qu'il m'a conseillé d'extérioriser et pour le prendre sur un ton "plus leger" cette même amie m'a conseillé de la publier, c'est d'ailleurs elle qui l'a rédigée, je suis même incapable de vous répondre seule Je ne souhaite à personne de vivre ce que j'ai vécu