I had no intentions to be angry, but I'm angry indeed.Why do people so mean to each other? Why do they want to show their superiority?Great people are very simple and seem to be ordinary...
Yesterday was my second year with this man, but still he doesn't understand my emotions and character. He is trying to rule, to guide me, but that is not only things on the earth that woman needs...Especially it hurts when someone tries to rule you. Disgusting.
Times and people About me. Swedish lifestile.
- natasha
- Jamtland, Sweden
- I left everything behind: my country, friends, my lovely son and my dog. I fell in love and got married to a Swedish man. Now I'm in the middle of Sweden and that is what I think and feel. Everything I trust to my blog.
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
I cannot help writing today bcz today is the second anniversary since we were married.http://youtu.be/tX2ccZ1Dmu0 (it is in Swedish)
http://youtu.be/wxWEIHFLBLg (it's in English)
Nobody knows who wrote this song, but it is touchy. I found my lovely Peter Seeger and his young friend Tom Paxton singing another very beautiful song.Rambling Boy. Here.http://youtu.be/IVCdAIMdoxs
Nobody knows who wrote this song, but it is touchy. I found my lovely Peter Seeger and his young friend Tom Paxton singing another very beautiful song.Rambling Boy. Here.http://youtu.be/IVCdAIMdoxs
It was a nice day from the very beginning and we went to the concert to Näskott church. It's not far away from us.We listened to Didriksson and Heden.
The songs were about love and understanding, but later I discovered that we have neither understanding nor love. He helps people who want to humiliate me by ignoring in conversation. I'm imprisoned. I have no security feeling, nobody protects me and stands to me. I'm alone. No love and warmth behind my back, just draft, cold wind and warning that anybody can "stab a knife" in my back. I'm looking for a phone number to a person whom I can talk to, because my husband doesn't talk to me anymore. I don't have that number to my Mom or Dad, I would like to, but they are in Heaven and there is no telephone number to them. I just hope to find a job and go anywhere to hide myself from sufferings and grief.http://youtu.be/DrgS94hxuJ0 It was written by Tom Paxton in 1966
The songs were about love and understanding, but later I discovered that we have neither understanding nor love. He helps people who want to humiliate me by ignoring in conversation. I'm imprisoned. I have no security feeling, nobody protects me and stands to me. I'm alone. No love and warmth behind my back, just draft, cold wind and warning that anybody can "stab a knife" in my back. I'm looking for a phone number to a person whom I can talk to, because my husband doesn't talk to me anymore. I don't have that number to my Mom or Dad, I would like to, but they are in Heaven and there is no telephone number to them. I just hope to find a job and go anywhere to hide myself from sufferings and grief.http://youtu.be/DrgS94hxuJ0 It was written by Tom Paxton in 1966
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