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  • I was begun to be surrounded by some believes, people, environment and even my husband one and half years ago. I accepted without thinking when he asked for going abroad with aiming working because he demanded this way for a long time: this was his dream! And i replaced my dreams with his without hesitation. We have started our lives in a new country with new people and our little baby. And the story has begun in this way. The story is what i am prisoned. The story is what i was invaded my privileges, my women rights. The story is what all things done by me are under the others' eyes.
    The solution is there, whether you choose this way or that way. It is not hard to be uncertain or desperate or pathetic. I have a baby and have to think about her very carefully without ignoring my life. I know that. But that is the hard one!
    The love continues between me and my husband, it is obvious. The pity is not to be able to walk together on the same way, even on the parallel ways each other, to share common activity, common fun, common music, even common life anymore, to laugh just as crazy together, to ribaldry to each other...
    The result will be appear soon. I know that. I will keep the ropes of my life in my hands again. I know that!
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