Anyone, please help me—. Moral harassment from my husband, pressure from my mother-in-law, isolation at work. I left my close friends back home and have no one to confide in, feeling like I don't belong at home or at work… Those lonely housewives started street dating on a whim. There, they met a middle-aged man. The lack of tact in wanting to fuck right after meeting, having neither money nor guts, only an ugly, fat, lazy body. A bundle of unpopular elements, he was supposed to be completely not my type, but before I knew it, the woman was gradually being healed by his brightness and kindness. What's good about a guy like that? Everyone says he's like that. But women think, "Only I understand him," "Only he understands me." They believe it, become dependent, and lose sight of everything around them... The man hides his true nature and invites in women today as well. Every kind word this person gives might be a lie. Still, I can't resist this loneliness. Even noticing the mistake, I can't escape this swamp. A futureless tale written by three married women.
