This is a fairy-tale with an unhappy ending. It is the strange fairy-tale… Unfortunately, it is far from being weird that our life stories have bad endings. This is the truth of our life that there are good and bad things and events, fortune and misfortune, success and failure. Not always good luck accompanies us. We have to accept it.

However, it is possible to make our lives better. Our relatives, kids, and friends can stay beside us in the moments of grief and give us a helping hand when we need it so much. No matter what, we must always remember that there are people with kind hearts we can count on.

My life got crashed because I never took advantage of this truth. I ignored it; I trusted myself only; I was too self-assured and thought I could fight all the problems by myself.

Actually, my life didn’t differ much from that of any other person in the world: dull and sad days filled with small everyday troubles were changed with sunny days full of joy and pleasure. I could be a happy woman, but for one thing, one huge problem that saddened my life. I had excessive facial hair.

You have no idea how it feels to constantly be ashamed of your own face; to be always afraid that somebody can notice that ugly hair, which makes a woman look like a freak; to avoid mirrors, which remind of the disgusting defect.

I’ve been suffering from facial hair since adolescence. Many girls have nervous breakdown noticing zits on their faces. What about discovering mustache and beard? How can that feel?

Since the day I had found excessive hair on my face the life turned into a nightmare for me. Cheerful and companionable girl became an anchoress. I, actually, made myself an outcast avoiding people and having lost all my friends one by one. When I had to go out, all my thoughts were about my looks. I asked myself only one question, “Have I depilated my face properly?”

In some time depression and insomnia took absolute possession of me. I don’t know what would have happened to me but for my loving and caring parents. They insisted on my getting professional help to get rid of terrible depression and torturing insomnia. Their support and understanding made me come alive.

Besides, I learned how to hide my defect; therefore none of my new friends knew about my facial hair. I even got married to a wonderful kind man, who treated me like a queen. I never told Angelo about my problem; however, I'm sure he guessed about hair on my face, in spite of all my efforts to hide the truth. I, actually, didn’t trust my husband enough to share my trouble with him.

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However, I constantly needed more and more proofs that I didn’t differ from any other woman, that I was beautiful, that men could fall in love with me. It’s difficult and so bitter to confess that everything ended with my adultery. I cheated on my husband once, then again and again. Only a new lover could make me feel attractive, beautiful, normal. Seducing men became my hobby.

Surely, truth will always come out. No wonder, my husband got to know about my love affairs. He didn’t give me a broadside; he just became very sad and thoughtful. I think, if I could change myself, if I begged for forgiveness, he would be able to forget everything and stay with me. It’s too late now. We divorced last month.

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