These days I am experiencing a tragedy: I saw my woman fall and violently bang her face against a stone and I could not intervene because she was three meters below me, in a descent in the mountains. I saved her crying, for a moment she stood still ... I thought I'd lose her forever. Luckily it didn't happen that way. His face is marked but not disfigured, but it could be and it could die. I thought back to all those times I PMO BETRAYED him, just as I betrayed other women. I felt like shit, alone, terribly helpless. Thank God she is alive. When you truly love your selfishness, it compresses to a natural and harmonious level. Otherwise it is pathology.