In a psychologist's office often come people who suffer from love. Despite the tendency to ennoble our culture a sense of love, love in ordinary life can be very painful experience and destructive. Flour jealousy, fear of loss and despair of unrequited love, the pain of betrayal – of unbearable feelings of lovers. Recently I came to accept fairly successful in social terms, a woman who was in a long love affair with a man, and who, moreover, was her boss. She contributed to many for this connection: she moved behind him in another city, threw familiar surroundings and favorite work, and even with time, divorced her husband. Some time later, after a quarrel with this man, at night, she unexpectedly went neck blood, her hospitalized and put the terrible diagnosis – tuberculosis. The diagnosis of shocking – because, as she own admission, she had never even flu sick.
A woman is treated extensively, and has the effect of treatment – she is recovering, but needs time to rehabilitate. Her friend angry and horrified, though, it seems not for her, but rather for themselves. It prohibits grossly appear in her work and does not want to meet or talk. Require formal evidence of its recovery, accused of falsifying the results of treatment. His reaction hurt her, they look wild and mysterious against the background of previous "good" relationship. What really happened? I think I'm too confused, but trying to clarify their relationship, I draw attention to a single sentence, that this woman is dropped accidentally.