Before Lily, there was irritation, coldness, and arguments out of the blue in our home. We were both tired, but didn't know how to get out of it. At first, we didn't believe that someone from the outside could really help. But after the first meeting, we felt relief. It was like turning on the light in a dark room. Lily removed what was dragging us down - old grievances, misunderstandings, scraps of other people's attitudes. Now it's as if we are building a relationship anew - on a clean slate. And this is her great merit. Her contacts (+380638055486 - WhatsApp Viaiber; +19297133433 - regular communication)
I cried. I humiliated myself. I held on to him like air. And he looked at me coldly and left for another... Lilya became my last hope. I didn't know if she would help - I just wrote at night, not expecting an answer. But she answered. And she said: "He will come back. Just trust him." Four days later he came. He sat on the floor by the door and cried like a child. He said: "You are my family. I can't live without you." I thought this couldn't happen. Lilya - you are not just a person. You are a miracle. You are an angel. Thank you for my happiness. Her contacts: +380638055486 (WhatsApp, Viber), +19297133433 (regular call).
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