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10 Signs You're Being Treated Like A Doormat [EXPERT]
Do men walk all over you?

10 Signs You're Being Treated Like A Doormat

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There's a fine line between being generous and being a sucker.

So, what is a doormat anyway? A doormat is a woman who bends over backwards to please her man, a woman who will do whatever it takes to try to make her man happy, no matter how badly he treats her. Here are ten red flags that you're being used as a doormat in your relationships.

What Is Uncondtional Love?

What Is Uncondtional Love?

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Most have a wrong idea about what unconditional love means. This article explains it!

There is no phrase so misinterpreted as "unconditional love." People use it as an excuse to stay in bad relationships. They use it as some ideal they chase when they are not even sure what it means. They use it when they say, "I believe in marriage." or "I believe in loving someone until they can love themselves." or "I'm religious and want to love unconditionally." or "I can't say 'if you do this, I'm out' because that is not unconditional love." None of those things are unconditional love.

Do You Need a Career Detox?

Do You Need a Career Detox?

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Ladies, it's time to stop dreading coming back from vacation...

You find yourself spending all of your free work moments planning your vacation. You allocate more time to choosing a bathing suit (bikini!) than focusing on the report on your desk (financial statement... *sigh*) And you count down the days till you can get out of the office and finally hit the beach. Is this you?

How To Lose 10 Pounds Without Trying

How To Lose 10 Pounds Without Trying

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Weight loss secrets you won't believe! They are so simple, thin people don't even know they do it!

It was Mother's Day brunch. I was 12 and my sister was 10. My family was notorious for going to brunches. As a child I remember waiting up to an hour just to get into a good Sunday brunch. This day we had already gotten up for seconds. Then thirds. After all, brunch is a time to splurge! I was half way through my third round of little desert cakes, bacon and scrambled eggs when I looked over and noticed that my sister had stopped eating. "What's wrong?" I inquired dumbfounded. We were at brunch after all; you are supposed to stuff yourself silly.

Are We Living For Working Or Are We Working For Living?

Are We Living For Working Or Are We Working For Living?

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With the focus of attention and awareness we can command our life to greater balance. How? Read here

As a last argument in a debate, my best friend asked her husband: - “Are we living for working or are we working for living?” You can guess; the argument was about how much time they spend with working and how much they have left for the family. How many of us are in the same situation? The economy is quite challenging lately, we want to maintain, even flourish our businesses, no matter if they are currently small or large. We try everything what we can to make it happen; but for what price?

The "One And Only" Does Exist?

The "One And Only" Does Exist?

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Find a good match and make the relationship work: before and after marriage challenges.

In my opinion, this concept is the product of western civilization which assumes that you simply have to find your “true love”, progress your way through to the wedding ceremony; then you are primed to live “Happily Ever After”. The main emphasis is on the choice: you choose “The Right One”, later in the courtship you might be confronted with complications, but undoubtedly everything will quickly turn into roses at the “I do.”

The Magic Of Dreams

The Magic Of Dreams

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Why are dreams important, how to interpret its symbols? What to do with recurring dreams and series?

‘…I was by the cosmetics, standing before the mirror and trying to pull off a tiny piece of dead skin from my face. Instead of coming off, it pulled more skin with it. I wanted to get rid of them too, which pulled even more… and a bigger piece, one after another and it just wouldn’t stop. Slowly my naked face stared back at me with the pure muscles exposed without any layer of skin remaining. A cosmetician appeared behind me and nonchalantly stated: You will recover soon…’