我的心理咨询专线电话铃声响过,传来一位女士的声音:“马老师,求您现在接待我好吗?我很想和您谈谈,我……”声音那样地微弱又那样地急切。我推迟了与其他求询者的会话时间,立刻答应了她的请求。很快,女士来到我的面前。这位叫心仪的女士是一位不过30岁的少妇,有些蓬乱的鬓发遮盖了略显清瘦的面庞,却遮盖不住心中的忧伤、哀怨、愁苦和无望。几经犹豫,她终于开口:“我……他,他欺骗了我,他欺骗了我这么长时间……”心仪的泪水已经滚落下来。我递给她 My voice counseling line phone rang, came a lady’s voice: “Teacher Ma, I beg you now welcome me? I would love to talk to you, I ... ...” sound is so weak and so Urgent. I postponed my meeting with other inquirers and immediately agreed to her request. Soon, the lady came in front of me. The favorite woman, a 30-year-old woman, covered her slightly thin face with disheveled hair but could not conceal her sadness, sadness, sorrow and hopelessness. After hesitation, she finally spoke: “I ... he, he cheated me, he cheated me for so long ... ” My favorite tears have rolled down. I handed it to her