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Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by '78, Aug 9, 2017.
This. Way to go, Crete!
You know Nav you're right and to be 100% honest it probably would have worked if the other chick hadn't been there(literally at my house that day)....I would have caved because I'm a loyal and sometimes too forgiving soft ass SOB..... At the same time I'm not sure I would have wanted to hurt the new one because at the time she treated me like a King....Well at least for the next 4 years she did. That one turned out to be a certified PSYCHO.... Yeah, nothing like coming home from work to find ALL of your sh!t gone.....Not once, because like I said I'm a soft ass, loyal person who tries to forgive, but TWICE.. but that's another story for another time.....and yes, she got hers in the end . Ain't karma a b!tch...even when you marry one.
I'm a softy too Crete. I let things go way longer than I should have in both of my marriages (especially the 2nd one). When you're in love, you tend to ignore signs that should be bright red neon signs...
you gotta learn to stay away from the latinas... even though they are smoking hot. Latina's are certifiably bat sheet cray cray.
Or you just try your best to be what a man is supposed to be...someone who sees things through good and bad times with someone you love....Either way there is a high percentage of women who have no respect for that quality today......
They're ALL bat sheet cray cray Durty. Latinas don't have a monopoly on that sh*t.
I may post some of that story later.....Not as nutty as your story but it changed me a lot...and cost me a lot of money.
Yep, and that's why I'm MGTOW now.
c'mon... even though the latina is not an ex-wife.... you have to tell the story now!
Reminds me of the scene from "Old School" when he came home unexpectedly... Not a wife, but I found out a girl cheated on me. I was so angry I periodically booty called and grudge f'ed her for years afterwards (while I was single). Not my proudest moment. Cray-Cray. Alex.
oh yea they do. Most women have some crazy to them, but latinas take that crap to the nth degree man. Trust me, and pretty much every other white dude whos ever dated one. No white girls compare to sexy latinas, not even close. My wife is very not crazy, we never fight about anything, ever. Shes as chill, fun, and easy going as can be. I learned my lesson the hard way and found a nice blonde haired, blue eyed caucasian girl.
Trust me, blue eyes and blond hair does not make a sane woman... You just got lucky.
Funny you mention that Durty, my ex happens to be a Latina. She has her moments but it's her mother who is bat sheet Cray Cray.
Brad I'm kind of the guy that really likes to have a woman around to be a part of my life so I guess at the time(I was 38) I fell too quickly since I had only been divorced for a few months when I met her...The first couple of things that attracted me to her was her "look".....She was literally about 5' tall, brown eyes and blonde hair(not real)...She might have weighted a buck o 5 at the most, and I kid you not when I tell you her fake Bozos barely fit under the big top...A few of my friends said they thought she might have been in the porn industry.... She had a certain look that I should have known better......but when she put her feet all the way behind her head and screamed Spanish cuss words at me during sex(gigante caballo pene!!!) I was toast.....First came the brand new Toyota Limited 4 Runner I bought her then a 1.5 karat engagement ring, matching earrings, clothes and even a deposit for a lot to build a new house on as well as paying off about 40K personal debt...Cloths, don't even ask.....She spent about $500-600 or so a month on manicures, pedicures and waxing....Brazilian cut. if you know what I mean..... Then it happened. Her mother who had been in remission from breast cancer for several years became active again and spread to her brain. At the same time her brother who lived close to us couldn't be reached for a week or so and we became concerned. I went to his house and could see him lying on the floor through the window of the living room. He had contracted Meningitis a week or so earlier but didn't want to tell anyone because he was also gay and had AIDS...If I hadn't forced my way into the house and called 911 he most likely would have died within the next 12-24 hours, it was that bad....Her mother went very quickly maybe a couple of months and her brothers recovery took over a month in the hospital....when he got out he had nowhere to go so I let him stay with us....You'd think this would make me a hero, right?...Wrong..We took care of her brother for a couple of months until he was well enough to go live with her Dad..... During this time she became ULTRA religious and committed to a local church. She even converted from Catholic to Baptist but I just thought she would be Ok it was due to the tough times, right? She just wasn't herself but I let it go. Then I decided to take a job and close down a small side business we had started together. Maybe not being so close all the time would make her appreciate me again.......First f vcking day on the job I come home and notice everything in the house is GONE......We had been engaged for about a year at this point and she even promised her mother on her death bed she would marry me.....I was pretty shocked but remained composed, when to Target and bought myself a microwave and coffee pot for the next morning ....Off to work I went for about 4 or 5 weeks trying to stabilize my self and start again......Then she calls and tells me she was pissed that I let a month go by without trying to call her to find out why....Anyway after some talking we agreed to begin seeing each other again but live apart....Well slowly but surely over a few months she had moved a lot of things back into my house so I felt the time was right to ask her again about getting married. I thought it went well......until I came home again and damned...she even took the new stuff I bought ....Oh **** me I thought never again......Well wouldn't ya know about 4 months after that I came home from work one day and found her sitting in my driveway....Yup you guessed it my weener got the best of me again and we started shacking up ...again. Another 2 or 3 months went by and I noticed a similar pattern building in her behavior...Well as luck would have it I got called to go to Dallas for a 2 day training class for work... When I began digging through the closet and attic to find a suitcase I noticed a lot of items packed up,,,Well I knew this time what was coming so I went into the bathroom and took the engagement ring and diamond earrings as well as an emerald bracelet that I had bought her and walked into the bedroom to tell her to just leave now and spare me the drama....She gets up and goes to the bathroom where she always put the ring and jewelry before going to bed. She came back out and DEMANDED that I give her the ring back....F vck that I told her, she had kept it the 2 previous times, and the b!tch straight up lost her marbles Broke a huge hanging mirror, ripped a phone out of the wall and broke several glasses that were sitting on the dining room table before leaving..... Last I saw of her until she stopped by out of the blue 3 months later....which just happened to be the same day I finished moving one of her best friends(Filipino) into my house good times I tel lya....
I live a boring life
Edited the thread title. It's really about us guys who've gotten screwed. Sorry for the moment of insanity.
Yeah, I thought I had some good breakup stories too.
Holy crap. If these stories become made-for-TV movies, you probably won't see them on the Disney channel.
First wife,........perfect in most ways...........except one of the most important ways.............together almost married 25 years and together 30. Divorce was final on our 25 anniversary. Second , great in that way #1 wasnt but OCD times ten. And her family is like those I read about in Dear Abby or Ann Landers growing up. I used to wonder where those people were. I found them. Like I tell people. God has a real sense of humor and probably smiles when he observes me if not actually laughs out loud. My naivete is fine in my profession but did not serve me well in life. (and some of you think it is an act)
I'd really love to introduce you to MGTOW. I believe you'd benefit greatly from it.
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