I hate to have to say this, but I'm done with you. Until you get your life together you're on your own. This isn't about you anymore, it's about me. It's about me surviving you. I don't even know if I love you anymore. I only know one thing...I dread you.
For the love of God and all that is holy are you ever going to grow a pair of nuts and stand up to her????????
Christ on a crutch!!!!! Wake the fuck up!!!! You are never, ever going to fill her cup to the brim. All she ever wants is more, more, more!!!! I have so much respect for you as a man but where she is concerned you are pathetic! She's not an angel, she's evil personified. I'm sorry, I know it's my fault. I know the bad seed gene comes from my side. But are you seriously that weak??? What's it going to take? Her cutting your heart out of your chest? Or would it be easier if she just cut the heart out of mine???
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I'll take that soap box now....
Try some hot water
Sometimes I want to ring his doorbell. Then when he opens the door I want to nut punch him as hard as I can. As he drops to his knees and whispers in a strain, "Whhhhyyyyyy". I just want to say, "You know why!" and then turn and walk away.
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Holy cow!
Was I married to you? (I have that effect on women.)
...I'll join you on that one.
I love the off season. Especially when I travel to Nags Head. A house that usually runs 5 grand a week in the high season is only 650 in the off season. An amazing multi media room, hot tub, solar heated pool and a view of the ocean that even for me knocked my socks off. Not to mention a ripping wave flow that I've been craving for close to a year. This was paradise....if only for awhile.
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birra
01:23 Apr 16 2013
Shall I send a box?
There will be air holes in it, I promise.