Beautiful but BonkersI used to see this girl from time to time. Face of an angel, body of a goddess, great in bed. The only downside was her emotional state. When she wasn't crying, she was screaming. Violence was never far from the agenda, and I finally called it quits when she sat down in the middle of a busy street, drunker than I thought possible, howling like a banshee and swearing at passers-by.
What kind of lunacy have you put up with in the name of lust?
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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Waited too long to post.Just about every major woman in my life has had or does have problems.
My first real g/f Trina was her name, we went out for a while, I'd been after her for a long time, went to stay with her sister in Birmingham for like three weeks, called me every day in tears for how much she missed the Weapon's sweet lovin', was elated when it was finally time to come home, I had flowers delivered as a welcome home, arranged a romantic dinner, followed by a movie and when she got back she dumped me, cold as ice, as though I were suddenly something she had stepped in. Oh, and she was allergic to flowers now.
Wendy, claimed she was raped when she was younger, which is why she wouldn't do it doggie style? I suspect she simply didn't care for it and didn't like to say. Also she claimed her flat had a poltergeist, which was proved by her shreiking, me coming into her room to find her clothes rack had been pushed over and pinned her to the ground, despite the fact that in the window's reflection I saw her do it herself....Then there's Mrs X. Whenever she gets drunk she hates me, I'm accused of being distrusting and controlling, I never let her do anything she wants and my family is rotten. I'm responsible for every bad thing that's happened since we married. Keep in mind this is all while drunk. When she sobers up the next morning, she remembers little of it, but it's still my fault, because of the way I treat her when drunk, sort of a self fulfilling prophecy, I expect her to behave badly so subconciously I make it happen. So I end up apologising. Luckily she drinks rarely, but Christmas is just around the corner, a time most people look forward to with joy and cheer, I approach with a sense of dread and foreboding. One year on Boxing day she punched me and busted my lip, when I pushed her away to avoid further assault, the police were called by my own family (twunts) and I was told ro leave the house. Spent the night on my friends couch.
(, Thu 23 Nov 2006, 8:28, Reply)
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