Crappy relationships
"Recently," Broken Arrow tells us, "The missus informed me that her brother was moving with us." What has your partner done that's convinced you the magic's gone? "Breathe" is not an answer.
( , Thu 21 Oct 2010, 12:33)
"Recently," Broken Arrow tells us, "The missus informed me that her brother was moving with us." What has your partner done that's convinced you the magic's gone? "Breathe" is not an answer.
( , Thu 21 Oct 2010, 12:33)
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Ye gods above
One of my ex's is batshit insane. Some brief pointers that I'd like to make about her, we shall call her Becky, for that is her name, and because quite frankly, I don't give a shit if her or any of her mates reads this and happens to twig on about who I am. I've mentioned her in previous stories, and I'll be recounting some of them.
- She was a bit of a slag. Not the words of a jilted ex-lover, but true facts. Before ensnaring me, she slept with around 35 people, both men and women alike. In the space of about two months, if that. Threesomes were regular occurrences, as was sex everywhere, including one notable time where she shagged someone in a pub, after asking him if he had a condom on him, and when he made affirmative noises, sat on his lap, hoiked her skirt up in strategic places, and let him do her then and there.
- After getting with me, when my only previous proper sexual encounter before her had been a very dodgy one night stand with one of her ex-boyfriends (don't ask), she proceeded to belittle my efforts in bed at first, despite the whole me not having slept with a woman before her. This lead to two things, one of which was me gaining skills in pleasing her very quickly, and the other was an absolutely destroyed self esteem, because I was feeling like I couldn't match up to her previous lovers, all because she kept harping on about some previous lovers that she thought were better than me.
- Never trusted me going out with friends to pubs or clubs. I will freely admit though that I didn't trust her, especially as she used to get dressed up (or down), into a corset, a really short mini-skirt, and thigh-high boots. Apparently I should have trusted her not to do anything, despite a proven track record of her cheating with other men, and the fact that she didn't trust me. I will freely admit again, that the reason why she didn't trust me was because I had a drinking problem. I think I drank to numb the fact that I was nobbing her.
- Me and her parents didn't get on. See the "Mums" answer in my profile for exactly why me and her mum didn't get on, as I'm not pearoasting it here.
- The thing that should have convinced me that the 'magic' had gone was a spectacular argument, with both me and her screaming at each other loud enough to be heard not only on ground floor, but in the street, when we were four floors up, with the windows closed. She tried to strangle me during this argument as well, and shouted that if I broke up with her, I'd be alone forever and I'd never be able to find anyone else. My witty retort to this was to just gasp for air and turn a bit blue and throw up a bit. I think the fact that she'd get done for murder, rather than my actual death, was what saved me.
- The final straw, the final thing that convinced me the magic was gone, was her outright ditching me, and shacking up with a 'friend' from the drama club she used to go to at university. I was heart-broken and mentally unsound at the same time, as I'd been diagnosed as being bipolar type 2, and had tried to commit suicide pretty much before she ditched me, and then told me "Yeah, I'm not going to see any men for at least six months", before shacking up with above-mentioned friend three days later. She's now engaged to him.
Thank fuck I'm no longer in that relationship. I'd either be six feet under or locked in prison by now.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2010, 0:06, 4 replies)
One of my ex's is batshit insane. Some brief pointers that I'd like to make about her, we shall call her Becky, for that is her name, and because quite frankly, I don't give a shit if her or any of her mates reads this and happens to twig on about who I am. I've mentioned her in previous stories, and I'll be recounting some of them.
- She was a bit of a slag. Not the words of a jilted ex-lover, but true facts. Before ensnaring me, she slept with around 35 people, both men and women alike. In the space of about two months, if that. Threesomes were regular occurrences, as was sex everywhere, including one notable time where she shagged someone in a pub, after asking him if he had a condom on him, and when he made affirmative noises, sat on his lap, hoiked her skirt up in strategic places, and let him do her then and there.
- After getting with me, when my only previous proper sexual encounter before her had been a very dodgy one night stand with one of her ex-boyfriends (don't ask), she proceeded to belittle my efforts in bed at first, despite the whole me not having slept with a woman before her. This lead to two things, one of which was me gaining skills in pleasing her very quickly, and the other was an absolutely destroyed self esteem, because I was feeling like I couldn't match up to her previous lovers, all because she kept harping on about some previous lovers that she thought were better than me.
- Never trusted me going out with friends to pubs or clubs. I will freely admit though that I didn't trust her, especially as she used to get dressed up (or down), into a corset, a really short mini-skirt, and thigh-high boots. Apparently I should have trusted her not to do anything, despite a proven track record of her cheating with other men, and the fact that she didn't trust me. I will freely admit again, that the reason why she didn't trust me was because I had a drinking problem. I think I drank to numb the fact that I was nobbing her.
- Me and her parents didn't get on. See the "Mums" answer in my profile for exactly why me and her mum didn't get on, as I'm not pearoasting it here.
- The thing that should have convinced me that the 'magic' had gone was a spectacular argument, with both me and her screaming at each other loud enough to be heard not only on ground floor, but in the street, when we were four floors up, with the windows closed. She tried to strangle me during this argument as well, and shouted that if I broke up with her, I'd be alone forever and I'd never be able to find anyone else. My witty retort to this was to just gasp for air and turn a bit blue and throw up a bit. I think the fact that she'd get done for murder, rather than my actual death, was what saved me.
- The final straw, the final thing that convinced me the magic was gone, was her outright ditching me, and shacking up with a 'friend' from the drama club she used to go to at university. I was heart-broken and mentally unsound at the same time, as I'd been diagnosed as being bipolar type 2, and had tried to commit suicide pretty much before she ditched me, and then told me "Yeah, I'm not going to see any men for at least six months", before shacking up with above-mentioned friend three days later. She's now engaged to him.
Thank fuck I'm no longer in that relationship. I'd either be six feet under or locked in prison by now.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2010, 0:06, 4 replies)
Not that you need me to tell you
But you are so much better off without someone like that! Only in it for herself, sounds like, and people like that rarely change for the better.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2010, 1:22, closed)
But you are so much better off without someone like that! Only in it for herself, sounds like, and people like that rarely change for the better.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2010, 1:22, closed)
Yeah, she really was only in it for herself
I pity her fiancee, he has to deal with her temper tantrums and general insanity now.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2010, 11:34, closed)
I pity her fiancee, he has to deal with her temper tantrums and general insanity now.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2010, 11:34, closed)
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