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how annoying are women?

ArcspacE said:
If you really feel telling her that in the first place - surely you're not aiming to keep her for much longer afterwards?

(you can still say it quietly though on your way out of the room, having lost the argument. Again)
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How about those times when you're not in a relationship but have been close to said woman; you think, well know, if she gave things a chance then it would be good, she instead mugs you about, you can't know why as you've had too many close moments but in the end you feel like you're wasting time because she's scared or whatever to take that chance.

You want to plague her with insults but know that, by doing so, you only create an environment in which you have surrendered any chance of a future between you & her.
 
I think you simply need to cut your losses (and lost time) and move on, pal

Plenty of fish out there - in a few months the endorphines in your brain would have equalised and you'd move on both emotionally and psychologically
 
You're probably right but I can't escape that I've been made to feel like pondlife scum by her, for no apparent reason, and that I have no worth. I think in many ways it's worse because it feels like she has one over on me & I can't stand it.

I hate lack of control of a situation, like here. But, realistically, if I can clear my head, I should be able to fimd someone a lot better quickly. I think I have a lot more to offer.
 
She didn't make you feel like that. You made yourself feel like pondlife scum - i.e. your expectations (created by yourself and your brain) have not been met hence the resulting disapointment. Put it this way - perhaps she's not good enough for you and not worth your attention.

Quickest remedy would be to close that chapter in your life asap, get hanging our with mates, go out more, chat to strangers more, meet people, get your confidence up and going again. Our brains tend to subconsciously block off negative experience (unless of course you go digging again) - you'd be surprised how quickly you'd be able to look back and laugh about it.

Nothing, absolutely nothing is more improtant than maximising the brief moment you have on this planet as a living organism - you are alive and able - opporunities are endless. And you'd only be around for a few seconds (in the bigger scheme of things, of course). You could become a austronaut or invent a cancer remedy. Or coach Spurs one day. Or end up as a bum. Or die tomorrow on your way to buy the newspaper. What you shouldn't do however is sulk over things in the past - nothing can change that. Nothing. Look up and look forward. Yes, it was crushing losing to those qunts in the last minute but we need to look forwards and hope for better days. Better days, pal
 
As some of you may know from my "new born yiddo" thread that we've recently had a boy. 2 weeks prior to her giving birth i fudged up whilst on a night out, got a bit of attention from another female and fell for it so started texting her. Long story short, brick hit the fan when it all come out (we didn't progress from texting tho) and i was booted out. We talked and worked things out and i was back the same day.
Things were alot better, we had the boy and this brought us closer. I always felt tho i was treading on eggshells after what i did and that the smallest thing could see her giving me the boot.
Last night (6 weeks after the incident) my fears were realised and she literally switched from being all huggy and kissy with me to making snide comments bout me cheating, then she just turned, started demanding i tell her again what happened, why i did it, etc.
Said she hated me, could never trust me again and i can move back to my parents and she'll decide when i can see my son! Thing is something similar to this happened a week ago and the next day she was quiet with me but by the end of the day back to normal asif nothing happened!? This is what i mean by treading on eggshells, seems she can turn at any moment and i never know if "this is it" or not? Not spoke to her this morning and fear that it is it... But my biggest worry is missing out on seeing my boy every day. He'll be a month old sunday so all the best bits ill be losing out on!

I know this is prob a tad heavy for a forum but im sure im not alone with my predicament, someone else has prob been through similar?
 
That's heavy, mate - takes quite a bit to share it on here. Respect

Having just been through pregnancy her hormone levels are still busy equalising (hence some of the mood swings) - but your actions aren't helping either. Problem is - now she has massive leverage agianst you which wouldn't prescribe for a very, very long time - i.e. she can (and probably will) refer to that incident every time it suits the argument. Unfair, I know. Mine sometimes refers to things which happened 5 or more years ago and demands from it.

What I would personally do is attempt to sit down and talk sensibly about it. Explain how you're a family now and need to form a solid foundation for your kid to grow up in. Nothing worse than a broken home. Try and put things in the past aside - tell her how much you regret everyhing and feel you're far more mature now and feel repsonisble towards your son. Them 2 are your priorities now and nothing else matters.

I know quite a few couples go through similar situations during the first pregnancy due to the resulting arguments, mood swings, lack of sex, change of priorities (from her side towards the newborn), etc. I know a fair amont people who've cheated on their wives during such times. That doesn't make it right of course but explain to her - you can either split up and fudge up both your lives and most imprtantly your son's or exercise one of the greatest human ailtities possible - the power to forgive. Forgive and learn from our mistake and become wiser instead of weaker and doubtful. We all fcuk up - it's what we take from it.

Tough one
 
ArcspacE said:
I thought we were discussing telling her off, not murder ;)
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To quote Axl Rose: "This is the only song written like a fantasy or joke, but sometimes, when your girlfriend (or boyfriend) is a pain in the ass, you just wish you could cut their head off, stick it in a bag and bury it in the back yard."
 
They are very annoying, even when they're not home and you're in bed having a strange, but decent dream.

So last night the mother of my child was working night shift over at the nursery home. Alone in the house, I went crazy and ate some leftover taco followed by falling asleep in front of the TV without having brushed my teeth. This party was on!
I then woke up at around 3:00. Can't remember what was on TV at that time, but it was probably brick and certainly not porn (because all porn is banned from TV, so when the TV-guide says "Assholiacs" or something, all you get is a black screen - and it's not a closeup scene from the film). You can get soft porn, but so what? That's like watching a baseball match without bats or gloves, wtf?

Anyways, I pick myself up from the sofa and turn off some lights, say hello to the cat and remember I got some clothes in the machine. Fudge. I hang the clothes and find the bed. Having it all to myself, I immediately take full advantage of the extra space and take the star position, trying to reach all four corners at the same time. I pop on "I, Partridge" on my ear plugs and await the next round of sleep. I get there, and it's not pretty.

I'm on a log ride and some theme park. Not a tunnel of love type of log ride, more like a roller coaster with loops and free falls. An obese woman is on the log with me, she loves me. I, not so much in love with her. She tells me I'm superficial and can't look beyond her mountains of lard and cracks of sweat. She's not wrong, I can't, I won't, I wouldn't. Add to the fact she's not cute or that I've never met her before, and we have a full on non-love story. So there ends the log ride. She's cries and seeks comfort with her sister who was not on the log, not enough room. They're hugely related. The sister yells at me, giving me the same sappy story I received 2 minutes ago. I'm playing Stevie Wonder's 'Superstition' in my head now, but I've swapped the lyrics to 'very superficial'. I calm the sisters down.

"Girls, girls! I'm not unreasonable. If you ever meet Tony Robbins, have him give me a call and we'll see how things pan out, ok?"

Who knows, they might have good hearts.

There's a change of scenes. Out with the fatties and in with a ski lodge somewhere up in the Swiss Alps. I've been skiing for a while because my feet are cold. Not a problem though, there's wood on the fire, hot drinks, hot chicks and hot talk going on. It's almost like I've fallen assward back into a eastern European model ski trip, and that's not the worst you can do. The ladies are extremely good looking and they have welcomed me like Sir Galahad at Zoot Castle. One even offered to let me warm my cold feet on her muff, thankyouverymuch.

Suddenly I hear someone shout my name, loudly too I might add, and I hear the sound of a door being slammed shut. This wakes me up and I sit upright in the bed, a bit confused and half certain someone is in my house with the intent of killing me dead in my bed. I start thinking that this can't be it, I haven't even had the chance to golf this year... Damnit. I check the night stand clock radio, it's 5:33am, while listening for footsteps, an axed being dragged on the floor or any sound that killers make. I hear nothing and I conclude that it was only my stupid self who woke me up from my soon to be pretty decent dream. We're not having any of that!

Women, ey?
No? Wrong thread? Any of you tend to wake up when the going gets awesome?
 
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