Split up with the lady, now a hot blond wants me to spend the night.... advice?

[FreakMonster]

That's right. The stunning blonde I was with was the same way. She was married, and had two small kids, then got divorced becuase her husband was abusive. Then she had a b/f before me, and he was abusive not only to her, but to her kids too!

Then I come along, and it is love at first sight just as it was with you and your g/f. We connected immediately, everything in common. I made her laugh her ass off, just joking around and shit. I even went way out of my way helping her with some problems such as fixing her car (I am a mechanic), taking her kids to the sitter while she is at work, etc. Every little detail was just perfect. We had a blast doing nothing at all, just being together. Then, almost overnight she is gone. Doesn't even want to talk about it. What in the hell kind of fucking shit is that? I guess all of that wasn't good enough.

I agree about the love and companionship over the sex. But I am in a state where I am so pissed off, I don't give a fuck about any bitch. Women have gotten a very bad reputation for being completely unreliable and not making any damn sense.

Men, more often than not, usually know what they want, and are more sensible, and things are based on fact. Women make rash decisions on the spur of the moment, based on feelings at the time without thinking of the consequences, and then many times they later regret it.

That's pretty fucked up!!

Ever find out what was the cause for the break up?

 

[Big Brother Val]

That's my problem now. I'm starting to resent women in general. The clothes, the attitude, the fact that they flirt their asses off with ugly fat fucks when you know damn well they're married.

What is it with the need for physical attention with women? When the hell did all this start? They get pissed off about being used for sex... yet that's all they'll fuckin' sell.

The only difference between a classy girl and a slut now-days is that the slut actually fucks the guys. The classy girl just teases them with it. But they all dress the same.

That's so fucked up.

I'm sorry to hear about the lady, though, man. Sounds like you guys were great together. I wonder what it was that clicked in her head that made her decide to turn the other way. How could she justify it.

This attitude of "She has a beautiful body, she has the right to show it" shit sucks. Granted... it's totally true. It is her body. She can show it. It is her right. But why would she want to be looked at like a piece of meat, rather than cherished and respected at home?

The more I think about it, the more it pisses me off, and breaks my heart.

 

[badazzwhitedude]

That's pretty fucked up!!

Ever find out what was the cause for the break up?

No fucking clue.

 

[badazzwhitedude]

Personally, BBV, I have never cared about my girl dressing sexy. My last girl did it from time to time, but I suppose I am not as jealous of a person as you are. I remember you saying that you are jealous.

The only thing about my last girl, is she did start on Prozac shortly before we broke up, and when it kicked in, she was tired all the time, and she seemed to change a lot. I don't know if that may have had something to do with it. She did have a lot of probs. But I remember people saying that anti-deppressants can take away SOME peoples emotions completely. Whether that had something to do with it or not, I don't know.

I really hate to see you going through with this BBV. It's easy to say just leave the bitch and go somewhere else. But I know it's hard and I know the feeling of trying to do everything to just make things work, and the feeling of uncertainty.

 

[Big Brother Val]

Not knowing is extremely hard. But at the same time, I wonder if you'd really want to know. I don't think she could give an answer that would make sense, or that you could understand.

I'm sorry, man. That's rough.

 

[Budman]

B B Val,
Ok make it a 12 pack of soda, a bag of tortillas and some salsa and some good porn then..lol

 

[Big Brother Val]

And you're right... I can say to myself: "Damnit, Val... you're tired of feeling like this... you deserve better... get the fuck out!" And others can say it too. And I know I could survive without her. I just really don't want to.

And I don't think I'd mind her clothes if they weren't as tight as they are... but form fitting is okay... if I KNEW she gave a shit. If she doesn't care... what's to stop her from going further than just showing it?

If I knew she loved me like I love her... man... it would be totally different. I just don't think I can hang on anymore.

 

[Big Brother Val]

HA HA HA!! Right on, Budman. Sounds like a nice night. Gotta go lesbian porn though. I hate to see a big ol' dick floppin' around the screen. Can't get turned on watchin' that.

 

[hardbdygrl]

val,, to sit and wonder sucks!!!! it will drive you crazy.... yes i know u love her with all your heart,,,,but why do u want to be with someone who does not feel the same????? its not fair to you...........i know its hard to just leave,,,,,,,,but if you stay u are only going to get hurt more,,,,,ok so say she will change,,,,ok great,,but how long do u think that will last??? changing b/c u want her to,,not b/c she wants to and maybe down the road she will resent u for that and start doing all this shit all over again!!

i dont know just a thought

 

[Big Brother Val]

I think you're right, HBG. I do. I think if she changes just because I say so... she'll get pissed at it, and sneak out the tight clothes more, and resent me even more.

That's not good.

That's why I don't tell her not to wear them. I just say that it bothers me that she does. And it didn't even bother me, until she started becoming distant, and not listening or communicating with me anymore. That was when I brought up the stuff about the clothes. And I try to tell her that. It's not so much the clothes... it's her mentality on the attention her body gets. And her mentality about me.

And you're also right on the fact that I can't just sit and wait for it to happen. And leaving her is like getting ready to jump off a cliff. You're scared to death to do it, and it seems impossible to get the balls up to go... but it only takes one big step.