We've gone from a semi-entertaining story to an online blog or diary. I don't like blogs or diaries. 

Had a major breakthrough with Chuck yesterday evening. He called me "dad" by mistake then looked embarrassed. I said I didn't mind. He said his real dad is a "fuckface" (I didn't approve of the language but I didn't want to stop him talking during this breakthrough) and that he would rather have me as a dad. I said I would be proud to call him my son. YES!
My girlfriend is away finalizing the divorce (she said they had to do it out of state because they were married out of state...or something, I wasn't really listening, legal talk bores me) and when she comes back it will be the start of the next chapter of our lives together. Our long perfect lives together. I'm hoping AT LEAST sixty years together, but that would make her over 90 when she dies. I think she can do it, life expetancy is going up all the time.
but, but, he might kick back!
And not being interested in his gf's divorce seems kinda off, right? If he's planning on spending the next 60 years with this woman (after dating a couple of months), seems it would be more enjoyable if she wasn't another man's husband during that time (unless you're into that sort of thing).
Having a kid call you "dad" after a couple months of dating is kinda off as well. Can't imagine how bad of a "fuckface" the real dad would have to be for our own 20 year old, penniless, "Keep it in the family" MadBaggins to start looking like a gem...
Oh, and the kid is "weird". You should beat him mercilessly with an extension cord. It's your duty as a father.
I've tuned out. Someone send me a PM when something of interest actually occurs, like the mom sharing a motel room with her husband out of state "to save money" or something like that. Hell, even more drunk art would liven this up.![]()
It's not like any teen movie is going to convey that message.Speaking of bullying, some kids were picking on Chuck (not his name, but I'm tired of saying "the boy") yesterday and I chased them off. I told him he shouldn't be ashamed of who and what he is and he should be himself and if he does that he can get through anything in life. I hope these words stick with him for a long time.
Extreme, but I can understand fearing the cousin.Things are going well with my girlfriend again. My cousin hasn't stuck her big nose in again. She did send a card inviting my girlfriend to go to an art exhibtion put on by her lesbian lover, but I burned it before my girlfriend got home.
"Breakthrough", really? Don't make yourself sound like a shrink. If you were one, (what an funny idea!) I would in the least be doubtful of your respect of the rules about confidentiality.Had a major breakthrough with Chuck yesterday evening.
Don't mess him up. And stop bringing him up (in the thread, of course!He called me "dad" by mistake then looked embarrassed. I said I didn't mind. He said his real dad is a "fuckface" (I didn't approve of the language but I didn't want to stop him talking during this breakthrough) and that he would rather have me as a dad. I said I would be proud to call him my son. YES!
That isn't very wise if you're involved with her, "for ten thousands of years". BTW, with that kind of style, I'm beginning to wonder if Chuck (or his sister, or both) isn't the real author of this thread.My girlfriend is away finalizing the divorce [...] I wasn't really listening, legal talk bores me
Man, life expectancy is the least of your worries. Next, you're going to compare yourself to Lord of the Rings characters. Sure, Aragorn dates an older woman and they both have long life expectancies. But at least he's an adult!and when she comes back it will be the start of the next chapter of our lives together. Our long perfect lives together. I'm hoping AT LEAST sixty years together, but that would make her over 90 when she dies. I think she can do it, life expetancy is going up all the time.
he could move on with her life with me, forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
She made me feel like a naive child with no understand of adult relationships and I am NOT one of those!
Dude, really? Would've been hard for the writers to have you cut yourself or drink yourself to near death? Ice cream? What the fuck?I went downstairs at 4am while she slept and ate ice cream and silently wept.
About the you not being adult enough? Yes.Was she right?
No -- retaliate with your cousin!Was it okay for her to sleep with the bastard?
Am I just not adult enough? I don't know what to believe anymore. The world is so cynical. I'm an old romantic with the soul of a poet, I wasn't meant for this world.![]()
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I can barely type I'm shaking so much. I don't know what to feel anymore. On the surface everything seems fine. But my core has been shattered like ice. I feel like crying but I'm too numb.
It started when my girlfriend got back yesterday. She told me how much she loved me and we embraced.
We were ready for our bodies to entwine but I wanted to show her what kind of a man I am by asking her about her feelings and how it had went with her ex.
She said it went well. She said they had finally reached a resolution, that their relationship had come "full circle" and she could move on with her life with me, forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
Then, while I was getting some orange juice, she casually mentioned that she had slept with him the day before.
I span around. I threw the oranage by accident as I did, all over her. She put up her hands like I was going to hit her.
She was shocked. She yelled and sweared. THE KIDS WERE IN THE HOUSE THEY COULD HAVE HEARD.
I cowered back.
I COWERED.
I was shocked at this. She asked where the HELL I got off throwing orange over her.
I said it was an accident then hit back by asking her why she slept with that jerkosaur of an ex.
She just stared at me as if I was stupid, as if I should just naturally understand.
She said she'd already told me, it was to provide resolution, to come "full circle".
She said it was necessarily for the relationship to end so she could move on. She said she thought I'd understand that and that it was "quite normal" for adults to do things like this.
QUITE NORMAL. HOW IS IT NORMAL. THEY'VE SPLIT, SHE'S WITH ME, THAT'S NOT NORMAL, GAH FUCK FfUCKSDF DNDLSF
Sorry. I'm punching my keyboard with my fist in rage here.
I didn't know what to say. She went on and on about how it was an "accepted practice" that she'd done with exes before (she married him young, how many could she have!?)
and that if I'd had more relationships I'd understand.
She made me feel like a naive child with no understand of adult relationships and I am NOT one of those!
She was so convincing though that I almost believe myself that I was right that I had overreacted. She pointed out that her marriage to him hadn't been over until the final act of sexual dis-unity (as she called it.)
She said now she was with me fully and would never sleep wtih another man, but as of yesterday she was still partly with him. I couldn't believe this shit.
But there was nothing I could do. She was so convincing. She had an answer for everything I said. And I still loved her, even in that moment. I cleaned up the orange juice and apologized.
We made love that night. She orgasmed but I could barely feel mine.
She thinks we're closer than ever, but in my heart we're far apart.
I went downstairs at 4am while she slept and ate ice cream and silently wept.
I don't know what to do. I love her and the kids and I want to be with them. Was she right?
Meh.Was it okay for her to sleep with the bastard?
Nope!Am I just not adult enough? I don't know what to believe anymore. The world is so cynical. I'm an old romantic with the soul of a poet, I wasn't meant for this world.![]()
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I have received the BagsSignal!Well, at least you put an effort forth this time. Someone call Mallory!
Mallory said:Someone send me a PM when something of interest actually occurs, like the mom sharing a motel room with her husband out of state "to save money" or something like that.
I knew it! Damn that slut!MadBaggins said:Then, while I was getting some orange juice, she casually mentioned that she had slept with him the day before.
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