So IDK if anyone whose reading this has read my other posts full of "self-pity" but tonight I really am feeling sorry for myself. I'm not really sure where I should begin but I guess this will have to do...
I have orientation for a job tomorrow but I'm considering not even going. I have to pay child support to stay out of prison, I'm currently in a court case taking a plea bargain for 5 years probation. The charge is a class D felony for not paying child support. Tonight, I don't even care if I get locked up again. No bills, 3 square meals a day and during my previous short stays in jail, I've only met people that I like and got a long with.
Outside of jail, I have no friends. The ones I used to have all fucked me over at one time or another, or they're dead, or they moved out of state. The past few years I've become a complete hermit. I only leave the house to go to the store or accompany family members or go visit my wife's parents. I don't really mind that. I enjoy being alone I just don't like people.
Tonight me and my ol' lady got in a small argument about how we would decorate our house when we got our own place. She wants all girly things, like a hello kitty bathroom, the living room fan with glitter glued all over it, things no man is interested in having. I tried to compromise, I told her I could live with a hello kitty bathroom if she would let me decorate the living room in Old Norse things... Viking style battleaxes and shields hung on the wall, a bust of Odin, etc. She said that stuff would look weird, and I pointed out how a lot of people have crosses and little statues of Jesus in their living room and she pretty much completely trashed my beliefs and said that those things were fine but the things I want would look ugly and trashy.
I got angry at her bashing my religion and heritage and told her I was sick of everything having to be her way all of the time and she started talking about not even wanting to live in this town because all of the women are whores and have kids and stuff. In retaliation I pointed out how she's only 19 and has wanted a kid since we got married and all my friends with kids are older and have had sex with less men than she has so she must be a huge whore.
I hate whores and always have. I've dated women and found out they were whores the hard way. My daughter's mother is a big whore, she didn't even know if my kid was mine until we got a DNA test.
The first time we ever talked about how many people we'd slept with, my ol' lady said she could count them all on 1 hand. Later after we had been together for awhile she claimed to have slept with 10 guys including me. I didn't like it.
I'm a very primal man. The thought of someone else touching what belongs to me, let alone being inside of it drives up a rage and fury, I swear I could honestly kill a man when I think about it. When I was with my daughter's mom and she admitted to not know who the dad was I put the other guy in the hospital and it took 3 people to pull me off him because I wasn't gonna stop until he was dead. I understand that my ol' lady didn't cheat on me, that these guys were before me, but to me its no different. A man has to own his pussy. In my eyes, shes always been mine and with that state of mind, every man shes been with before me is another blow to my heart.
I never told her how I felt because by the time she told me 10 guys I had developed very strong feelings for her and didn't want to let her past ruin our future, but it always ate at me from the inside and every time we were at the store and one of her ex's stopped to say hi to her I had to clinch my fists and close my eyes until he was gone because I knew if I didn't I'd attack him.
Now, after we had this little fight that resulted in me calling her a whore for the first time, she said that she has always wanted to tell me that she lied but she couldn't find the right time and she always felt horrible because everytime she mentions one of her friends who act slutty, I tell her I don't like em cuz I hate all whores. And that she really only slept with 3, including me. Now, I can believe this because out of all the time we've been together and all of the times we've ran into her ex's I've only met 2 of her ex boyfriends and the only ones she has ever mentioned are the 2 that I've met. So I really do believe that its very possible I'm only her 3rd man. She claims she lied and said there were more people because she didn't want me to think she was lame because she knows I've been with somewhat a lot of people myself. But to me its just not the same. A man who is a whore isn't a whore. Women aren't inside of men, men are inside of them. You can wash off your dick but you can't wash off how many people have been inside you.
As we were talking honestly, we discussed a few more things. One of the men she had been with longer than our entire relationship, let alone our short marriage, but I found out that the 2nd guy she had been with WHILE she was still with the first one. That really fucked me up. I don't know if I'll be able to ever look at her the same way again. She did it to another man, one she had been with longer than me, what would stop her from doing the same thing to me?
On top of that she admitted that one of the guys was bigger than me. The one she cheated on her first guy with. Is the only thing thats kept her with me this long me being bigger than her first guy? What if she finds someone bigger like she did with him? I feel like all the love and nurture I've given our relationship has been built on lies.
A lot of women say size doesn't matter, but we all know it really does. I'm not small, but I'm not absolutely huge either. The guy she cheated with, according to her, was what I would consider pornstar huge.
Due to my past relationships with other women I have some really serious trust issues and since we tied the knot I've given her all of my trust, and since she told me all of this, I've had to sit here and think about every little thing she's ever told me trying to figure out if its truth or lie.
When I met her I was in a really bad place and was ready to just end it all. Everyday I look at her and it makes me think its all worth it. She's the only thing that's gave me the strength to keep pushing onward. But after tonight, what if I wake up in the morning and look at her and just want to die more than ever? What if I can't learn to cope with everything I've found out.
At this current time I honestly have no will or motivation to go to my job orientation. I don't care if I go to prison for 5 years or not, at least on the inside I'd have someone to talk to and not have to worry about woman problems. Maybe someone would shank me and make it all a little bit easier for me. I don't even know how to begin to make myself feel better. All the venting and whining in the world can't make this go away. All night, every time I look at her this little voice in my head says "she's had better, your nothing. She lied to you just like the rest." I'm at a breaking point and I've felt like this before and if I don't stop feeling like this I know another nervous breakdown is on its way.
I have orientation for a job tomorrow but I'm considering not even going. I have to pay child support to stay out of prison, I'm currently in a court case taking a plea bargain for 5 years probation. The charge is a class D felony for not paying child support. Tonight, I don't even care if I get locked up again. No bills, 3 square meals a day and during my previous short stays in jail, I've only met people that I like and got a long with.
Outside of jail, I have no friends. The ones I used to have all fucked me over at one time or another, or they're dead, or they moved out of state. The past few years I've become a complete hermit. I only leave the house to go to the store or accompany family members or go visit my wife's parents. I don't really mind that. I enjoy being alone I just don't like people.
Tonight me and my ol' lady got in a small argument about how we would decorate our house when we got our own place. She wants all girly things, like a hello kitty bathroom, the living room fan with glitter glued all over it, things no man is interested in having. I tried to compromise, I told her I could live with a hello kitty bathroom if she would let me decorate the living room in Old Norse things... Viking style battleaxes and shields hung on the wall, a bust of Odin, etc. She said that stuff would look weird, and I pointed out how a lot of people have crosses and little statues of Jesus in their living room and she pretty much completely trashed my beliefs and said that those things were fine but the things I want would look ugly and trashy.
I got angry at her bashing my religion and heritage and told her I was sick of everything having to be her way all of the time and she started talking about not even wanting to live in this town because all of the women are whores and have kids and stuff. In retaliation I pointed out how she's only 19 and has wanted a kid since we got married and all my friends with kids are older and have had sex with less men than she has so she must be a huge whore.
I hate whores and always have. I've dated women and found out they were whores the hard way. My daughter's mother is a big whore, she didn't even know if my kid was mine until we got a DNA test.
The first time we ever talked about how many people we'd slept with, my ol' lady said she could count them all on 1 hand. Later after we had been together for awhile she claimed to have slept with 10 guys including me. I didn't like it.
I'm a very primal man. The thought of someone else touching what belongs to me, let alone being inside of it drives up a rage and fury, I swear I could honestly kill a man when I think about it. When I was with my daughter's mom and she admitted to not know who the dad was I put the other guy in the hospital and it took 3 people to pull me off him because I wasn't gonna stop until he was dead. I understand that my ol' lady didn't cheat on me, that these guys were before me, but to me its no different. A man has to own his pussy. In my eyes, shes always been mine and with that state of mind, every man shes been with before me is another blow to my heart.
I never told her how I felt because by the time she told me 10 guys I had developed very strong feelings for her and didn't want to let her past ruin our future, but it always ate at me from the inside and every time we were at the store and one of her ex's stopped to say hi to her I had to clinch my fists and close my eyes until he was gone because I knew if I didn't I'd attack him.
Now, after we had this little fight that resulted in me calling her a whore for the first time, she said that she has always wanted to tell me that she lied but she couldn't find the right time and she always felt horrible because everytime she mentions one of her friends who act slutty, I tell her I don't like em cuz I hate all whores. And that she really only slept with 3, including me. Now, I can believe this because out of all the time we've been together and all of the times we've ran into her ex's I've only met 2 of her ex boyfriends and the only ones she has ever mentioned are the 2 that I've met. So I really do believe that its very possible I'm only her 3rd man. She claims she lied and said there were more people because she didn't want me to think she was lame because she knows I've been with somewhat a lot of people myself. But to me its just not the same. A man who is a whore isn't a whore. Women aren't inside of men, men are inside of them. You can wash off your dick but you can't wash off how many people have been inside you.
As we were talking honestly, we discussed a few more things. One of the men she had been with longer than our entire relationship, let alone our short marriage, but I found out that the 2nd guy she had been with WHILE she was still with the first one. That really fucked me up. I don't know if I'll be able to ever look at her the same way again. She did it to another man, one she had been with longer than me, what would stop her from doing the same thing to me?
On top of that she admitted that one of the guys was bigger than me. The one she cheated on her first guy with. Is the only thing thats kept her with me this long me being bigger than her first guy? What if she finds someone bigger like she did with him? I feel like all the love and nurture I've given our relationship has been built on lies.
A lot of women say size doesn't matter, but we all know it really does. I'm not small, but I'm not absolutely huge either. The guy she cheated with, according to her, was what I would consider pornstar huge.
Due to my past relationships with other women I have some really serious trust issues and since we tied the knot I've given her all of my trust, and since she told me all of this, I've had to sit here and think about every little thing she's ever told me trying to figure out if its truth or lie.
When I met her I was in a really bad place and was ready to just end it all. Everyday I look at her and it makes me think its all worth it. She's the only thing that's gave me the strength to keep pushing onward. But after tonight, what if I wake up in the morning and look at her and just want to die more than ever? What if I can't learn to cope with everything I've found out.
At this current time I honestly have no will or motivation to go to my job orientation. I don't care if I go to prison for 5 years or not, at least on the inside I'd have someone to talk to and not have to worry about woman problems. Maybe someone would shank me and make it all a little bit easier for me. I don't even know how to begin to make myself feel better. All the venting and whining in the world can't make this go away. All night, every time I look at her this little voice in my head says "she's had better, your nothing. She lied to you just like the rest." I'm at a breaking point and I've felt like this before and if I don't stop feeling like this I know another nervous breakdown is on its way.





















