My past just bit me in the ass!!!

December 8, 2008 at 8:14 am · Filed under cheating, married, married but miserable, miserble, relationship, Uncategorized

My past just bit me in the ass!!!

 

My wife received a call today from one of her girlfriends.  It was not good news, and had something to do with me.

About fifteen years ago while going to college, I use to work weekends at my fathers deli in NYC.  Two doors down was a XXX dvd store.  The two guys that owned it ate in our deli a couple of times a day.  Over the years we became friends.  One day in the early summer partner one stopped in for a coffee, and asked me to stop in around two, because they were having some big porn star do an autograph session.

Two o’clock came and went.  I had forgotten about the greet and meet that they were having, as I was leaving the store partner number two grabbed me, and dragged me in to meet this porn star.  It turns out the greet and meet had come to an end, and we all decided to go for a drink.  Needless to say, I wound up back at my apartment with this “actress”.  We fucked, and to be honest I expected more from a professional.  Perhaps it was that I knew that she was a pro, or maybe it was that she was not making any money. 

In the morning we spoke over a cup of coffee.  It turn out she was in the city making her next film.  She asked if I would consider being on film with her.  I was young, and dumb at the time, soI said yes.  Here was the only problem.  She was only filming for two more days, and by law we needed to have an the results of my aids test.  Two days was not enough time for all that bull shit.  She came up with a game plan that worked out for me.  She would only give me head.  Awesome, no aids test needed. 

Her creativity kicked in, and she convinced me to open my fathers deli at four in the morning, and film there.  The young idiot in me agreed.  We stayed up all night partying, and at four we went to the deli and shot our scene.  It was horrible.  I couldn’t keep my dick up, and the friend she brought along to do the fluffing was not that attractive.  Finally the five minutes that we needed for our scene was completed.

Here is the part that I don’t get.  The film never amounted to anything, and the $100 I got came and went.  How in the hell did my wifes friend find this piece of history.  I am willing to bet that most of you could not find it on-line today, even if I gave you her name.  I am lost.  I denied everything to my wife.  How do I get myself out of this one?

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I was tricked, and used!!!

December 3, 2008 at 3:23 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Friends and family keep asking me when I am going to settle down and get married.  Here is another reason that I have been avoiding married but miserable. 

For the last month or so, I have been chatting with this girl online.  Super hot, 27 years old, runs her own clothing boutique… I guess what many guys would be looking for in a potential girl friend.  Last night we decide to meet for the first time.  I chose to go to a local restaurant.  I love this place because everyone makes you feel at home, and that you are part of the family.  I arrived ten minutes early and sat at the bar.  Being a raging alcoholic I sucked down a greygoose martini.  After sitting at the bar for a half an hour I sucked down a second.  Anyone that knows me knows that I am anal about being on time.  I was pissed that she was late and had not called, So I decided to leave.  As I was paying for my two drinks my phone rang.  Her excuse was that she was in traffic, and would be there in five minutes.  I gave her strike one and decided to wait, so I ordered another drink.  Here came strike two.  As she pulled up to the restaurant my phone rang again, and she asked me to come outside to meet her.  I was already pissed that I was sitting around for the last half hour waiting, and I had a buzz going. 

Being the gentleman that I try to be, I went out side to meet her.  She pulled up in a convertible Bentley.  Real nice car.  She looked even hotter than the pictures she had sent me.  I walked around to the drivers side to open the door for her.  The first thing that I noticed was a set of crutches in the back seat.  These were not the type of crutches that you get after spraining your ankle.  These were those special ones.  You know, the ones that get locked around your elbow.  I was confused. I think that I was even in denial.  I didn’t know what to say.  I didn’t know if I should run.  There was so much going through my head in that split second, that the first thing that I could get out of my mouth was.  “Who’s are those!?”  After I said this I felt like such a dick, but I had to know.  There was still this ounce of hope that they were her mothers, and she simply forgot to take them out of the car when she was dropped off???  She looked at me with disgust, and said “It’s a long story, would you give me a hand getting out of the car?”  Just in case you couldn’t tell that was strike three.  Not because she needed crutches, but after speaking to someone for a month you would think that it would come up.

After sitting down and ordering some food and a bottle of wine,  I slowly forgot about the crutches.  We spoke about a lot of things and it turns out that she has multiple sclerosis.  The dinner and the conversation went well.  Better than most first dates. 

After dinner we had another bottle of wine, and ended up back at my place.  The one thing that surprised me is that she has problems walking, but she fucks like an animal.  She fucked me as if M.S. was not in her vocabulary.  We fucked all night.  Usually after the festivities come to an end, there is some awkwardness.  You know the awkwardness that I am talking about.  Not sure how long you need to hang around before leaving, or how long to wait before telling them to leave, or even coming up with an excuse for them to leave.  No, not this gem.  She beat me to the punch.  She got up, and said she had a busy day at work tomorrow.  That’s usually my line, and I never have a busy day at work.  Actually now that I think about it I feel like I was used.

A lesson was learned today my friends.  Normally after a third strike, the date/relationship is over.  This time my conscience would not let me leave this crippled chick on the side of the road wondering how I disappeared so quick.  The guilt allowed me to be a good person for once, and look I ended up having handicap sex.  It was a first for me, and something I will have to try again. 

Your friend,

Troy Mouni

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Is my wife a serial killer?

November 27, 2008 at 7:14 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Is my wife a serial killer?

 

I walked in the house last night after a long day a work.  In my wifes defence I did stop for two drinks with my brother for a pre-thanksgiving cocktail.  Back to the story.  I walk in the house two hours after my normal time.  She was pissed.  I, as always acted as if nothing was wrong, and that she shouldn’t be mad.  Over the years I have realized that I get a bigger reaction when I do this.  I guess I am a little demented, being that I enjoy the reaction.  The yelling and the arguing continued for an hour or so.  I usually don’t ague, as it is not in my nature to do so.  The thing that got to me this time is:

  • I never say anything when she spend the day with her sister shopping, having lunch, grabbing a glass of wine…
  • I never give her shit for not having anything cooked because she was out all day gallivanting.
  • I never argue with her for spending money on things that we have no use for: Example ( a  $25 thousand dollar dinning room set that we have used four times in the last seven years.)

The list could go on and on, but I think you get the picture.  I decided to go to bed after an hour of this.

At two am I was startled and woke up to my wife hovering over me.  Being dazed and confused, I jumped up and asked what she was doing?  She proceeded to tell me “you were snoring”.  Now she usually just elbows me in the ribs and I turn over and stop.  I could have sworn that she was doing something else. Perhaps I have been watching to many movies, or have a crazy imagination.  I think she was trying to kill me.  Why else would she be leaning over my body wide awake?  I was confused, and had to share this with someone.  I know that I am over reacting, but at that particular moment that’s  what came to my head.  I thought that I was a dead man.

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Trial Gf’s

November 25, 2008 at 12:46 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,

Now, for those of you who have a stick up their ass, I recommend not reading this any further.  You will probably think I’m a scumbag if you don’t already think so.  For those of you that don’t have the highest of morals, please feel free to continue.

After months of trying to work shit out with my significant other, I have decided to declare myself in an open relationship (without my significant other knowing).  I am not jumping into another relationship right away because I am currently already in one.  What I am doing though is having “trial gf’s”.  What a trial gf is is a girl that can become a gf as long as she completes a specified number of tasks within a certain time period (mostly 2 weeks to 1 month).  The girl who completes the most tasks with the least amount of complaints becomes my new gf. 

There are a number of tasks that are given out: pick up my dry cleaning, come over and clean, cook me dinner, run some errands, foot the bill at dinner, drive my drunk ass home, late night sex (it’s a pro if you have multiple trial gf’s), etc.

Girls can get cut at any point and time.  It’s not like they have to last the whole month.  They can get cut after the first day if they complain or argue about something.  Darwinism…only the strongest survive. 

I currently have 2 trial gf’s and they are both neck and neck while my actual significant other is falling extremely behind.  Both trial gf’s picked up my dry cleaning (although one, was one day late) and they came over to put the clothes in my closet in color coordinated order.  My actual SO told me I was lazy and she wasn’t my mother to go do such things (shame on her to say such a thing).

I will keep you all updated as things progress.  I am currently in discussions with a 3rd and 4th trial gf to add to the mix.  This should get interesting.

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Married but Miserable

November 19, 2008 at 5:54 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

I have seen a change in my relationship since starting to blog about it.  I have also been reading about similar problems that others have in their relationships.  This has opened my eyes, and made me understand that my wife and I are not alone.  We all seem to struggle one way or another.  It’s all ok.  It seems to make our relationships stronger in the end.  The difficult part is being able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and find a way to work through the difficult times.  As I have said before, trying to find the love my wife and I once had for each other is becoming more and more real.  It is not an easy task, but an obtainable one.  I would like to thank all that have shared their stories.  Keep it up, I’m sure it is helping others as well.

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I don’t get my wife

November 19, 2008 at 1:22 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , ,

I chose to go play golf today for the first time in two months.  My wife knows how much I enjoy being out on the course.

So after playing eighteen holes, I strolled in my house around five.  I had a few drinks, but was not drunk.  My wife persisted on busting my chops, and making me feel guilty for not spending the day with her and the kids.

I just don’t understand why anything that puts a smile on my face, is always a problem in m marriage, relationship, and life.  My day was great, and now I feel like shit.  Is that the way I am suppose to feel after a great day out on the course?

I just don’t get it!

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my long day

November 15, 2008 at 3:56 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

You can not imagine how much I love working 12 hour days followed by fighting with my girl.  It’s the greatest thing in the world.  I mean who the fuck doesn’t like taking a beating in their business for 12 hours followed by taking a beating from their girl?

Today was a special day.  A day that I will remember forever. 

It was extremely busy at work today and I busted my ass and sweated it out (it didn’t help that I only slept 4 hours last night because I decided to go crazy at a strip club last night).  So here I am busting my ass and my girl decides to let me know that she was going to see someone today to “discuss” our relationship and why things are the way they are (ie. Why I’ve cheated on her repeatedly and whatnot.)  So, right away I texted my best friend that my girl was going to leave me the moment she finished discussing our relationship.

She calls me when she is done and let’s me know that she went and discussed everything and she felt great and couldn’t wait till next week to “discuss” things again.  My best friend texted me “Is she leaving you” and I responded with “no”.  I sensed something was fucked up here and couldn’t figure out what it was.

So, after working 12 hours I call my girl and for the first five minutes she is the sweetest person in the world.  Then, we talk about her visit today.  Wow, let me tell you.  I was not ready for this.  So it turns out that:

*Because I’ve looked through her phone – It’s a sign of disrespect towards her                                                 

*Because I hate her friends – I’m a controlling person

*Because I tell her she’s worthless – I’m a degrading person

*Because I cheat all the time – I’m an insecure person

So my girl is flipping out on me telling me all of this and then tells me she never wants to see me again unless I change.  I said to her “I guarantee that you didn’t make yourself look bad at all in front of this person”, where she replied “fuck you”.  I said thank you babe that meant a lot.  So, if you want to leave me please do so now so I can eat my dinner in peace after working 12 fucking hours.  Low and behold she didn’t leave.  So now I have to respond to all those kinds things that were discussed about me today.

*Babe I cheat on you because you don’t add value to my life, not because I’m insecure.

*I look through your phone because I don’t trust you, not because I’m disrespectful.

*I call you worthless because you don’t cook, clean, knit, pick up after me, pick up my dry cleaning, run my errands, etc.

*And lastly, I don’t like your friends because they are all pretty fucking trashy.

So there, I vented and it feels great.  Thank you married but miserable.

(disclaimer: I actually do love my girl and wouldn’t trade her in for anything less, but I would trade her in for something better.)

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I get like this some times.

November 13, 2008 at 2:04 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , ,

I get like this some times.

I was driving to work today and heard a song from way back.  It really made me think.  The lyrics were a little out there, but made me think.  Here are the lyrics.

“I used to love her,
But i had to kill her
I used to love her,
But i had to kill her

I had to put her, six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her,
But I had to kill her
I used to love her,
But I had to kill her

I knew I’d miss her,
So I had to keep her
She’s buried right in my backyard

I used to love her,
But I had to kill her
I used to love her,
But i had to kill her

She bitched so much,
She drove me nuts
And now we’re happier this way, alright

I used to love her,
But I had to kill her
I used to love her
But I had to kill her

She bitched so much,
She drove me nuts
And I can still hear her complain”

I thank “Guns N Roses” for the wonderful lyrics.  The killing part does not interest me, but it does make the song.  The last few lines of the song are what drove me to write this blog.

“She bitched so much,
She drove me nuts
And I can still hear her complain”

I feel I live this every day.

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Xanax?

November 12, 2008 at 10:42 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , ,

A day doesn’t go by where I do not get mad at my wife for yelling at the kids.  After having a discussion with some of the guys, it seems that most woman do the same thing.

I understand that raising kids is not an easy task.  Getting them to listen is even more difficult.  At the end of the day they are just kids, and as they say “kids will be kids”.

My wife seems to be on edge from the moment she gets up, to the time she goes to bed.  I have noticed a few mothers that don’t seem to lose their cool every time their kids act up.  At first I was amazed at their patience.  I would look at my wife and ask why she couldn’t act like them.  I just recently found out from a friend that most if not all those mothers are on xanax.  If I am going to put my wife down for the way she acts without any type of medication, and put the other medicated mothers on a pedestal, I’ll be damned.

I see that there is a tremendous difference in the way that they behave, but I also want a wife that is 100% aware of here surroundings when watching my children.  I take back all the compliments that I gave to the mothers that seemed to have it under control, while they were receiving help from XANAX.  I would also like to give those same compliments to my wife, mother, cousins, aunts, next door neighbor, lady in the produce section at kings super market yesterday… and all other out of control mothers out there.  I love you all.  You are all doing a great job raising our children.  Keep yelling at them, and making me ( a xanax free American) proud!!!

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Why am I such a pussy?

November 6, 2008 at 4:27 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

This is one of many instances.

 

My wife and I have a baby girls, so only one car seat is needed per car.  The other day her sister came over with her kid, and they took the car seat out of my car to go shopping.  No big deal.  Both car seats are in my wife’s car now. 

Thursdays have become the day that my baby girl and I spend together.  We go out for breakfast, stop by the park, go visit my parents…  This is also the day that my wife gets to do her things. Like: nails, hair, lunch with an old friend… a day to herself.  I love this day, and so does she.

I get my daughter and myself ready for our day out.  As we get to the car I see that my car seat has not been put back.  No car seat = no going out.  I call my wife who has been out of the house for an hour already, explain the situation, and get this as a response.  ” Oh, I guess you two will have to stay home today.”  

I don’t mind staying home, and I understand that mistakes do happen.  What I don’t understand is, if this had been the other way around heads would have rolled.  I would have had to come home to drop the car seat off. 

Why is this double standard ok?  Why do I have to put up with this shit?  I could have flipped my lid.  Why is it that I have started to avoid conflict?  Why have I become such a pussy?  Why, Why, Why…

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I can’t understand. “Married but Miserable”

September 23, 2008 at 10:24 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Sunday September 21, 2008

On this day, the most famous stadium had it’s lights turned off for the last time.  Being a sports fan, this day had tremendous meaning to me.  This was the day that the Yankees played their last game at Yankee stadium.  I am not a Yankee fan, but the amount of history, tradition, and memories that were made in this iconic stadium speaks for itself.  Twenty six world series titles for pete sake.  I believe that this is a game that should be watched with fellow fans that will appreciate the moment.

My wife is not a sports fan, does not care about the Yankees, or about the history that the team has.  That is all good with me. What I can not figure out is, why in the world would she get upset over the fact that I wanted to watch the game with some friends. It seems that she would have rather had me sit on the couch, and watch the game alone.

Is my happiness not important to her, or is her happiness more important then mine.  Why is it that anything that brings enjoyment to my life, that does not include her is not accepted.  I am sure that there are others out there with the same problem.  Perhaps you have come up with the answer.

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Las Vegas “Married but Miserable”

September 25, 2008 at 12:44 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

June 2006

My wife and I take a four day trip to Las Vegas. A little sun, drinking, gambling, and some time to relax. We arrive at the Hard Rock hotel on a Thursday ready to have a great time. After getting ourselves situated in the room we head down to the pool where as usual I start partying like a rock star and buying drinks for everyone around us. Eventually I became the unofficial mayor of the pool.

This elected title stuck for the rest of the trip. At the gambling tables everyone knew my name. The excitement rolled over to the club, and back to the tables before bed at five in the morning.

Sunday roles around in the blink of an eye. I lost some money that weekend. I decide to put $100 dollars in a $1 progressive slot machine. For those who don’t gamble, this machine takes a small percentage of every wager made. This percentage is gathered in a “bank” that adds up over time to become a large sum for someone lucky enough to get three diamonds in a row. After playing this machine for twenty minutes or so, my original ” investment” was neither up or down. I was ready to call it a day. The lovely cocktail waitress walked by. For those who have never been to the Hard Rock, these girls are some of the most attractive women in Vegas that are not selling their bodies for a buck. She convinces me to order a beer, and who am I to say no. Now I’m stuck at this machine for another ten minutes till she shows up. There are three couples around my wife and I that we had met the night before at the club. As I get tapped on the shoulder by the cocktail waitress, I turn my head to get my beer and the machine start to go wild. She starts screaming like a little girl, causing me to start screaming like a little girl. To help you picture this, I am 6’3″ tall weighing 240 pounds. If you were not looking at me and just heard the sound that was coming out of my mouth you would think that a bunch of 13 year old girls just saw Justin Timberlake. Just in case you didn’t see it coming, I won the progressive jack pot. $36,267.84. I felt like a Rock Star again, high fives were going around like crazy. I felt like I had know the three couples from the night before for years and years. They must have felt the same, because they seemed happier than I was.

Now to the part I still cant get out of my mind. I gave the cocktail waitress a $500 tip for the beer. She was so thankful, and appreciative. My wife turns to me and says, “why did you give her so much, you could have given her $100 and she would have given you the same thank you.” I told my wife that if she had not asked me to get the beer, I would have not been sitting at that machine…. hence no jack pot. The worse part of it was she wouldn’t drop the subject till we got home.

I just don’t get it.

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Hair? “Married but Miserable”

September 26, 2008 at 5:02 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

September 26, 2008

Three weeks ago my wife came and asked me if it would be cool to spend $600.00. I normally wouldn’t even ask for what and just give it. This time I chose to ask. The response was that she wanted to get hair extensions. I’m all for her feeling great about herself and looking good, but felt like busting some chops. I said HELL NO!!!

For the next week it was like world war three in the house. She would blow up at the slightest things. I knew it couldn’t be her period, that was the week before. The following week, she came to me and asked if she could have $600.00. I knew what it was for, but I still felt like busting some chops. I asked what for, and said HELL NO!!! This time the shit really hit tLhe fan. Being the ass that I am, this had become more of a game for me. It wasn’t about the money, but more about the reaction I was getting from her. Mid week, after non stop nagging I gave in.

The next day I came home from work around eight to find her with hair down to her ass. The first thing that she said was “it’s getting cut tomorrow”. I said I liked it, and left it at that. The next day it was cut and to my surprise, my beautiful wife looked like Joe Dirt. She had a blond mullet!!! It looked horrible. I didn’t know what to say, or how to say it without hurting her feelings. So I did the only thing that any married man should do. I told her it looked nice and went to bed. I know that I will burn in hell for this, but I also know that it was the only way I would get some sleep without a crying wife.

The next day realizing she looked like an idiot, and I assume her sister said something as well. We wound up paying for a second hair cut that week. She came home and looked stunning. For the first time with all this hair stuff I felt like it was worth spending the money. She felt great, I felt great. I thought that this is where the story would end. Unfortunately it does not.

A week goes by which brings us to today. I wake up this morning and find my wife getting ready. Her job is as a home maker. Yes the job is hard work and I love her to death for dedicating her life to our kids. Unfortunately this does not require her to get dressed at seven in the morning. I say good morning, and then ask where she is going. She proceeds to tell me she is going to the salon to fix her hair. Not looking to start the day off on the wrong foot, I bit my lip and got ready for work. When I returned from work, My beautiful wife looked different. I wasn’t sure what she had done with her hair. We sat and had dinner. I was still confused, until I ran my hands through her hair and realized that she had the extensions taken out. What the F@#%!!! I lost my mind. I was not sure what to say or do. So looking to have some nice sleep, I went to bed without all the drama.

I JUST DON’T GET IT????

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Summer Fiasco?!?!?!

October 1, 2008 at 3:34 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

June 2008,

My wife, another couple who we were friends with, and myself planed a vacation to Greece. After some debate, my friend and I decided to send the girls a few weeks before to set up the vacation home. July rolled around before we knew it. The girls pack their bags and head over to the island.

Ten days latter my friend and I get off the airplane, and find our wives ecstatic to see us. Having such a warm welcome makes me feel that the vacation started off on the right foot. It was also really nice to see my love after two weeks. After settling in, and a few nights of non stop partying things seemed better then ever.

A week went by, when I met up with some old friends that live on the island, brought some information to my attention. It seems that the ten days before we showed up, our wives were having good time with some other guys. Cheating that is.

Being shocked, I didn’t know how to handle the situation. The next day I confronted my wife… She denied everything. I wound up confronting the guys they were with, and they denied everything as well. The problem with the story is that the information came from a reliable source. He didn’t see any kissing, but said that there was some inappropriate touching from both parties, and they all left at the same time.

Being bothered, and trying not to end my marriage or my vacation I dropped the subject.

I’m lost, confused, and bothered now. I have lost all trust in my relationship. Anytime I bring it up, we have a full blown up argument.

Am I wrong???

Should I have handled it in a different way???

What can I do to fix this???

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That time of the month

October 5, 2008 at 10:19 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

On the first of the month she is passive.

On the seventh of the month she starts to become affectionate.

On the tenth she does a 180 and wants to kill me.

On the fourteenth she does another 180 and is horny as shit.

On the seventeenth, well lets just say that nothing is going on for the next seven to ten days.

On the twenty fourth she is horny again.

Back to the first, where she is passive again.

I know how the human body work, and I understand hormone levels changing. I am human as well. My emotions change, and they wont let me go for this roller coaster of a ride ever month. Its hard for me to forget that I was cussed at on the tenth of the month for drinking out of the orange juice container. When I’m the only one who drinks orange juice.

Q: Why do we as men have to put up with this?

A: It all falls back to the one thing that controls our universe. The mighty pussy.

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I’m not sure what I did…but I’m sorry

October 9, 2008 at 1:32 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Constantly having to apologize.

“Babe, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it.” or “Babe, I’m sorry.  Please don’t be mad.”

How many times have you said that phrase and then turned around and were confused because you had no fucking idea what you did wrong.  I can say that I now say it at least once a day.  In the beginning it was fine because I would say I’m sorry and then we would have make up sex.  Not sure why I was saying sorry, but the sex was also appreciated.  Now, it’s just getting annoying.  I don’t want to say I’m sorry.  I don’t want to have to apologize because she is always on the rag.  But, I suck it up and apologize.  Why do I apologize you may ask?  Because I am a pussy.  And you are too.  Because you will apologize every time your girl is mad at you.

I actually just said it before I started writing this post.  I came to visit my friend in the city for dinner at his restaurant and my girl called me and she was mad when she found out I came to the city.  I had to apologize.  I have no idea why I had to apologize.  So this brings me back to the title of this post…I’m not sure what I did, but I’m sorry.

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i love my significant other

October 9, 2008 at 2:59 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

What a joke that statement is.  No one that says it actually means it.  I say I love you everyday and it gets me nowhere.  All I get in return is the following statement “no you don’t”.  So what if I had a side relationship?  How is that my fault?  Newsflash sweetheart: MY SIDE RELATIONSHIP WAS A RESULT OF YOU BEING A SHITTY GF/WIFE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER.

I cheated on you, not because I am a whore (which I might be), but because you were unable to fulfill my needs.  So this is my letter to you.

Dear gf/wife/significant other,

Although I do love you, if you stay with me I will continue to cheat on you.  The reason for my cheating is because you don’t fulfill my needs.  I cheated on you in the past because you were a shitty person.  You were annoying, a pain in the ass, and every other horrendous thing I can think of.  You were the reason I cheated.  You were the reason I would disappear for days.  You were the reason my phone was always locked.  You were the reason I would send you to voicemail.  You were the reason why my dick was in every other girl in front of me.  You were the reason why I chose to fuck around behind your back, in front of you, and from side to side.

You found out I cheated and you blamed me.  NO SWEETIE.  Blame yourself.  Think to yourself, why did this person who loves and cares about me cheat on me.  Well babe, I point the finger at you.  It is your fault and that is why I did it.

I do love you and I do care, but if you don’t do a complete 360 then I will continue to cheat on you.  You asked me the other day why won’t I leave you.  Well babe, I won’t leave you because I have nothing to lose by staying around.  You’re a guaranteed piece of ass.  A hot one at that and I give you that much.  I treat you like shit and you stick around.  Why would I go anywhere.  I tell you I’m broke and that my dad cut me off so we don’t go anywhere and therefore I don’t spend money on you.  Again, I ask…why would I leave you?  I won’t take you out.  I won’t spend money.  I just want sex and you provide that to me.  So, either change your ways and become the person I want, or continue enjoying the sex we have but know in the back of your head that every other girl is having the same sex with me (and babe, I’m not a sailor, I don’t use condoms).  So, these so called “yeast infections” I give you are gonna keep on coming unless you miraculously overnight learn how to cook, clean, and swallow.

Love,

Your significant other

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cheating times

October 9, 2008 at 3:07 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Sweetheart, I cheated on you often and you were always to blame.

Remember the time you called me immature because I got mad that you never offered to pay?  You guessed it, I fucked someone else that night (who paid for the motel room by the way).

Remember that time you got mad at me because I didn’t want to go away on vacation with you and made a scene?  Yup, I fucked that columbian girl you hated the very next day.

Remember that time that I forgot my wallet and you claimed I did it on purpose?  What a coincidence, I found it the very next day and went out with that girl you hate (we had sex…i didn’t use a condom)

Remember that time that you chose to ignore my phone calls because you were mad at me?  Well, guess who texted me that day, the girl I fucked while you were ignoring me.

The problem is is that the list goes on and on.  I could give you reasons why and when I cheated on you.  At the end of the day, I cheated on you because you were a shitty person to be with.  I stay with you though because I hang out down in your area and you are a hot commodity down there so I figure fuck it, I’m gonna be down there so I might as well roll around with a nice piece of ass.

Love,

Your cheating spouse (the person that looks you in the eyes and claims he only has eyes for you)

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life isn’t all bad

October 9, 2008 at 10:12 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Life isn’t all bad. It feels good to say that. It makes me feel like I have hope. Look at the poor kids in Zimbabwe who don’t have a dollar to their name and have no food to eat. Who starve everyday. Who don’t know when their next meal will be. I see those commercials and think to myself, life isn’t all that bad. At least I have money in my pocket and I always know when my next meal will be.

Then my phone will ring and I’ll look at the caller ID and see that it’s her. Then I’ll look at those homeless, starving kids in Zimbabwe and think to myself that I wish I was one of them.

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The good side

October 11, 2008 at 2:26 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

So, at the end of the day, being in a relationship isn’t all bad. There are some pros to it.

1. Sex…it’s always available
2. Dinner…if you’re hungry, you always have someone to eat with
3. Movies…you never need to go alone again
4. Cuddling…you can’t cuddle with a hooker (that costs extra)
5. Hang out…you always have someone to hang out with
6. Complain…your significant other has to listen
7. Argue…your significant other is always there to argue with
8. Sex
9. Sex
10. Sex

Sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else for 8-10. After everything is said and done, I can’t always complain about the love of my life. I mean she is the love of my life for a reason.

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the truth

October 14, 2008 at 11:21 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The Truth!!!

It is hard for me to admit as a man, and a proud, self centered one at that.  I have come to the conclusion that most of the arguments that my wife and I have are my fault.  I could very easily avoid the bullshit conflict.  The only thing it would take is me giving up my man hood.  Fuck that.  I am a man, and some times a piece of shit.  At the end of the day I love myself, and the man that I have become.  I shouldn’t have to change for anyone, and neither should my wife.  It would be nice to have some give and take.  It becomes tough to give when you feel that all she does is take, take, take.  I am sure she sees things differently then I, but this is my blog.

The truth is that we both need to sit down, talk, and work all the small bullshit out.  After all the small things are straightened, the big stuff will find it’s place.  At that point I am sure that the love we once had, the love which brought us together will come out again.

Hope it’s soon.

Thanks for listening

Mavros69

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Avoiding Married but Miserable

October 16, 2008 at 12:51 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Being the quintessential bachelor does not allow me to know what ” Married but Miserable ” is all about.  The one thing I can write about is ” Dating but Miserable “.  I typically  do not date any one woman for more than six weeks.  I have conditioned myself to detach from my mate of the moment, prior to the miserable state.  There is no reason to have to put up with all the bullshit.

You may say I am shallow, a coward, and fear commitment.  The people that say this are the miserable S.O.B’s that are married, or in the relationships that I have learned to avoid like the plague.

I have become a firm believer that you need to walk out the first sign of trouble. If things are bad now they will only get worse when you put that ring on the finger.  I don’t know what that ring does, but it must trigger something in the woman’s brain that changes her expectations, and or hinders their judgement.

Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t always this wise.  I learned the hard way, at a very young age.  We will get into that story another time.

All I can say is don’t change who you are, stay true to yourself, and become a polygamist.

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Last Night!!!!

October 17, 2008 at 11:34 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

11:17 AM, October 17th, 2008

I have been sitting at my desk since 8 AM, and can’t seem to get last night out of my mind.

Being on three hours of sleep and hung over as fuck, typically the last thing that I would want to think about is the night before.  It usually make me puke my brains out, and is frowned upon by my manager.  Most of the night is a big blur to me, and typically is.

I remember being introduced to a group of girls, and not thinking anything about it.  The night goes on, the bar starts to empty, and I end up talking to one of the few girls left.  It turns she was one of the girls I met earlier.  She is married, and I’m guessing miserable.  Not to drag the story out any further, the bar closed.  As I walked her to her car, she attacked me.  We were all over each other in the middle of the street.  We ended up in the back of her car.  Push come to shove, we fucked each other like the prime mates that we are.  I guess being the pessimist that I am, I only brought one rubber.  After busting a nut, she was obviously looking for more.  Being the alcoholic that I am, I can not refuse a request.  Yes I fucked her raw dog.  We have all done it one time or another.  Especially in the heat of Passion, and drunk as shit.  The thing I can’t get out of my mind, is that she made me cum in her.  She would not get off.  After she assured me that she is on the pill, but I’m still bothered. I’m confused.  I’m disgusted with myself, and with her.

What the fuck was I thinking. What the fuck was she thinking.  Fine I’m a drunk piece of shit, but she is married.  She went home filled with my cream pie.  how does she look her husband in the eyes the next day.

Fuck it.  I have vented….

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The relationship that changed me forever.

October 18, 2008 at 11:13 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

In a prior post “Avoiding Married But Miserable”, I had stated that there was a relationship that changed me. I feel that this was the point in my life were I finally wised up.

Fifteen years ago I was dating a beautiful, smart, charismatic, intelligent, young lady. After dating for a year, I felt that she was the perfect woman. Her morals, up bringing, long term goals, and mind frame were the same as mine. I had found my sole mate. We both work hard to save money, and buy a home of our own and get married.

The sex remained great.

The conversation would only get better.

The time we were not working, we spent together.

We traveled all over the world.

I can go on and on how great things were between us. People would look at us and think that we were the all American couple. On February 23, 1993 my life was changed forever. I received an email from an un-known person. It turns out it was forwarded to me by mistake. It read something like this…

Dear K@#$%,

It was nice to have spent some time with you the other night. The service that you, and your company provide is out of this world. I will recommend you to all my friends who will be traveling to New York. I hope that we can meet up next time I an in town.

Regards

S@#$%

Again, I don’t want to beet around the bush. She was a FUCKING ESCORT!!! A Hooker! I was in love with a fucking hooker. I was fucking a hooker! I was telling this hooker I wanted her to have my babies. What the fuck! I lost my mind. I didn’t know what to do at first. Do I go for the aids test first. Do I move out first. Do I tell her to move out. Do I blow up on her. Do I just tell her that we are done. For some strange reason, I even thought about working it out for a second. What an idiot I was.

I moved out! I didn’t want to hear all the bull shit that was going to come out of her mouth. At this point it would not have changed the way I felt.

I moved down to Miami for a year to try and figure things out. I feel bad for all those poor girls that got know the new Troy Mouni. At the end of the day I thank her, because with out that learning experience I would probably be like one of you. Married but miserable.

Love your friend;

Troy Mouni

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What’s wrong with married women?!?!?

October 20, 2008 at 2:48 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Let me start this off by saying, “marred men are just as bad” or “what’s wrong with married men?”.

I’m sitting at a bar watching the Giants game yesterday.  This is the type of place that you only want to drink bottled beer.  They only serve Bud, Bud lite, Miller lite and MGD.  Not the type of place to get a mojito, or a cosmo.

Usually only a bunch of guys watching the game.  For some reason this day had several cougars watching along with the boys.  Nothing wrong with that, until the game comes to an end.

Game ends, and the quality of meat for the cougars was limited.  I find my friend, and myself surrounded by four of them.  The pack they were in was attractive, mid forties, and married.  They were definitely circling for the kill.  After an hour of doing shots, I suggested moving the party back to my place.  One of the cougars couldn’t come, but the other three didn’t hesitate.

The second we walked in the door, clothes started coming off.  None of us ever made it to the bed room.  The living room was sufficient for the three cougars to finish their meal.  This small orgy lasted for about two hours.  After the sucking, and fucking came to an end.  The three cougars got dressed, said thanks for the good time, and disappeared into the night.

I shouldn’t complain, it was a great time.  That brings me back to the title of this post.  What’s wrong with married women?!?!?  What’s wrong with married couples?  Are the majority of them that lost?  Can’t they see that they are missing things in their marriage?  Is the deception that important to continue living a lie?  My question to them is: Why stay married and cheat?  Why not improve your marriage?  Why not fuck your husband the way you fucked me, my friend, and your friends?

Fuck it! I have vented.

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I still just don’t get it

October 22, 2008 at 5:11 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

My wife and I have been at each oher throats for the last three days.  Most of the day we don’t even speak to each other.  I couldn’t even tell you what was the start of this round of arguing.  What I do know is that we both feel that the other is wrong.  Yesterday before I left for work was the peak of the argument, where she told me, “I don’t help with the kids, around the house, and and and….” To this I had no response, as I see things differently.  I do what I can in the short amount of time that I am home.  I was hurt by the comments that she had made.

The thing that bugs me the most:

I didn’t see her today before I left for work.  So I call her from the car, and she was speaking to me as if we did not argue yesterday, as if we have not been avoiding eye contact for the last few days, and as if nothing had been happening.

Wife:”Hi hunny! What you doing?”

Me: “Ah, nothing?”

Wife:”Do you think that you will be home late tonight?”

Me: “Not sure, wont be able to tell till I get to work.”

Wife: “WA WA WA, WA WA WA WA” is the only thing I heard.  Sounded like Charlie Browns teacher.

Me: “?”

Wife: ” WAWAWAWA, WAWAWA.  OK, I love you.  Have a good day and I’ll talk to you later.”

Me: “Love you to?” ?????

I just don’t get it???????

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Busted!!!

October 24, 2008 at 7:47 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

After the first year of marriage the sex had slowed down to about once a week.  It was neither my wifes fault nor mine.  We both had busy schedules, and worked many hours to save up for a house.  When she wanted some I didn’t, and when I wanted some she didn’t.  

This brings me to the busted part.   I would get caught jerking off at least once a week.  The bad part was that my wife would ask me why jerk off and not just ask for sex?  I can only say that I must have been spider monkey in a prior life.  It would not have made a difference if we fucked or not.  As a spider monkey I need to jerk off, some times a couple times a day.  Spider monkeys spend most of the day jerking it., and before marriage so did I.   Good habits are hard to break.

I just don’t get it.  Why can’t women just accept that men will do what they do.  For no rhyme or reason.

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My lovely wife.

October 24, 2008 at 4:42 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I was sitting at my desk, I felt myself burning up.  I was shaking and felt week.  I called my wife, and told her I was coming home early.  To my surprise, when I walked through the door she had chicken soup, nyquil, and the bed turned down.  I automatically started to feel better.  I’m guessing it was the love, caring, nurturing.  I felt like I was ten years old again, and my moms reassuring kiss to the forehead would miraculously drop my fever.  I assure you that I am still sick as a dog writing this post.  It was a temporary fix, but one that was definitely needed, and appreciated.

I love the fact that my wife showed her love for me.  It brought me back to a time when our relationship was still fresh, and I loved it.  I would love to have that type of love and affection all the time.  I would love to give that type of love and affection all the time.  I don’t understand why it’s not like this.  Why do I have to be sick to get this type of love?  Is this to much to expect from your spouse on a daily basis?  Does this really exist?

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THE WIFE GETS MAD!!!

October 26, 2008 at 4:42 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

THE WIFE GETS MAD!!!

My wife came up to me today to let me know that she has been reading “Married but miserable”, and was not happy.  Mind you when I started the blog I told her to blog as well.  I would love to have a womens stand point on most of this stuff.  I really think it would help.

Some of the posts I have put up are stories from friends that don’t want their name attached as of yet.  My wife knows this.  She doesn’t want her friends to find the site, read a story, and know that it is our story.  I have said this many times, for my self and others.  “I just don’t get it?!?!?!  SHE IS WILLING TO TELL HER FRIEND?????  They gossip more then anyone.  At least my blogs are anonymous. My posts are mixed amongst others.  This is a form of therapy for myself and those who read.  I told her I will not stop, and that she should join the blog.  I feel that perhaps my truth to the story could use her side of the truth.

I’m willing to post, and listen to who or whatever people are willing to write about.  Feel free to join in.

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The Party I Wish I Missed.

October 28, 2008 at 4:06 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The Party I Wish I Missed. 

Three years back, I was invited to a party I will never forget.  There are a few reasons I will not forget this party, as you will soon see.  My friend and I get invited to many of New York’s hottest parties.  Some of which you read about in the papers the next morning, page six I think.

On this night we head to a place in the meatpacking district.  The line to the place was ridiculous.  We made a few needed phone calls and walked in.  After being escorted to a VIP table, and ordering a bottle of Grey Goose, and a bottle of Patron most of our crew joined us.  The night was going well. We had our normal groupies as I like to call them, but we had some new ones as well.  The new ones were supper hot chicks from Arizona.  I was working my God given talent with them most of the night.  Thought I was definitely getting some tail.  Unfortunately they were the type of chicks that only stay in a pack.  They would not let one another wonder away from the herd, especially while around the lions.  They came and went, and so did a couple of other groups.  As the night goes on you tend to become less picky on the caliber of women that you speak to.  We ended up talking to a group of girls from the city that was very mixed.  There where a couple of hot ones, two not so hot, and two fat ones.  As the night went so did the liquor.  I am almost sure that I didn’t have more than five or six drinks over a four hour time period.  I would typically have twice that.

The next morning I woke up in an unfamiliar bed.  I instantly realized that I did not feel like my normal hung over self.  Everything felt super cloudy.  I looked to my left and noticed that I was in bed with the fat chicks from the night before.  I was disgusted with myself till I looked to my right.  There was the other fat chick.  She was staring at me and smiling.  I instantly turned green, and threw up on the bed. I got dressed, and ran out as fast I could.

I had either blocked the events of the night before out of my head, or they used the date rape drug on me.  I’m sticking with the story that I was drugged.  I have fucked many hot chicks, having drank twice as much as I did that night.  The messed up part is that I remember even the most minuet detail of those nights.  In all honesty I don’t remember anything past the club.  My friends till this day tell me that I left the club with someone else.  I have no idea what happened.  I have done my best to forget this story, but felt that you should know that life as Troy is not all glamorous.  There have been plenty of bumps in the road.

I will stick to my guns and say that those chicks slipped me the date rape drug.  The moral of the story is always watch your drink.  It doesn’t matter if you are a guy or a girl, single or married.  Sometimes, especially in this case married but miserable isn’t that bad.

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A women’s instict

October 30, 2008 at 7:51 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

A Mother knows when her child is getting sick even before her child has its first sniffle. And how is it that even before the child wakes up in the middle of the night a mother is up just seconds before? Is this and extra sense that women are programmed with?  For whatever reason god has hardwired women this way. The question that comes to mind is a women’s motherly instinct also hardwired the same way for business & politics?  I have been chasing the American dream ever since I moved to the US.  My wife arrived to the US four years after me with our son.  It’s now 20 somewhat years later and that dream that was in my hands has begun to diminish.  I started my own business and worked extremely hard. The risk taking began to payoff.  Now that we had some money to invest, I began to venture into real estate. My wife and myself looked at hundreds of deals.  The deals she liked required less risk with minimal return. The deals I liked were riskier but the payoff would be colossal.  Were her instincts correct like with the children? It seems so.  Her investment choices are the ones that are carrying us right now in these ruff economic times. My wife’s instincts were to create a warm and safe environment to protect our home. She applied the same strategies when making investment choices.

Now can my wife’s instincts go one further and be correct with politics? My wife thinks… how is it possible for Barack Obama to become president. She mentions that he has no track record and associates with shady people that she wouldn’t even shake hands with. She told me last week he doesn’t bring that warm and safe feeling to the kitchen table. Is my wife right about politics as she has been about our children and our business? We will just have to wait and see until November 4th Election Day. And if he is elected let’s hope his term isn’t like the four years we had with Carter. By the way her instincts tell her that Sarah Palin is hot.

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Not willing to argue?

October 31, 2008 at 1:46 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Not willing to argue?

The other day I dropped and broke my phone.  I am one of those fools that can not function without it, so I ran to the store and bought a new one.  That evening I got home from work and told my wife that my phone broke.  By mistake I left out the fact that I bought a new one already.  She was a little pissed because this is not the first time this has happened to me.   She has also bought me a protective cover which I do not use.  This is my third iphone in a year and a half.

I was expecting her to be pissed, which she was.  I was also expecting a big reaction, and a small argument.  This to my surprise I did not see.  I sat shock for a minute.  I then noticed that she was starting to boil inside.

Me:  What’s wrong?

Wife: Nothing.

Me: Why aren’t you saying what’s on your mind?

Wife:  I’m not giving you any reactions, and am not arguing with you anymore.

Me: What?

Wife: I’m not going to give you any more information to write about.

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  Ok baby.  If that the way you feel, then I support your decision.  I love you.

 

At that point she walked away knowing that I was going to write about this.  She has to realize that this has become a form of therapy for me.  I will continue to write as long as it is enjoyable.

I just don’t get it?

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Where is my BLOW JOB?!?!?!

November 3, 2008 at 2:50 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The old Bait and switch.

I met my wife through a co-worker of hers.  We were introduced at a dinner party that was at his house.  The conversation was great, and we found each other attractive.  We spoke on the phone for about two weeks, and then our first official date come.  I took her out for as nice diner, and some wine.  The night started early, and the next thing I knew we had two bottles of wine.  The date came to an end, and I took her home.  Two blocks from her house she asked me to stop the car, and pull over for a proper kiss.  I’m all about the kiss good night.  No kiss, no second date.  I pulled over, and we made out for a bit.  To my surprise she decided to give me some head.  This was a perfect end to a first date.

Needless to say when I had to let my friends know how well the night went, and especially how it ended.  We dated for a while, and every date ended the same.  No complaints here.  She wanted to wait before we had sex.  A few months later we had some awesome sex.  The oral sex was some of the best I had ever had. 

After three years, I figured that this was the girl for me.  Great sex, great head, great conversation, and not bad looking either.  We got engaged, and nothing had changed.  The first few months of marriage things went well.  I don’t know what happened, but I haven’t seen a blow job in eight fuckin years.  From one every time we hung out to none.  How the fuck does this happen?

When I asked if something was wrong?  She would always respond no.  Then I would ask, whats up with no head since we got married?  She would respond that she gave me head after we were married.  I would then ask, why no head now?  She would say, just don’t feel like it.

What the fuck.  I don’t feel like waking up for work every morning, but I do.  The only reason I do is because I know how much you love to see money on the table at the end of the week.  You should think back and remember how much I use to love getting head.  Try to think of the two going hand in hand.  I still come home with the money, and yet no head.  I can take that money and buy my self some head, but I don’t. 

I want my head back.

I feel like I got the old bait and switch.  As soon as you got comfortable, you cut out one of the qualities I loved about you.

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being bi-polar

November 3, 2008 at 8:12 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The point of this story is why she thinks I’m bi-polar.  And she has every right to.  Because I do in fact go from loving her to hating her at the flick of a switch.  The problem is, it is her fault.

Why don’t I leave her you may ask?  I have no fucking idea.

The story begins some year and a half ago when I was the sweetest and nicest person that this person has ever had the pleasure of dating.  I was always on time.  Always dressed up.  Always ready to go out.  I used to actually enjoy driving a hour to hang out with her because of the fact that she was a pleasure to be around.  (but for those who don’t know me I am a very tough person to deal with because everything has to be my way and I don’t see anything wrong with that)  So, here we are a few months into the relationship when I realize that this person has yet to offer to pay for anything.  Now, by no means am I broke or poor, but it is the principal of the matter.  I mean, geez, I’ve dated strippers, hookers, c-list celebrities and all these people have at least offered to pay for something (whether it be coach check or dinner).  It doesn’t matter what they offered to pay for because I never let them pay, but it was the fact that they at least offered. Even if they did the fake out, which is when a girl fakes it like she is reaching for her purse but all along expecting you to pay.  I actually appreciate the fake out because it is funny.

So anyway, here we are out to dinner one night and I casually mention the fact that she has yet to offer to pay for anything.  Gentlemen, I have never seen a girl turn ready like this before in my life.  She had to balls to tell me “What kind of guy expects a girl to pay?  Only immature guys expect girls to pay.”  I had no response to this.  I was in a state of shock for a second.  So, I had no idea what to do or so.  I turned to her and said, “wow, I’m glad your parents raised you right.”  I then took the bill and paid and took her home, only to ignore her calls for the next couple days.  Then, like an asshole, I answered the phone.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it like that.  I’ve just never had anyone say anything like that to me.”  Now, this girl’s family is poor, but she makes $110k a year so fuck that.  Ever since that day things started to change.  My constantly getting dressed up and ready to take her out changed to me wearing jeans and a t shirt and going to the local bar so I could get liquored up.  Me going down to see her, turned to me going down to sleep in her bed and then sleep with her and then go back home.  Me always being on time turned to me making pit stops along the way to hang out with my boys.

So, now the “bi-polar” conversation.  I still love this girl, but at the same time I think she is a piece of shit.  So I go from telling her how much I love her to telling her how miserable she makes me.  So when she is nice, I love her, but when she reminds me how much of a bitch she is, I hate her and therefore tear her apart.  So, she now things I am bi-polar.  I’m not bi-polar hun, I just think your an awful girlfriend who on occasion actually makes me happy.  The times I tell you that I love you and care about you are the times when I just don’t give a fuck about you anymore…that’s the best part.

Ps. her parents have taken notice that all I do now is come down and sleep in her bed and then go home…they told her that all I use her for is to screw, yet they still let me in their house to date her…what a set of parents you have sweetheart, they admit to you that they think the only reason I am with you is to screw yet they still let me in your house…haha what a joke

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how married but miserable is saving my relationship

November 4, 2008 at 3:56 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

Men need to vent. It is something that all guys need to do. If you don’t vent, then you will one day explode and God only knows what you will do. This is where I can honestly say that married but miserable is making me a happy person again.

I can honestly say that in the last two years I have only been happy 3 times…that is until now. Long story short, I can honestly say that my relationship has been like the credit crisis…sub-prime.

Truth be told, I have a pretty shitty relationship and for some odd and strange reason I won’t leave it. What can I do? Constantly complain to my friends so I look like an asshole? Hell no! I’ll look like the biggest asshole. So, married but miserable has saved me because now I can vent.

I love married but miserable and I thank the person who created it.

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