Relationship Rant Thread #6

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Truth be told, when I posted this I expected an assault of self-righteous, do-goody weaklings. I'm actually pleasantly surprised to find someone who shares my views.

 

All that matters is that I get to hear whatever I want to hear. And from you it's not particularly attractive, but from others

 

It's a bit of a cliche to say that but there are no rules in love or war. Whatever it takes (and I mean it).

FYI just because I look good doesn't mean I am good.

FYI just because I look good doesn't mean I'm into guys.

 

But if I'm good, does that mean I'm ugly?

 

That's what you get for being a do-goody weakling.

ION, saw the gal I mentioned in the Rated-R RRT. More on that there.

 

Probably.

Unfortunately for me I don't look that good which may mean something else entirely.

 

Ah! So happy right now. Ladyfriend came over, we watched The Birds (really goofy, bee tee dubs), and we basically figured out how we're going to make this work. Bitter Joy because she is leaving for Ireland, and then going to Africa over the summer, but I am still happy at even the thought of her.

 

Got blindsided... the girl I am "seeing" (but not really...) invited me to her Christmas party... didn't realize there would be 30 family members there, all of whom classified me as the 'boyfriend.' Great.

(This is not the girl I was referring to in my last post... I wouldn't mind being called boyfriend by her!)

 

That's what you get for going to a Christmas party!

Shoulda known better Saber.

 

I know, I realized as I was in the car and she said, "You, Nate (her sister's boyfriend), and my aunt's new boyfriend are going to be hazed, by the way," that I am considered her boyfriend.

Of course, to get out of the situation I am going to end up hurting her in some way, no doubt. Stupid of me to get into situations like this.

 

I miss my lady. Not gonna see her until January 6th. This makes me sad.

 

So after a 5 hour talk on Xmas, Jessica and I have tentatively agreed that I will move back in around the end of January...but not as husband and wife, but roommates with the occasional benefit of sex. That's not the only benefit...we agreed that we can be as naked as we want - as much as we want around the house (as long as neither of us have company over). Since I've been at my parent's place, and Jessica's mom and her boyfriend have been living in my old computer room, neither of us get to walk around nude...ever. That's a big deal for both of us, and we're both excited to get our freedom back! Not to mention I still get to ogle my soon to be ex-wife as much as I want.


For those who care:

I still love her deeply. I find her attractive physically, emotionally, and mentally.
She still loves/cares for me, and she's still finds me attractive physically and mentally...and she knows, and openly admits that she will never meet another man who can please her in bed like I can!
She just needs to grow emotionally, find what makes her happy in life...and if God, karma, and the fates smile upon me: she will slowly begin to fall in love with me again.

I'm now willing to sign the papers, and I can think of no better day to file together than on January 21st...the day my parents basically forced us to get legally married. We've never done things the "traditional" way...and as Jessica put it, "We're kind of like Dr. Cox and Jordan from Scrubs. That damn piece of paper screwed everything up!"

With that said, we shall see how things go from here. I'll update you guys whenever something big happens.

 

Best of luck to you, Kit. You are on one hell of a rollercoaster and I know I could never face it with the strength you have displayed.

I'm arranging returning back to Solihull on the 29th. I've been home for the Christmas time, my parents have done nothing but argue, the cat is hiding in my room where he hates putting up with them sulking and it was previously off limits. Seeing my grandad was a massive shock to me.

I last saw him on my birthday, he was happy, had a full head of hair, didn't have all that much energy and had a fairly full figure.

He looks like a skeleton! He's lost all of his hair and keeps feeling so cold and almost on the verge of sleep, he's coughing constantly as well. I got him some books for Christmas and he started reading one, but where he laughed it would hurt and make him cough so he had to put them down.

At least we got to see him, he is a central part of this family and it's really broken my heart seeing him like this. We have to all try and be strong for Grandma, my step-father probably doesn't care and my mother is trying to be strong and deal with my step-father where they keep arguing - this leaves me with the cat and a boyfriend who I can only talk to via MSN (at least his phone has it at work)

A main concern is that the last death in the family was on the 26th of October 1988 and I don't know how I'll handle it myself, let alone figuring out what the family needs me to do.

 

Good luck Kit, one of the most frustrating things is having a physical relationship when you want more from it. Hope it works out for you.

 

I dunno. For me, the most frustrating thing is having more when you just want a physical relationship...

 

I was gonna add that to preserve my manhood... but didn't

 

It takes marriage to truly understand frustration in relationships.

 

From RBP...

Hell yeah! Family warfare on my sire's side, with ME being the center! It's fun and fun explaining that I wasn't at my grandfather's funeral because some nameless lying scumbag (*cough*sire*cough*) said I KNEW about the funeral, which was NOT the case!

While for some of them it pained me to do so (there were a couple that were alright in this sorry bunch)... I turned my back on them, grabbed a keg of kerosene, soaked up whatever remaining (relationship) bridge I had with this bunch of silly sorry bastards, then set it ablaze while I forced them to watch. Hell, while it was burning, I had some nature. And then I got hungry, and then I made s'mores on the burning bridge. And then I left.

Felt damn good doing so, too. So long, you sorry bastards. I don't need you bunch. And that's the bottom line... cause I just don't give a [bleep]!

 

I was surprised to hear from my father this year actually.

Apparently he has no idea why I was 'making a fuss' about needing an electric chair - he had been 'helping' me by finding something idea for my needs... because there are perfectly good mobility scooters on ebay for roughly £150 after all.

After correcting his misconceptions with a variety of descriptions on the current state of his intellect and hopeful allusions to his supposed humour.

I reminded him he lied to get out of maintenance for 18 years and he's supposedly sending something to help towards it

If I get money out of a scotsman I will be astounded.

 

Off-topic, but where is the MUG?