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Loaning a chick money 9/9/16 - Bye (2 Viewers)
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gianmarco
Footballguy
fantasycurse42
Footballguy Jr.
I like it better in James Earl Jones voice.No but I'm definitely picturing it now
fantasycurse42
Footballguy Jr.
I've been trying to talk my wife into making me the meat in a hooters sandwich, but this thread gives me pause.
fred_1_15301
Footballguy
We're all human buddy
Godsbrother
Footballguy
This kind of stuff happens to me all of the time...
... the wife being upset at me part.
... the wife being upset at me part.
Yeah. Mine gets upset if I load the dishwasher wrong. Life is not fair.This kind of stuff happens to me all of the time...
... the wife being upset at me part.
No doubt. With facebook, everyone in town is a friend of a friend where one bad post can cause embarrassment.
fantasycurse42
Footballguy Jr.
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
The Talk
It’s Monday, I pushed my staff meeting until late in the afternoon that day and didn’t get home until about 7pm. My wife, daughter and Angie are back in town and at home when I arrived. While my daughter is giving me a welcome home hug, my wife asks Angie to get my daughter ready for bath time. It’s the first time I’ve talked to my wife since being screamed at over the phone the day before.
We don’t yell at each other in earshot of my daughter, ever. I sit down next to her on the couch and she immediately starts crying, with one hand over her face, as soon as Angie and my daughter are upstairs. I start to try to explain myself but she just puts up her other hand verbally blocking my attempts to apologize.
I sat there silently as she sobbed to give her a moment while hoping she says something, anything. Tell me I f###ed up, tell me what a jerk I am, just say something…
Wife: It’s over
Me: What?
Wife: It’s over, I can’t do this anymore.
Me: Do what? What’s over?
Her sobbing turns into confidence; it’s as if she rehearsed what she said next a thousand times.
Wife: You have to leave, tonight.
Me: Babe wait…
Wife: (again, in firm tone) You have to leave, tonight.
I say nothing. I head upstairs and begin packing my suitcases. While I’m packing and reflecting on what an idiot I am, my daughter runs in my room in her jammies ready for bed with Angie standing in the doorway.
Daughter: I’m all clean daddy!, good night. Then she notices my suitcases being packed. It’s a sight she is very familiar seeing but hates seeing it every time. Dad, you leaving for work again?
Me: Yes, sweetie pie, daddy has to leave for work. I’ll Skype you every night as always.
Daughter: When are you coming back?
Me: (I pause…and lie again), In a week
She says okay, and our usual goodnight hug is now a goodbye hug. She leaves to her room…I silently start crying.
With two suitcases filled and a backpack full of miscellaneous items, I head downstairs. I walk through the living room with my wife still in the same position on the couch. I look at her hoping the reality of what’s happing at this moment will shake her into saying, “wait”, but it doesn’t. She didn’t even look at me; she looked through me.
I get my things into my car, start engine and I just sit there – because I have no idea where I’m going. I hit the Lexus Enform button and hear, “Thank you for using Lexus Enform, how can I help you today”. I was silent…then, in standard protocol, the person asked in a heightened voice as if I needed help…like the ‘we’re going to call emergency services if I don’t answer’, type of help. I quickly said “no, no sorry I hit the wrong button”; I apologized and ended the connection.
I started driving, aimlessly turning down one street to another. I felt my anger, disappointment and utter emptiness beginning to get the best of me so I called the one person that knows everything about me – someone I didn’t have to hide any aspect of my life from – Lance. I call Lance from my car:
Lance: Who dis?
(I think I’ve said before that Lance is a white guy that likes to “talk black” to me. He learned his slang from TV and movies so it’s like listening to someone that grew up in backwoods of Louisiana trying to pull off a Boston accent).
Me: It’s Ron
Lance: MY N###A! WUT UP DAWG?
Me: I don’t know man, s### is f-ed up right now (I tell Lance the entire story).
Lance: If you need to stay at my crib, it’s all you
Me: No, I’ve screwed up enough households for one lifetime. I’ll find a hotel.
Lance: Yeah, you’d probably try to bone my girl or something (laughing).
I called around a bit and settled on the Regency for the night while I sorted things out. While I’m settling into my room, my cell rings. It’s someone from the venture capital firm (it's an odd call this late at night, especially considering this guy is like 65+ years old ex-military guy):
Me: This is Ron
VC: Ron! The (name of deal) is doing to s### in a s### basket with a big s### bow tied on it! (he goes on like this for a while).
Aside: this is how adults talk in the business world, mods just FYI.
VC: I need you to go to (office location) and handjack (name of owner) until this deal is done.
Me: Shouldn’t we send the CPA guys in considering the issue?
VC: No, they’ll only f### this up more. The owner needs to see your smooth ### right by his side. You’ve been greasing his nipples up for 18 months now, could you image what he would think if we sent in a bunch of guys with calculators and #2 pencils while he’s s###ing the bed? He needs you there my man!
Me: I’ll get on the first plane I can
VC: Good. Oh and Ron. Don’t forget to tickle his balls for me
Me: I never forget the tickle (we end the call).
And like that, my personal life disappeared. I was on my laptop booking a flight and getting notes together for the next day. I showed up the next afternoon at the client's site unannounced. I walked past the front desk reception area and straight to the owners office; I tapped on his office door and walked in,
“Ron! You’re here!!!”.
The deal got done three days later; I washed my hands a lot in those three days and by Thursday night I was on a flight back ‘home’.
It was on the flight that it hit me, I don’t have a ‘home’. I never Skyped my daughter any of those nights! My wife would normally call/text me to let me know my daughter is looking for a goodnight-Skype. By the time I landed it was way too late to make a good night call.
####, back to trying to figure the family thing out.
It’s Monday, I pushed my staff meeting until late in the afternoon that day and didn’t get home until about 7pm. My wife, daughter and Angie are back in town and at home when I arrived. While my daughter is giving me a welcome home hug, my wife asks Angie to get my daughter ready for bath time. It’s the first time I’ve talked to my wife since being screamed at over the phone the day before.
We don’t yell at each other in earshot of my daughter, ever. I sit down next to her on the couch and she immediately starts crying, with one hand over her face, as soon as Angie and my daughter are upstairs. I start to try to explain myself but she just puts up her other hand verbally blocking my attempts to apologize.
I sat there silently as she sobbed to give her a moment while hoping she says something, anything. Tell me I f###ed up, tell me what a jerk I am, just say something…
Wife: It’s over
Me: What?
Wife: It’s over, I can’t do this anymore.
Me: Do what? What’s over?
Her sobbing turns into confidence; it’s as if she rehearsed what she said next a thousand times.
Wife: You have to leave, tonight.
Me: Babe wait…
Wife: (again, in firm tone) You have to leave, tonight.
I say nothing. I head upstairs and begin packing my suitcases. While I’m packing and reflecting on what an idiot I am, my daughter runs in my room in her jammies ready for bed with Angie standing in the doorway.
Daughter: I’m all clean daddy!, good night. Then she notices my suitcases being packed. It’s a sight she is very familiar seeing but hates seeing it every time. Dad, you leaving for work again?
Me: Yes, sweetie pie, daddy has to leave for work. I’ll Skype you every night as always.
Daughter: When are you coming back?
Me: (I pause…and lie again), In a week
She says okay, and our usual goodnight hug is now a goodbye hug. She leaves to her room…I silently start crying.
With two suitcases filled and a backpack full of miscellaneous items, I head downstairs. I walk through the living room with my wife still in the same position on the couch. I look at her hoping the reality of what’s happing at this moment will shake her into saying, “wait”, but it doesn’t. She didn’t even look at me; she looked through me.
I get my things into my car, start engine and I just sit there – because I have no idea where I’m going. I hit the Lexus Enform button and hear, “Thank you for using Lexus Enform, how can I help you today”. I was silent…then, in standard protocol, the person asked in a heightened voice as if I needed help…like the ‘we’re going to call emergency services if I don’t answer’, type of help. I quickly said “no, no sorry I hit the wrong button”; I apologized and ended the connection.
I started driving, aimlessly turning down one street to another. I felt my anger, disappointment and utter emptiness beginning to get the best of me so I called the one person that knows everything about me – someone I didn’t have to hide any aspect of my life from – Lance. I call Lance from my car:
Lance: Who dis?
(I think I’ve said before that Lance is a white guy that likes to “talk black” to me. He learned his slang from TV and movies so it’s like listening to someone that grew up in backwoods of Louisiana trying to pull off a Boston accent).
Me: It’s Ron
Lance: MY N###A! WUT UP DAWG?
Me: I don’t know man, s### is f-ed up right now (I tell Lance the entire story).
Lance: If you need to stay at my crib, it’s all you
Me: No, I’ve screwed up enough households for one lifetime. I’ll find a hotel.
Lance: Yeah, you’d probably try to bone my girl or something (laughing).
I called around a bit and settled on the Regency for the night while I sorted things out. While I’m settling into my room, my cell rings. It’s someone from the venture capital firm (it's an odd call this late at night, especially considering this guy is like 65+ years old ex-military guy):
Me: This is Ron
VC: Ron! The (name of deal) is doing to s### in a s### basket with a big s### bow tied on it! (he goes on like this for a while).
Aside: this is how adults talk in the business world, mods just FYI.
VC: I need you to go to (office location) and handjack (name of owner) until this deal is done.
Me: Shouldn’t we send the CPA guys in considering the issue?
VC: No, they’ll only f### this up more. The owner needs to see your smooth ### right by his side. You’ve been greasing his nipples up for 18 months now, could you image what he would think if we sent in a bunch of guys with calculators and #2 pencils while he’s s###ing the bed? He needs you there my man!
Me: I’ll get on the first plane I can
VC: Good. Oh and Ron. Don’t forget to tickle his balls for me
Me: I never forget the tickle (we end the call).
And like that, my personal life disappeared. I was on my laptop booking a flight and getting notes together for the next day. I showed up the next afternoon at the client's site unannounced. I walked past the front desk reception area and straight to the owners office; I tapped on his office door and walked in,
“Ron! You’re here!!!”.
The deal got done three days later; I washed my hands a lot in those three days and by Thursday night I was on a flight back ‘home’.
It was on the flight that it hit me, I don’t have a ‘home’. I never Skyped my daughter any of those nights! My wife would normally call/text me to let me know my daughter is looking for a goodnight-Skype. By the time I landed it was way too late to make a good night call.
####, back to trying to figure the family thing out.
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fantasycurse42
Footballguy Jr.
Damn dude, not the update I was looking for... When is this from?
ETA: Based on the last update, this is probably 2-3 months ago?
ETA: Based on the last update, this is probably 2-3 months ago?
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Arizona Ron
Footballguy
All of this went down since January. Still a lot to cover but I simply can't take the time to write all 5 months of BS in one day.
I do feel better "talking" about this now though.
Yankee23Fan
Fair Tax!
Yeah, not a huge fan of when the show gets all serious all of a sudden. I hate that. IT's why Seinfeld was in every sense, perfect. I would like this part to go relatively quick - not saying you need to get back into having 68 people in the house at one time like Caligula, but you know, no depressing stuff.
I'd be ok with the whole wild roller coaster ending and you and the wife and daughter riding off into the sunset together or sumsuch. So, you know, when you're working on the edits.....
I'd be ok with the whole wild roller coaster ending and you and the wife and daughter riding off into the sunset together or sumsuch. So, you know, when you're working on the edits.....
Baloney Sandwich
Footballguy
The only question that really comes to mind after reading that is what were you wearing when you walked into the owner's office?
Steve Tasker
Footballguy
I was all on board until that jerk started bashing the CPAs.
McGarnicle
Footballguy
Was not expecting there to be any negative consequences. :(
Yankee23Fan
Fair Tax!
She absolutely was not. But, women have the control here.
It's funny what sets them off. I just finished a divorce where the wife openly cheated. Left for months at a time - and they had kids. The husband just took it. For the most part. Eventually he started cheating as well. The two of them would actually talk to each other about their affairs. She moves in with a guy but still considers herself married. He considers this basically par for the course. He's been taking care of the kids paying all the bills and doing everything he thinks is right while getting a little on the side while the wife is a step above a working girl in the bad part of town. One night he has a lady friend over the house while the kids were out with their grandparents. They don't do anything (they continue to swear to this day) but they do take a picture together and she posts on her online account the "cute" picture.
Wife loses it and files for divorce and treats him like crap ever since. It was ok when she was cheating. When he was getting a little on the side to keep him regular and that she was moving in with a boyfriend. But what threw her into nuclear mode was that he had the audacity to let a woman into "her house." It still makes no sense to me. But the divorce is over now. What the heck do I know?....
xulf
Footballguy
tommyboy
Footballguy
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
Have you ever been in a meeting with an old person above the "C" level (board members, government, investment groups)? They typically don't give a rip quantitative numbers.
I watched a CFO get his ### chewed trying to help his CEO by explain why they didn't complete X amount of jobs. The CFO and his team broke down that the actual level of effort for jobs completed which matched the level of effort associated with completing goal of X amount of jobs - it made perfect sense to me.
They didn't care, they just wanted to know why you didn't complete X amount of job. Period.
glock
"Don't grumble, give a whistle!"
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
I'm sorry man, I spit the truth here.
As I've said many of times, it's not as cool as you might think.
Damn....sorry it went down like that. I hope things are turning around. That really sucks
McGarnicle
Footballguy
I think it would be helpful for your wife to read this thread, so that she can better understand your feelings on the matter, and the various tidbits of advice you've received along the way.
IvanKaramazov
Footballguy
Buckfast 1 said:Hinezer said:
IvanKaramazov
Footballguy
McGarnicle
Footballguy
glumpy
breeze
Just hoping for the best Ron!I'm sorry man, I spit the truth here.
As I've said many of times, it's not as cool as you might think.
MikeIke
Footballguy
Damn, Ron, I was but I also wasn't expecting this kind of update, you know what I mean? My gut said that this can never work, but you and your wife seem to have figured out a solution. Until now...
I feel for you, man. Your wife is making up the rules as she goes along. She gets to bang whomever she wants, you get to bang whomever you want, except the ones she doesn't want you to bang. Typical female.
But I'll go back to my earlier statement, letting her wear your wife's anniversary ring was a big mistake.
I hope you and your daughter are still able to have a good relationship.
I feel for you, man. Your wife is making up the rules as she goes along. She gets to bang whomever she wants, you get to bang whomever you want, except the ones she doesn't want you to bang. Typical female.
But I'll go back to my earlier statement, letting her wear your wife's anniversary ring was a big mistake.
I hope you and your daughter are still able to have a good relationship.
pollardsvision
Footballguy
How's the Ice Princess doing?
glumpy
breeze
ClownCausedChaos2
Footballguy
McGarnicle
Footballguy
I still believe.
