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Loaning a chick money 9/9/16 - Bye (3 Viewers)
- Thread starter Arizona Ron
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Sweet J
Footballguy
Al Czervik
Footballguy
You need to turn the Ice Princess away next time for leaving unfinished business. She thinks she has all the control (which she does at this point) and that needs to change.
In The Zone
Footballguy
SeveredHorseHeads
Footballguy
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
iHop uses canned fruit poured on top of the pancakes; I quarter fresh fruit and cook the fruit in the pancakes.
It's a big difference. Add the fact the women can have a drink, get naked, lick ##### and pass out - my place wins every time.
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
It's a good point but she's much easier and more predictable when she has control - whether actual or perceived.
It's easier for me to "manage" her this way. When she feels out of control, she goes to the extreme.
Zow
Footballguy
Zegras11
Footballguy
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
This thread isn't about what works for this thread, it's about me venting about life. I like the different perspectives but I'm not going to create a caustic situation for the sake of creating one.
TheAristocrat
Footballguy
As much as it would be fun to have a remote control for AZRon, how about we just let him live his life and consider ourselves fortunate enough to take it all in here?
That's what she said.
That's what she said.
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Koya
Footballguy
I'm calling it right now - Koya is officially old.
Honestly, I want no part of this scenario at this point. Seriously, gimme some port, or tequila shots with the wife, an occasional club night that may or may not end up in a bit of debauchery and otherwise my vape, my girl, a ballgame on tv and the recliner (crate and barrel - my wife wouldn't want anyone to think it someplace "worse").
At least she cooks from scratch. While I'm in said recliner.
Rick James
Footballguy
So Ron is afraid of icechick now?
ClownCausedChaos2
Footballguy
cstu
Footballguy
I thought I'd seen it all but that was the most emasculating thing I've ever read.[SIZE=medium][Friday][/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It’s a week later, Friday. It’s about 10:00am, the girls are at work/school and the house is all nice and quiet. I finished a breakfast protein shake then sat on the couch with my laptop and iPhone 6+ swapping between checking email and making CC donations. I’m still wearing the gym shorts and a t-shirt I woke up in; I’m drinking an unflavored black coffee to slowly convince myself to get a few miles in for the day but still haven’t put on shoes, socks or my Under Armor gear as of yet. Al Jazzera in on TV in the background. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I hear the front door security “peep peep” and walking in is the Ice Princess with “Chuckie” (her dog). Chuckie immediately runs up and jumps on me to greet me with a tongue lashing almost making me spill my coffee; he then runs around, upstairs – I hear him running through the halls and then downstairs seemly looking for everyone else. He finally settles down in the family room while making random checks at the sliding glass door leading to the backyard. I let him out back.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice Princess doesn’t even say hi (I’ve come to realize not using a greeting is her shtick). She’s wearing sweatpants, a tight t-shirt and flip flops. She goes into my kitchen, makes a bowl of cereal, kicks off her flip flops and sits on the floor while leaning up to my couch in my living (her favorite spot). [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]After munching for a while, she says while looking straight ahead at the TV, [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice: “where is everyone?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “Wife is at work, Angie at class and daughter is in school”. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice: “And what are you doing? ‘working from home’, aka jerking off and doing nothing”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](a long pause)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice: “I saw you staring at my ##### at the club last week, you miss it don’t you”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: (sarcastically), “Yes I do, it’s the most fantastic ##### I’ve ever seen in my life. I feel empty without it” (I chuckle a bit and go back to my email).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](another long pause, silence) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: (sincere), “Seriously, we had a good time and you looked great. I liked your outfit”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]She gets up and takes the bowl of cereal to the kitchen. Then comes back and asks me, “Which outfit did you like? The green one?”…then, She takes her sweatpants off (no panties), t-shirt off and says, “or this one?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](aside: I’ve done just about everything a man can with this chick yet I still look at her in amazement; I feel like a 12 year old looking at his first porno mag, when she’s naked)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: (fumbling for words)…”yes”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]She walks up to me while I’m sitting on the couch, pushes the laptop off of my lap with her foot and takes my phone tossing it to the edge of the couch. She then stands on the couch, one leg on each side of me so her vag is within an inch away from my face and says, “See, you’re staring at it again you creep”. I lean forward right into it while clutching her ### tightly; I have eating a lot of ##### in my day and this one…this one…is just….fantastic…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]After a few moments, her dominate stands is starting to wane; I feel her leg muscles convulsing slightly then she quickly pushes my head away. She steps down and lays at the edge of the couch with one leg on the floor and the other up on the couch, both legs at a 45 degreeish angle and spread wide. I’m still wearing my sweat shorts and t-shirt so I confidently take off my shorts and lean into herfirst.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]She grabs the neckline of my t-shirt and the back of my head sending me back down to finish my plate. I am going to town, downtown – two fingers working and tongue slurping. She leans back more and more, then she grips her legs around my head, she shakes fast…the real slow…the says, “wait, wait” gently pushing me away. “Don’t’ touch me” (she says quietly as she organisms). She lays silently for a minute or two then pops up, goes to the bathroom. I’m still rock hard, not sure if I should just sit here with my #### out or put my shorts back on.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]She comes out, picks up her clothes and puts them on. I put on my shorts, still pitching a tent. She says, “oh I forgot something” and runs out the front door – I’m like. She comes back in with a bag of dog food, and says, “I switched Chuckie to this dog food now (drops the bag of dog food), k gotta run – oh and have fun jerking off (sinister laughter)”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I sit stunned for a sec, then open my phone simply out of habit; it opens directly to CoC, oh that Pekka I cooked for Zub is ready – all yours bud. I then go take a shower.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium][saturday][/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It’s about 5:00am Saturday morning, I wake up to my phone ringing, it’s the Wife. I pick up the phone and hear a group of women yelling, “WE WANT PANCAKES!!!, WE WANT PANCAKES!!!, WE WANT PANCAKES!!!”. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “STOP!!!, wtf is going on?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Wife: “We were going to go to iHop but your pancakes are way better, are you up yet?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “I am now” (I usually wake up between 5:30 and 6:30 so it was fine). “How long until you get here?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](I hear my wife in the background yelling above the other two girls asking the Uber driver how long until they get home, 15 mins).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Wife: “15 MINUTES!!!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “Okay, okay, got it”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I pull myself out of bed, I go check on my daughter’s room; I open her door and see the tent is up (on Friday nights, Angie and my daughter “camp out” in her room – they’re fast asleep in the tent).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I throw on shorts and a t-shirt and head downstairs – first order of business is coffee; I prep the Keurig and start brewing a coffee. I search around the fridge for fruit, I usually keep a fruit tray in the house and today is no different (I really just like the watermelon but I’m so self-conscious that I buy a fruit tray every time, the girls eat all the other fruit).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The girls burst in the front door, talking loudly and at the same time telling each other to “SHHHH” – drunk, obviously. It’s Ice Princess, Girl 1 and my Wife. They settle down then Ice Princess proclaims, “I’m making the pancakes”. Wife and Girl 1 at first say just let Ron make the pancakes but then they back down to Alpha Female – I say, “whatever, have at it” and took a seat on the couch. I tell them to go down to the basement so they don’t wake Daughter and Angie up, they do but Ice still says, “stay out of the kitchen, I’m making pancakes” – whatever.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I go to the kitchen to get my coffee and to take out the pancake mix (it’s the just add water type) from the cabinet sitting right next to a box of instant mash potatoes. I spontaneously decide switch the bag of mash potatoes with the bag of pancake mix, went back to the couch to wait for this debacle while sipping coffee. Sure enough, 15 mins later, Ice is mixing instant mash potato mix and water while yelling out loud that this doesn’t look right; my Wife and Girl 1 convince her to let me make the pancakes. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I walk into the kitchen while they’re all still there and say, “This smells like mash potatoes” – my Wife and Girl 1 burst into laughter – Ice Princess flips out yelling, “YOU ARE A F##### A##HOLE”. They all go back downstairs. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I quarter some strawberries and bananas, mix them in a bowl with a little confectioners sugar and add them to the pancake mix. For Ice, she’s a chocolate freak so I cut up some Hersey’s kisses and made her chocolate pancakes; I take the pancakes downstairs – Ice is falling asleep but says, “I don’t want any of your ####### pancakes”. I set my Wife and Girl 1’s down; they remark the strawberries and bananas then Ice notices I made her chocolate pancakes. Ice pauses, perks up - I saw her look of disgust go to a look of excitement saying, “You made chocolate pancakes!!! Just for me?” She hops up, kisses me and says thank you.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]By 7:30, they finished eating and were all sleeping downstairs. Angie and my daughter were still sleeping upstairs. I went back to my couch and opened my phone.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Zub needs a Pekka, I gotcha bud. [/SIZE]
squidrope
Footballguy
[SIZE=medium][Friday][/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It’s a week later, Friday. It’s about 10:00am, the girls are at work/school and the house is all nice and quiet. I finished a breakfast protein shake then sat on the couch with my laptop and iPhone 6+ swapping between checking email and making CC donations. I’m still wearing the gym shorts and a t-shirt I woke up in; I’m drinking an unflavored black coffee to slowly convince myself to get a few miles in for the day but still haven’t put on shoes, socks or my Under Armor gear as of yet. Al Jazzera in on TV in the background. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I hear the front door security “peep peep” and walking in is the Ice Princess with “Chuckie” (her dog). Chuckie immediately runs up and jumps on me to greet me with a tongue lashing almost making me spill my coffee; he then runs around, upstairs – I hear him running through the halls and then downstairs seemly looking for everyone else. He finally settles down in the family room while making random checks at the sliding glass door leading to the backyard. I let him out back.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice Princess doesn’t even say hi (I’ve come to realize not using a greeting is her shtick). She’s wearing sweatpants, a tight t-shirt and flip flops. She goes into my kitchen, makes a bowl of cereal, kicks off her flip flops and sits on the floor while leaning up to my couch in my living (her favorite spot). [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]After munching for a while, she says while looking straight ahead at the TV, [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice: “where is everyone?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “Wife is at work, Angie at class and daughter is in school”. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice: “And what are you doing? ‘working from home’, aka jerking off and doing nothing”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me:
[SIZE=medium](a long pause)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Ice: “I saw you staring at my ##### at the club last week, you miss it don’t you”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: (sarcastically), “Yes I do, it’s the most fantastic ##### I’ve ever seen in my life. I feel empty without it” (I chuckle a bit and go back to my email).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](another long pause, silence) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: (sincere), “Seriously, we had a good time and you looked great. I liked your outfit”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]She gets up and takes the bowl of cereal to the kitchen. Then comes back and asks me, “Which outfit did you like? The green one?”…then, She takes her sweatpants off (no panties), t-shirt off and says, “or this one?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](aside: I’ve done just about everything a man can with this chick yet I still look at her in amazement; I feel like a 12 year old looking at his first porno mag, when she’s naked)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: (fumbling for words)…”yes”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]She walks up to me while I’m sitting on the couch, pushes the laptop off of my lap with her foot and takes my phone tossing it to the edge of the couch. She then stands on the couch, one leg on each side of me so her vag is within an inch away from my face and says, “See, you’re staring at it again you creep”. I lean forward right into it while clutching her ### tightly; I have eating a lot of ##### in my day and this one…this one…is just….fantastic…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]After a few moments, her dominate stands is starting to wane; I feel her leg muscles convulsing slightly then she quickly pushes my head away. She steps down and lays at the edge of the couch with one leg on the floor and the other up on the couch, both legs at a 45 degreeish angle and spread wide. I’m still wearing my sweat shorts and t-shirt so I confidently take off my shorts and lean into her
[SIZE=medium]She grabs the neckline of my t-shirt and the back of my head sending me back down to finish my plate. I am going to town, downtown – two fingers working and tongue slurping. She leans back more and more, then she grips her legs around my head, she shakes fast…the real slow…the says, “wait, wait” gently pushing me away. “Don’t’ touch me” (she says quietly as she organisms). She lays silently for a minute or two then pops up, goes to the bathroom. I’m still rock hard, not sure if I should just sit here with my #### out or put my shorts back on.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]She comes out, picks up her clothes and puts them on. I put on my shorts, still pitching a tent. She says, “oh I forgot something” and runs out the front door – I’m like
[SIZE=medium]I sit stunned for a sec, then open my phone simply out of habit; it opens directly to CoC, oh that Pekka I cooked for Zub is ready – all yours bud. I then go take a shower.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium][saturday][/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It’s about 5:00am Saturday morning, I wake up to my phone ringing, it’s the Wife. I pick up the phone and hear a group of women yelling, “WE WANT PANCAKES!!!, WE WANT PANCAKES!!!, WE WANT PANCAKES!!!”. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “STOP!!!, wtf is going on?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Wife: “We were going to go to iHop but your pancakes are way better, are you up yet?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “I am now” (I usually wake up between 5:30 and 6:30 so it was fine). “How long until you get here?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](I hear my wife in the background yelling above the other two girls asking the Uber driver how long until they get home, 15 mins).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Wife: “15 MINUTES!!!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Me: “Okay, okay, got it”.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I pull myself out of bed, I go check on my daughter’s room; I open her door and see the tent is up (on Friday nights, Angie and my daughter “camp out” in her room – they’re fast asleep in the tent).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I throw on shorts and a t-shirt and head downstairs – first order of business is coffee; I prep the Keurig and start brewing a coffee. I search around the fridge for fruit, I usually keep a fruit tray in the house and today is no different (I really just like the watermelon but I’m so self-conscious that I buy a fruit tray every time, the girls eat all the other fruit).[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The girls burst in the front door, talking loudly and at the same time telling each other to “SHHHH” – drunk, obviously. It’s Ice Princess, Girl 1 and my Wife. They settle down then Ice Princess proclaims, “I’m making the pancakes”. Wife and Girl 1 at first say just let Ron make the pancakes but then they back down to Alpha Female – I say, “whatever, have at it” and took a seat on the couch. I tell them to go down to the basement so they don’t wake Daughter and Angie up, they do but Ice still says, “stay out of the kitchen, I’m making pancakes” – whatever.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I go to the kitchen to get my coffee and to take out the pancake mix (it’s the just add water type) from the cabinet sitting right next to a box of instant mash potatoes. I spontaneously decide switch the bag of mash potatoes with the bag of pancake mix, went back to the couch to wait for this debacle while sipping coffee. Sure enough, 15 mins later, Ice is mixing instant mash potato mix and water while yelling out loud that this doesn’t look right; my Wife and Girl 1 convince her to let me make the pancakes. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I walk into the kitchen while they’re all still there and say, “This smells like mash potatoes” – my Wife and Girl 1 burst into laughter – Ice Princess flips out yelling, “YOU ARE A F##### A##HOLE”. They all go back downstairs. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I quarter some strawberries and bananas, mix them in a bowl with a little confectioners sugar and add them to the pancake mix. For Ice, she’s a chocolate freak so I cut up some Hersey’s kisses and made her chocolate pancakes; I take the pancakes downstairs – Ice is falling asleep but says, “I don’t want any of your ####### pancakes”. I set my Wife and Girl 1’s down; they remark the strawberries and bananas then Ice notices I made her chocolate pancakes. Ice pauses, perks up - I saw her look of disgust go to a look of excitement saying, “You made chocolate pancakes!!! Just for me?” She hops up, kisses me and says thank you.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]By 7:30, they finished eating and were all sleeping downstairs. Angie and my daughter were still sleeping upstairs. I went back to my couch and opened my phone.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Zub needs a Pekka, I gotcha bud. [/SIZE]
I thought I'd seen it all but that was the most emasculating thing I've ever read.
gianmarco
Footballguy
Sebowski
Footballguy
No ####### way you get this but stick instant mashed potatoes in your house. I'm out.
Frostillicus
Footballguy
You are, without question, the creepiest dude on this board. How many of your posts are about this subject?
ClownCausedChaos2
Footballguy
Rick James
Footballguy
can someone recap who Girl 1 is? this is like watching Game of Thrones
Buckychudd
Footballguy
Zow
Footballguy
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
This thread is 3 years+ old - what doesn't help is when I first met girls 1, 2 &3 I didn't think they mattered or would be around long hence the name 1,2 & 3. What's worse, throughout the years I've accidently confused the names "Girl 1" and "Girl 3".
Girl 1 is a smart, tall (for a chick, maybe 5'9") level-headed chick that works a 9-5 office gig; her and my wife have been off and on for the past few years.
Girl 3 is the Ice Princess. Crazy, likes to wear short hair almost always a different color every time I see her. There is something insanely hot about her to me. I've always dug her look, google "Suicide Girls", people either love it or hate it.
Girl 2 has been out of the picture since I numbered her "Girl 2".
D-Day
Footballguy
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shadyridr
Footballguy
its a shame he couldnt spackle themDry Walls
very underrated post
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
there were at least three pitched tents involved in the reading of this update 
sbonomo
Footballguy
and the only random was the champagne room gal....definately slipping :jealousoldguy:
AAABatteries
Footballguy
Dan Lambskin
Footballguy
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
Well, no better place to discuss my current trainwreck than here.
I decided it was best for my daughter if I leave the house. My wife and I haven't been on the same page in years. Regardless of what's written herein, it really has nothing to do with us as a couple - it has more to do with two people that simply don't relate to each other. Frankly, we never have.
When I spoke to my daughter before moving out, one question she asked me is, "Is Angie leaving too?". Angie over the past few years has settled in as our nanny and part of the family. She's like a big sister to my daughter and we've provided the 'home' stability Angie never had. Still far from what Wilford Brimley would consider home, but still way better than the apartment hoping/roommate hoping lifestyle she had early on for so many years. Angie is still in college, helps out around the house, has health/dental insurance and is carving out a future for herself (not living day to day anymore).
Prior to speaking with my daughter, I spoke to my wife and Angie so we're all on the same page regarding next steps. We collectively agreed it was best to keep Angie at home if she wanted to - which of course she wanted to stay. I only found out later that she was really concerned about being moved out - this was never in consideration or even a concern. Angie handles making sure my daughter gets to her appointments, events, gifts for parties, etc. She 10x more organized than my wife and my wife knows it. To date my wife and I don't know what we would do without her.
My daughter handled things pretty well. She calls me all the time on her cell and I show up regularly to spend time with her; our time together is actually more productive in the short span of me not living in my own home. Now instead of finding ways to avoid dealing with everyone in the home because I'm stressed out - I make time for each person, my undivided time.
I've been moved out for several weeks now but it's only been recently that I've decided to have the Official Conversation tm my daughter. Prior to this I was simply going home, dealing with the wife then leaving to a hotel when my daughter went to sleep - it became draining, on me and my staff that had to deal with a burned out partner. I'm renting a condo downtown in Crystal City now until I decide on a long-term solution. My house is only about 40 miles away (aka 2.5 hours DC time) but still close enough to stop in anytime.
I brought my daughter to the place I'm living now so she could conceptualize where I am when we talk. She has her own room; I told her she could visit anytime. I like the building even if I don't end up buying the condo I'm renting now - I actually looked at one, 3br, 2k+ sqft that was about 800k-900k. Not sure I would ever pay that much for a condo but it's pretty convenient being on top of the metro.
Living in Crystal City is interesting. It's amazing how dead the area is on Sunday then you don't want to be in a car on Monday. I've had several dates that we've met, hung out and went back to my place all on the metro instead of driving. I had one chick that hung out at new place a few times, send me a "Relationship Request" to update our status to 'dating' on Facebook (she's 25ish) - she said, "I just sent you this invite so other guys will stop hounding me". I laughed jokingly with her as I declined it (##### please). Another few, "Netflix and Chill" dates that turned into, well, Netflix and Chill . A few times I had to be the old foggy and end the, "a few people over" turning into, "everyone get the #### out I have #### to do tomorrow" but w/e.
I have one chick I'm letting stay here "for a few days" so I'm sure that will turn out to me waking up being hung off the balcony by Shug Knight but again, meh.
I think my wife and I may have had some odd alternative to stockholm syndrome (both of us to each other); not physically trapped but maybe conceptually trapped in a relationship that we both just grew to accept - and really never understanding what "untrapped" means (if that makes sense). Although we've never figured out, "what's normal", we also never figured out what either person wants; regardless of the multiple counseling sessions. We both agreed that husband/wife, 2 kids and a picket fence wasn't us but we never drew parameters around what is or isn't. Both of us allowed our own hubris to begin the slow erosion of our marriage.
Yeah, like I said, my life is like being dealt two jacks. It's not a bad hand but I can really #### things up big time with it.
I decided it was best for my daughter if I leave the house. My wife and I haven't been on the same page in years. Regardless of what's written herein, it really has nothing to do with us as a couple - it has more to do with two people that simply don't relate to each other. Frankly, we never have.
When I spoke to my daughter before moving out, one question she asked me is, "Is Angie leaving too?". Angie over the past few years has settled in as our nanny and part of the family. She's like a big sister to my daughter and we've provided the 'home' stability Angie never had. Still far from what Wilford Brimley would consider home, but still way better than the apartment hoping/roommate hoping lifestyle she had early on for so many years. Angie is still in college, helps out around the house, has health/dental insurance and is carving out a future for herself (not living day to day anymore).
Prior to speaking with my daughter, I spoke to my wife and Angie so we're all on the same page regarding next steps. We collectively agreed it was best to keep Angie at home if she wanted to - which of course she wanted to stay. I only found out later that she was really concerned about being moved out - this was never in consideration or even a concern. Angie handles making sure my daughter gets to her appointments, events, gifts for parties, etc. She 10x more organized than my wife and my wife knows it. To date my wife and I don't know what we would do without her.
My daughter handled things pretty well. She calls me all the time on her cell and I show up regularly to spend time with her; our time together is actually more productive in the short span of me not living in my own home. Now instead of finding ways to avoid dealing with everyone in the home because I'm stressed out - I make time for each person, my undivided time.
I've been moved out for several weeks now but it's only been recently that I've decided to have the Official Conversation tm my daughter. Prior to this I was simply going home, dealing with the wife then leaving to a hotel when my daughter went to sleep - it became draining, on me and my staff that had to deal with a burned out partner. I'm renting a condo downtown in Crystal City now until I decide on a long-term solution. My house is only about 40 miles away (aka 2.5 hours DC time) but still close enough to stop in anytime.
I brought my daughter to the place I'm living now so she could conceptualize where I am when we talk. She has her own room; I told her she could visit anytime. I like the building even if I don't end up buying the condo I'm renting now - I actually looked at one, 3br, 2k+ sqft that was about 800k-900k. Not sure I would ever pay that much for a condo but it's pretty convenient being on top of the metro.
Living in Crystal City is interesting. It's amazing how dead the area is on Sunday then you don't want to be in a car on Monday. I've had several dates that we've met, hung out and went back to my place all on the metro instead of driving. I had one chick that hung out at new place a few times, send me a "Relationship Request" to update our status to 'dating' on Facebook (she's 25ish) - she said, "I just sent you this invite so other guys will stop hounding me". I laughed jokingly with her as I declined it (##### please). Another few, "Netflix and Chill" dates that turned into, well, Netflix and Chill
. A few times I had to be the old foggy and end the, "a few people over" turning into, "everyone get the #### out I have #### to do tomorrow" but w/e.I have one chick I'm letting stay here "for a few days" so I'm sure that will turn out to me waking up being hung off the balcony by Shug Knight but again, meh.
I think my wife and I may have had some odd alternative to stockholm syndrome (both of us to each other); not physically trapped but maybe conceptually trapped in a relationship that we both just grew to accept - and really never understanding what "untrapped" means (if that makes sense). Although we've never figured out, "what's normal", we also never figured out what either person wants; regardless of the multiple counseling sessions. We both agreed that husband/wife, 2 kids and a picket fence wasn't us but we never drew parameters around what is or isn't. Both of us allowed our own hubris to begin the slow erosion of our marriage.
Yeah, like I said, my life is like being dealt two jacks. It's not a bad hand but I can really #### things up big time with it.
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Henry Ford
Footballguy
It's called codependency. And for God's sake, leave Wilford Brimley out of this. Poor man has been through enough.
Good luck, though. Hope you decide what you're looking for and find it.
Good luck, though. Hope you decide what you're looking for and find it.
McGarnicle
Footballguy
I don't know what to say man, but anyone who gets that much poon is due much respect. Always enjoy the updates.
Arizona Ron
Footballguy
Honestly, I think I have found it. Someone described me as a "thrill of the hunt" type of person, they may be right. Although, as we know, my thrill for hunting and my ability to hunt may not end at the same time...
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