Of course, but are you saying the two of you never have makeup sex? If not, I might suggest y'all are missing out on some good stuff.
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Crazy ex-girlfriend
- Thread starter stingray2112
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Of course, but are you saying the two of you never have makeup sex? If not, I might suggest y'all are missing out on some good stuff.
- Jan 27, 2010
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We have time
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It's a little incriminating to me as well. Freshly divorced, money to burn because of the new gig, and met a smoking hot blonde that loved to party and have wild sex for hours, as many times a day as she could squeeze in. I fell right into pace with her. Coming out of a marriage where I was constantly told how worthless I was (even though the wife could never hold down a job for more than a few months, and I paid all the bills), I was definitely primed to go off the rails.
I will say I never caught that one cheating on me, but I was on the road a lot, so who knows?
It was a lot of fun, up until it wasn't anymore.
Carve her name on your forehead, that always impresses 'em.
My wife is relatively well-adjusted, given that her mother is the most psychotic person I have ever encountered.
Things are great now: the sex is non-existent, she got my handcuffs monogrammed,
the nightly beatings have dwindled, the chains are long enough now so I can reach the bathroom,
and I finally let my food taster go.
She still gets mad when I keep writing those
"Boy meets Girl, Boy marries Girl, Girl buries Boy in the Backyard" kinda tunes.
My wife is relatively well-adjusted, given that her mother is the most psychotic person I have ever encountered.
Things are great now: the sex is non-existent, she got my handcuffs monogrammed,
the nightly beatings have dwindled, the chains are long enough now so I can reach the bathroom,
and I finally let my food taster go.
She still gets mad when I keep writing those
"Boy meets Girl, Boy marries Girl, Girl buries Boy in the Backyard" kinda tunes.
Ha ha ha...
Well, it's not as bad as it could be. Yet. You're headed there. Awesome thread though.
I had one crazy ex and it didn't last for a long time, but she sure was crazy. Met her at a party: she was the friend of a friend and we ended up talking almost the whole night. She was really beautiful, nice personality, funny, liked music, had a part time modeling job, etc. We hit it off big and ended up having sex in the bushes next to the appartment complex the party was at.
The next morning, she had written me a long letter telling me how much she had enjoyed the night and how she felt we were soul mates and all that jazz. In retrospective, alarm flags should've gone up, but they didn't. I was coming off a long (sexless) relationship and she really was a stunner. The fact that I was also batting way out of my league blinded me to the fact that she was, shall we say, taking it a bit fast.
We ended up dating for a few weeks and she kept talking about having our own place. She was again taking it fast, but my lease was coming to an end and I had been paying the rent alone for a while, so I agreed to let her move in. That's when the wheels came off.
Almost from the first day she moved in, she started to talk about havind kids. When I told her it was crazy, as we had only been dating for 3 months at that time (plus she had just turned 19 and I was 22, both still in school), she started to flush her pill in the toilet in the morning (I saw her do it once, but it was 2 weeks after the "I want kid" conversation). She also was jealous of every living thing interacting with me (coworkers, family, pets, etc.). And she ate nothing but toast.
I caught her kissing some guy from her job and I learned from a mutual friend that she might have been boinging another on the side. I kicked her out after about 4 weeks of cohabitation. There wasn't much of an aftermath strangely.
I heard from a year a year afterward and she was married to some poor schluck and was pregnant with her first kid. Fast forward to last year, she tried to friend me on Facebook (for reasons unknown since I dated her around 2005). She's on to her second mariage, 3 kids and weights about 400 pounds. now.
The next morning, she had written me a long letter telling me how much she had enjoyed the night and how she felt we were soul mates and all that jazz. In retrospective, alarm flags should've gone up, but they didn't. I was coming off a long (sexless) relationship and she really was a stunner. The fact that I was also batting way out of my league blinded me to the fact that she was, shall we say, taking it a bit fast.
We ended up dating for a few weeks and she kept talking about having our own place. She was again taking it fast, but my lease was coming to an end and I had been paying the rent alone for a while, so I agreed to let her move in. That's when the wheels came off.
Almost from the first day she moved in, she started to talk about havind kids. When I told her it was crazy, as we had only been dating for 3 months at that time (plus she had just turned 19 and I was 22, both still in school), she started to flush her pill in the toilet in the morning (I saw her do it once, but it was 2 weeks after the "I want kid" conversation). She also was jealous of every living thing interacting with me (coworkers, family, pets, etc.). And she ate nothing but toast.
I caught her kissing some guy from her job and I learned from a mutual friend that she might have been boinging another on the side. I kicked her out after about 4 weeks of cohabitation. There wasn't much of an aftermath strangely.
I heard from a year a year afterward and she was married to some poor schluck and was pregnant with her first kid. Fast forward to last year, she tried to friend me on Facebook (for reasons unknown since I dated her around 2005). She's on to her second mariage, 3 kids and weights about 400 pounds. now.
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SirMjac28
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Many beautiful women are just packed full of crazy I've had twenty plus years of being friends,more than friends with one and looking back I wonder what in the world was I thinking? we had our last and final fight two years ago it felt like I had finally gotten rid of a tumor that had been slowly eating me alive.
This thread reminds me "So I Married an Axe Murderer" ;
And the song
"Down with the sickmess" - wwooo oo ooo oow
And the song
"Down with the sickmess" - wwooo oo ooo oow
I had a friend that became a bit more than a friend. She was super hot, extremely rich, and fun. She was also crazy, but I was into that... a little... But I didn't know enough before I jumped in. The fact that we met in a drug rehab should've been the first red flag, but when you're cruising around in a $120K Mercedes with a hot Russian chick, you tend to let some things slide.
She did the typical "I want to have three kids back-to-back" thing, but a few years down the line, which was okay at the time. However, I later learned that we weren't an item. She just ****ed all of her close friends. And her drug dealers. And was very honest about it actually. At that point I immediately lost interest.
The line that scared the crap out of me was "don't worry, I get tested once a month." I said something to the effect of "maybe you shouldn't put yourself, and myself, and everyone else in that kind of danger." I mean, if you're in bed (or on the ground, or whatever) with people you need to get tested for, well, maybe it's time to rethink things.
Well, fast forward a bit an we're on a meth binge and she's setting up the video camera and all that, and I clearly voice my disinterest (she also had a cast one because she broke her leg resisting arrest a couple weeks before that). At that point it was best that we just stay friends sans benefits. She tells me I'm too paranoid, and to take a Xanax. I had never taken one, and had no clue what they looked like (I do now).
Turns out she roofied me and called up some other sleazeball to bang her. I was semi-lucid, coming to every now and again to see her getting plowed just a few feet away in her bed. It was a very strange experience and I came to very disoriented. She dropped me off at the train station all messed up and wished me well. She even wrote this weird, heartfelt note.
After that she kept trying to lure me in with her hotness, but it was always a thinly veiled attempt to get money or drugs, or sell drugs. I ditched my phone, moved six hours away, and never looked back. I have not been with a crazy chick since then. I used to love 'em; great in bed, but crazy in the head.
Lesson: If you even suspect crazy, you run. You cut all ties. Delete emails, block phone calls, block Facebook, move if you have to. This chick probably would've roofied me again and gotten me killed by some gangbanger that was banging her and in some sick mutual using of one another. Just run.
She did the typical "I want to have three kids back-to-back" thing, but a few years down the line, which was okay at the time. However, I later learned that we weren't an item. She just ****ed all of her close friends. And her drug dealers. And was very honest about it actually. At that point I immediately lost interest.
The line that scared the crap out of me was "don't worry, I get tested once a month." I said something to the effect of "maybe you shouldn't put yourself, and myself, and everyone else in that kind of danger." I mean, if you're in bed (or on the ground, or whatever) with people you need to get tested for, well, maybe it's time to rethink things.
Well, fast forward a bit an we're on a meth binge and she's setting up the video camera and all that, and I clearly voice my disinterest (she also had a cast one because she broke her leg resisting arrest a couple weeks before that). At that point it was best that we just stay friends sans benefits. She tells me I'm too paranoid, and to take a Xanax. I had never taken one, and had no clue what they looked like (I do now).
Turns out she roofied me and called up some other sleazeball to bang her. I was semi-lucid, coming to every now and again to see her getting plowed just a few feet away in her bed. It was a very strange experience and I came to very disoriented. She dropped me off at the train station all messed up and wished me well. She even wrote this weird, heartfelt note.
After that she kept trying to lure me in with her hotness, but it was always a thinly veiled attempt to get money or drugs, or sell drugs. I ditched my phone, moved six hours away, and never looked back. I have not been with a crazy chick since then. I used to love 'em; great in bed, but crazy in the head.
Lesson: If you even suspect crazy, you run. You cut all ties. Delete emails, block phone calls, block Facebook, move if you have to. This chick probably would've roofied me again and gotten me killed by some gangbanger that was banging her and in some sick mutual using of one another. Just run.
Exactly. My gf and I have a great relationship. She's younger than me by 5 years, first time Ive dated someone younger. And she's a superfreak. She's super freaky.
Nah, makeup sex is an illusion. After fighting with my ex, sex was the last thing I wanted. No need for it, Ive got all the good stuff I could need and then some!
Best detail of the whole story!
