Would you like some severe side affects with that?

Why would you want to focus on your problems and troubles? That doesn't help anything.. The best thing to do it move on. No on likes a negative Nancy. Don't get me wrong, somethings take time to get over but, even still at least in my life it seems that dwelling on the negative things never helps anything. Shit happens, to everyone. I never really care what peoples problems are I am more interested in the way they handle it.

Hello? Fae? Are you still there?

When I get sad, I just read Fae's build thread.

I have to look at myself in the mirror everyday.

/thread.

Was at officer basic school in FT. Leonard Wood, Missouri. I had my motorcycle there with me, but I didn't yet have a Motorcycle Safety Course completed, so I wasn't allowed to ride it on the street...While trailering my motorcycle to hallet (about 300 miles away) with my parent's conversion van that they let me borrow, I made it about halfway to the race track before looking in my rearview mirror and seeing nothing but a cloud of white smoke. Pulled over to the side of the 80mph turnpike to find that the transmission had bit the dust. After calling my dad back home to find a tow truck and send them out, I had decided that I could ride my motorcycle until I could figure out what to do. I spent the time waiting on the tow truck to unbolt the race plastics and bolt on the street parts. When I went to take the motorcycle off the trailer, I dropped it on the trailer. Picked it back up in disgust then started unloading it on my 2x8 ramp. Made it about halfway down the ramp before the tire came off and the whole motorcycle fell a foot to the ground plus falling over, crushing the top of my brand new craftsman tool box on the way down. After finally getting it up and behind the trailer, it had gotten dark, still waiting on the tow truck. The only motorcycle clothing I had with my was my full race one-piece leather suit, so I suited up about the time the tow truck driver arrived. He hooked up the van as I started the motorcycle to follow him to his yard where the van would R.I.P. (my dad was going to mail the guy the title to the van and write it off for him towing me). When we were basically ready to roll to his yard, I walked back to my now idling motorcycle to see a puddle of fuel on the ground beneath it...

That night, in a city I didn't know, 150 miles in either direction from where I needed to be, with no transportation, and a quickly dying cell phone, the tow truck driver dropped me off at a local motel. After shelling out money for the room, I walked back to the motel office and asked the manager where I could get a drink. The closest bar was 2 miles away. I walked 4 miles that night, and sang drunk karaoke in front of 50 people that I'd never before met in my life and whom I'll never meet again. I was fukced, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it tonight, I might as well enjoy myself now, because I'm going to have to deal with it tomorrow.


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I had been unemployed for nearly 8 months; I had drained my savings account to merely a couple thousand dollars. I was fortunate though; I had just been hired to a job, and I would be starting in only a couple weeks. Knowing I had a future income, I took a vacation trip from Ohio to Florida to see a friend I had been wanting to visit all Summer, but couldn't justify spending the money. I flew down, and stayed for 5 or 6 days. It was Sunday, and my new job started on Monday. She drove me to the airport - a tiny little port in Vero Beach, FL that sees a grand total of 4 inbound and 4 outbound flights per day. Ticket confirmation in hand, I say goodbye and walk into the airport. I punch my ticket confirmation into the kiosk and I get an error: reservation not found. I try again, and get the same error. Confused, I start scanning my paperwork to make sure I have all of my information right...I didn't. In my haste to book a flight, I had scheduled my return flight for the right day...in the wrong month. My ticket wouldn't take me home for 31 more days. I went to talk to the guy behind the counter, and he asked me for my ID. I reached back to grab for my wallet, but it wasn't there. Thankfully the airport was small, but after recounting all of my steps to search for my wallet, it was nowhere to be found. I talked to the guy at the ticket counter again, and he gave me a price for the last seat on the flight that day from Vero Beach to Columbus, OH: $1,700.

Frantic and somewhat scared, I pulled out my cell phone to call my friend, who was no doubt halfway home by now. No service. No service anywhere in the airport. I walked to the parking lot, no service there either - but I did see a payphone, so I walked to the payphone and unzipped my backpack - which goes with me pretty much everywhere - to find some quarters, but they were not there. I had cleaned out my backpack before leaving home. I was penniless, friendless, phoneless, ID-less and most of all, I was ticket-less; and if I didn't make it back home tonight, tomorrow I would be job-less.

Thanks guys for posting your stories so far.

There are many different types of holes you can end up in. Yes, perspective is great, and thinking about how others have it worse than you can indeed be a "my life sucks" panacea, but a worst case scenario is in general, relative to your immediate experience.

The experience that I was referring to in my first post concerns my relationship. In short, I am in a very abusive relationship with a walking emotional disaster. This girl is extremely manipulative, cruel, selfish, rejecting, hateful, and treats me in that manner. On Friday night, all night, I let myself get treated in a way that I never thought I would. That wasn't the first night either. I just have never been treated like total dogshit for so long by someone that says that they love me. When I wrote that post, I was just absolutely astounded at myself, and how I was feeling.

The catch is though, that in relationships, it always takes two to tango. She may be horrible but the reality is that I am too. Yes, in real life, Faefae is at times quite a monster himself. My own coldness and cruelty has, of course, been quite an issue in prior relationships. So, I feel like all the damn grief this girl gives me, or at least a decent amount of it, is deserved.

There's more too it though. I've also spent a ridiculous amount of money on her because I am so wrapped around her axle. I am caught up in the dumb male notion that you can buy love. Or that it's good to spend lots of money on someone you love. This is not the first time I have done this.

All this stuff is not the worst utter fail. But I do feel embarrassed and humiliated with my choices in this relationship. In life, in general, I do take pretty good care of myself. I work out. I have loving friends. I have hobbies. I express myself via various forms of art. I have a fantastic job. I've worked for all those things, purposefully, over a long period of time. I think that if I continue in this relationship, I probably should treat it purposefully too.

Also. Regarding my true absolute worst moment. Yeah, it was a million times worse than what I just wrote about.

That sucks dude, my roommate is currently in the EXACT same situation.

Except unlike you, he hasn't figured it out yet. He is still in love with the manipulative bitch who has cheated on him and treats him like shit.

So break up with her.

Are you afraid you wont find someone else or something?

You arent married, I assume you have no kids between you two, what do you have? Seems like hardship, anger and resent more than love.

Unless you like the drama, then good luck. I know people like you.

This was about a friggin' girl?!?

I was about ready to pass your address to the cops to check for a corpse. C'mon man.

There are a lot of girls. Find one you can trust and respect and treat her accordingly. If this isn't that person, don't waste your time or hers.

Is this the same coked out bitch that you cried about earlier?

what are some bad side effects of therapy?

also: fae: seek therapy or couples therapy.

Hey man, If thats a legit story I like it, I mean it sucks and all but as a story its very good.

Dann

I'm amazed how emo a girl can make you.
Just drink heavily, worked for me in the past!!!!!

edit: and no second chances, forgot the important bit! once she fucks up real good, it's overrrr.

girl problemas.
:inout:

Bitches be crazy.

True stories, bro.

Fae, when a man feels like he has to shell out money to keep his girl happy, that's because the girl has lost respect for the man. The girl losing respect for the man is the single most destructive thing that can happen in any relationship. There is no "getting her back", and psychologically, she has already broken up with you. The only reason she's sticking around is because she hasn't yet found a man who gives her better sex or better money, and if she IS cheating on you already, the only reason you haven't found out is because the guy she's cheating on you with has significantly less money to blow on her. If he had more money to give her than you did, she would make absolutely SURE that you "inconveniently" found out....oops.

Get rid of her, immediately. Don't give her sex "just one more time", don't cuddle with her, don't try to appease her. Just get her out of your life as priority number ONE. Get back to your friends, get back to your family, and use that ISF to help you pick up a beautiful 20 year old who is absolutely thrilled to have you in her life. Trust me, they exist. A LOT of them exist. As a man, you should psychologically not need women in your life to be happy, and as a woman, she should be doing everything in her power to make you *more* happy; not taking your happiness and shitting on it.

Fae: This is not about respecting her, this is about respecting yourself.

You owe it to yourself to get out of this corrosive relationship and move on. You owe her nothing, and you are better than this.

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