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Wish I had executed this strategy, but alasYou have a much better perspective after a quick tug...
Wish I had executed this strategy, but alasYou have a much better perspective after a quick tug...
I'm sorry...his what now?? LolHe dyed his hair and his chest hair.
Yeah, the guilt and remorse afterwards usually isn't so hot.Because it's wrong.
I lack the disposition to be a cheater. I personally can't see what's hot about betraying trust, but I had a friend who was a notorious cheater. It was fascinating in lack of better words, to hear him justify himself.Yeah, the guilt and remorse afterwards usually isn't so hot.
I've had some sort of fuckery in a couple of my relationships. I'm not abusive but I'm kind of a POS in other ways. I hate the fact that I did what I did so easily. I just didn't care about anything or anyone and I followed my base impulses around, getting high and self destructing. I've lost pretty much all respect I had for myself at this point. I pretty much single handedly destroyed a beautiful relationship that should've lasted forever.I lack the disposition to be a cheater. I personally can't see what's hot about betraying trust, but I had a friend who was a notorious cheater. It was fascinating in lack of better words, to hear him justify himself.
Everybody messes up, makes bad decisions dude: a behavior and incidents are, at least in my book, very different beasts.I've had some sort of fuckery in a couple of my relationships. I'm not abusive but I'm kind of a POS in other ways. I hate the fact that I did what I did so easily. I just didn't care about anything or anyone and I followed my base impulses around, getting high and self destructing. I've lost pretty much all respect I had for myself at this point. I pretty much single handedly destroyed a beautiful relationship that should've lasted forever.
Nope, you're all good, I'm just still working through it mentally and emotionally. And yeah, I do beat myself up a fair amount. I need to work on it.If it came out that way, my apologises
I should add that my ex had to get it up with penile injections. Cialas, Levitra and Viagra did not work. I cannot believe he had to resort to self injections to solve the issues with his withered cock.
The injections were fairly well tolerated and produced results predictably. But I understand that this method should not appeal to most men.Now that’s sad.. Probably the reason he felt he had to compensate in so many other ways. Did the injections work? Lol.
Im taking the proactive approach and eating healthy/exercising daily to keep my cock working. So far so good…
-GC
Wow. I'm sincerely feeling bad after reading that. I can't imagine dealing with someone like that. I hope and trust you've moved on. Good luck to you!My ex husband was a narcissist and a sexual addict. He also behaved as though he was one of the wealthiest men who lived in my large metropolis.
He would take my daughter and I to the most expensive restaurants and ask to see the chef. He always ordered appetizers and after dinner charcuterie, and during each course of the meal he’d ask to see the sommelier for wine pairing recommendations. He drank Grand Marnier or Courvoisier after the charcuterie platter. The bill for the meal was usually $150 but the bar bill was usually not less than $250. I’m definitely more diner girl than fancy restaurant girl.
We ate at a really expensive restaurant at Disney World’s Grand Floridian for just under $800. It was called the Victoria and Albert, I think.
But my narcissistic husband didn’t only act rich at restaurants. On my birthday, I was having dinner with a friend and he was supposed to be working 300 miles away. Instead he called me and told me to look outside. There he was in a silver Mercedes convertible. He never said Happy Birthday, and actually said, “Don’t I look great in the new car”. It wasn’t a question and was spoken as a statement.
He also wore $500 Italian shoes and expensive suits. He dyed his hair and his chest hair. He would even ask if his butt looked to big.
He had a ritual song he sang every morning when he got up and looked at the mirror; “Oh I’m a handsome man, handsome is as handsome does as handsome can”. I think it was supposed to be a way of reassuring himself that he still had it going on. His cosmetics were also very expensive.
He was diagnosed with narcissism (and probably a psychopath, according to our couples counselor who gave me that little gem of news when I showed up alone). He missed the majority of the couples therapy.
Well, to be fair, I can't imagine it would appeal to any man. Impotence is often physical and treatable. But honestly, if it came down to injecting my dick and not having sex at all, well, get the needle out. If a guy can't get an erection it's kinda cruel to use it against him. OTOH sometimes a guy can't because he just isn't attracted to a person. Just saying.The injections were fairly well tolerated and produced results predictably. But I understand that this method should not appeal to most men.
Sorry no offense but this does not sound like a good person... somebody who would not only potentially traumatize her partner in exchange for a rush but then do it again and again even after seeing the consequences on the other party. I get everybody makes mistakes, but when you do something like this multiple times without talking to your patner first, well in my book, you are a shit person.
I agree wholeheartedly...You're. probably a fuckin sociopath on some level...Bi polar women? stay rthe fuck awayMy ex husband was a narcissist and a sexual addict. He also behaved as though he was one of the wealthiest men who lived in my large metropolis.
He would take my daughter and I to the most expensive restaurants and ask to see the chef. He always ordered appetizers and after dinner charcuterie, and during each course of the meal he’d ask to see the sommelier for wine pairing recommendations. He drank Grand Marnier or Courvoisier after the charcuterie platter. The bill for the meal was usually $150 but the bar bill was usually not less than $250. I’m definitely more diner girl than fancy restaurant girl.
We ate at a really expensive restaurant at Disney World’s Grand Floridian for just under $800. It was called the Victoria and Albert, I think.
But my narcissistic husband didn’t only act rich at restaurants. On my birthday, I was having dinner with a friend and he was supposed to be working 300 miles away. Instead he called me and told me to look outside. There he was in a silver Mercedes convertible. He never said Happy Birthday, and actually said, “Don’t I look great in the new car”. It wasn’t a question and was spoken as a statement.
He also wore $500 Italian shoes and expensive suits. He dyed his hair and his chest hair. He would even ask if his butt looked to big.
He had a ritual song he sang every morning when he got up and looked at the mirror; “Oh I’m a handsome man, handsome is as handsome does as handsome can”. I think it was supposed to be a way of reassuring himself that he still had it going on. His cos,,metics were also very expensive.
He was diagnosed with narcissism (and probably a psychopath, according to our couples counselor who gave me that little gem of news when I showed up alone). He missed the majority of the couples therapy.
Oh my God that’s brutal. Is this the guy who was the chronic masturbator on the pc all day you told me about. He was a scuzzy fuck.I should add that my ex had to get it up with penile injections. Cialas, Levitra and Viagra did not work. I cannot believe he had to resort to self injections to solve the issues with his withered cock