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willypeter
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I went through something somewhat similar to this with a girl I was engaged to. Long past the point when we should have been fucking, she was still holding out and playing coy games with me. It all came to a head when we left a bar one night after drinking for several hours. I made a play in my car and she rebuffed me. I lost my temper and asked her what the fuck she was holding out for. She began to cry and told me she didn't mean to be mean to me, but she was in love with another woman and 99% certain she was totally and irrevocably gay. It was like a kick in the nuts, so much so that I got out of the car and threw up in the alley. Once I recovered, I made a dumb ass decision to support her need for other women, and I wasn't even thinking of the old two women one man in the bed fantasy. I was sincere if stupid, and the only reason was that I was really, really hung up on her and couldn't bear the thought of just walking away. We went through a crazy year. I consoled her when her female lover left her for refusing to leave me. She talked endlessly about the joys of lesbian love but restricted me to hand jobs. I even bought her a good looking young ***** once, and took her back to my apartment, where I watched them fuck. On another occasion when we were staying in a big city hotel so that she could visit a famous lesbian bar, she came home with a shapely young thing and the two of them stripped off and jumped in bed with me. I thought my time had arrived and she was finally going to share with me, but when I tried to kiss the new girl, my girl tried to scratch my eyes out, cursing and yelling at me to keep my fucking hands off her woman! Whoa. That was finally too much, and I ended up in jail for slapping the shit out of her and throwing them both out into the hall naked. It was sitting in jail that I finally realized how crazy I had been to try and accommodate her needs. She bailed me out in the morning, but it was finally over. What was not over and has never gone away is the emotional and psychological damage I had done to myself in that year. For years after that I felt revulsion at even seeing a woman in a pants suit, and I had the first erectile difficulties of my life when straight lovers acted the slightest bit butch or too aggressive or in any way like my lesbian girlfriend. The lesson I took away from it served me well, however. Don't try to make a rotten relationship work. Good ones work easily. When one quits working, leave. Walk away. Fortune favors the bold. A year later I was happily involved with a new lover, and we traveled to Santa Fe for a week of skiing. While there she ran into her old boyfriend and came back to our room that evening and asked me if I minded if she went to dinner with him that night. She needed to see, she said, if there was anything left between them before she could really commit to me. I told her to go right ahead. She kissed me excitedly and ran off to meet him. I packed my bags, left her a note wishing her luck, paid the bill at the front desk and walked out to my car. As I walked through the parking lot carrying my bag in the dark and not feeling too great about yet another abrupt ending to an exciting relationship, I spotted a gorgeous young redhead sitting on the hood of a car with her bag at her feet, crying. I went over to her and asked her if she was all right, and she said she was, but she'd just broken up with her boyfriend and was looking for a ride back to Denver. I smiled up at the night sky and told her I just happened to be leaving for Denver that very minute. She was sucking my dick before we crossed the Colorado state line, and we dated happily for several months. The other girl married her old boyfriend a month later.
There's no real cuckoldry going on in the relationship you describe. It's just another tawdry episode of infidelity with an unhealthy dose of defiance thrown in. Do the right thing and leave the bitch. Fuck the consequences. Sure, they may seem severe, but they're nothing compared to the emotional and psychological consequences of hanging around a failed relationship and the damage you'll do to your children by wimping out. Besides, fortune favors the bold. Do the right thing and watch how good things come rolling your way. The best revenge is a good life without the bitch. Money comes and money goes, but by the time you're my age, it hardly counts at all. How well you treated yourself and others counts a great deal.
There's no real cuckoldry going on in the relationship you describe. It's just another tawdry episode of infidelity with an unhealthy dose of defiance thrown in. Do the right thing and leave the bitch. Fuck the consequences. Sure, they may seem severe, but they're nothing compared to the emotional and psychological consequences of hanging around a failed relationship and the damage you'll do to your children by wimping out. Besides, fortune favors the bold. Do the right thing and watch how good things come rolling your way. The best revenge is a good life without the bitch. Money comes and money goes, but by the time you're my age, it hardly counts at all. How well you treated yourself and others counts a great deal.