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Why break up? Instead just fix what's broken and in your case nothing is. The boys are teenagers and will be out of the house soon…one by one…hang in there. Finances: get a joint bank account for savings for vacation or home or whatever and her her put a little at a time…eventually that little bit will be a lot. Also maybe move in with her …you can have nights with her…while they have the days.
I had an awful problem as a young woman. There was a housemate of mine who I was on good terms with. I know she would have described us as friends but (I’m sure this sounds harsh), actually, we really were housemates that got on well, rather than friends. We never went out together, and never had a conversation about anything or anyone other than herself. Having said that, she was funny, easy going, (generally) say to live with around the house….and breathtakingly beautiful (I’m a straight woman, but it was fascinating to watch the life of a beauty at close hand).
She was immensely sexually prolific (this was a pre-HIV era). When single, she would have anything up to four different men in one week (all brought into our shared house of three women with no locks on their doors). A lot of these guys were picked up in pubs and clubs whilst drunk. Many of them were not guys that I would EVER have wanted to stare at in the kitchen in the morning.
“Sue” was well beautiful enough to have any man (and there were fantastic men around us at that time), but she always seemed to pick on AWFUL guys. Her boyfriends were ghastly, but her one-night stands were shocking. Drunks (not druggy, thank goodness), dirty, ugly, aggressive, rude, boorish. Picked up at a pub and brought straight home. Just horrible.
Her relationships always seemed to end the same way. Sue would come to me and start telling me about all the horrible things that her latest boyfriend would do, then “ask” for my advice. In the beginning, I was very naive: “if you don’t like him, just tell him that you want to end it”, I’d say. But then that would always happen.
The bloke in question would approach me and say something along the lines of: “what the fuck have you been saying to Sue about me? If I find you have been poking your nose into our relationship, you’ll answer to ME!” When I would ask Sue about it, she was always clear. “Oh, I didn’t like to tell him I wanted to finish it, so I said all my friends thought I should finish it. Then he asked EXACTLY WHO had said that, so I had to say you. Sorry!”
Time and time again, Sue would come to me, “asking me for advice” about some boyfriend who was horrible-and who she hated. She was looking for me to slip up and tell her to finish it, so that she could run to him and blame it on me! It sounds silly now, but it was truly frightening. These men wanted to be angry-and they preferred not to be angry at her. I realised now why Sue had NO female friends.
In the end, there was a violent guy who was truly scary. Sue came to me over and over again, “discussing whether” she was going to finish it with him, but telling me she was frightened that he would beat her up. I never felt so awful in my life, but I spent weeks being incredibly careful not to say anything. She would be in tears, begging me for my “opinion” as to whether they should split up, but I stayed tight lipped. I was a single woman who lived in a house where this guy was let in by Sue! Anytime he wanted.
Eventually, I could take it no more. I couldn’t call myself a feminist if I stood back and watched Sue having to have sex with a brute she hated. And I knew that, if she couldn’t blame the break up on me, she was going to have to do that. So I said: “look, Sue. If you don’t want to be with a guy, you have to tell him”.
Well, I knew what was going to happen. The fucker thundered up to me and had me cornered in the hall. He was shouting and screaming at me as a “fucking jealous lesbian” who wanted to break him and Sue up, and he was going to “rearrange” my face. I had, though, already taken a precaution. I had put a photo on the wall of my family. The truth is, there isn’t a violent bone in our family. But I had three very large brothers (and father), and one of my brothers is a man-mountain.
I told the thug to look at the picture, and I mentioned (casually) that the man-mountain had terrible anger-management issues. I “wouldn’t like to tell him about how I’ve been threatened, because I wouldn’t like him to get into trouble again” (none of my brothers had ever been in trouble with anything, but I thought that might scare him).
My god, that did the trick. What a fucking coward. He went ashen faced, and NEVER approached me again. It was the end between him and Sue-and it was also the end between me and Sue. She would have to use someone else from then on.
Have you ever thought she “acknowledges” this imbalance in birthday and valentines cards because she’s trying to acknowledge what you do and thank you for them? Instead of write a whole list of the things she does do and that you admit she does do more of?
Do you EVER acknowledge the things she does for you and your family? Cause I’d be upset too if I lived with someone who says I never do anything while nursing a 6 month old and watching over a 2 year old all day.
Also stop playing devils advocate some people just want to vent.
Why break up? Instead just fix what's broken and in your case nothing is. The boys are teenagers and will be out of the house soon…one by one…hang in there. Finances: get a joint bank account for savings for vacation or home or whatever and her her put a little at a time…eventually that little bit will be a lot. Also maybe move in with her …you can have nights with her…while they have the days.
You are moving away. What result are you wanting beyond short term attention?
For real haha ! I definitely will
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There is no other room in the house,
So next time we would have, I took a bath with my sister and I don’t understand why my wife is mad at me
Moreover, I thought that Reddit Is transcultural
I had an awful problem as a young woman. There was a housemate of mine who I was on good terms with. I know she would have described us as friends but (I’m sure this sounds harsh), actually, we really were housemates that got on well, rather than friends. We never went out together, and never had a conversation about anything or anyone other than herself. Having said that, she was funny, easy going, (generally) say to live with around the house….and breathtakingly beautiful (I’m a straight woman, but it was fascinating to watch the life of a beauty at close hand).
She was immensely sexually prolific (this was a pre-HIV era). When single, she would have anything up to four different men in one week (all brought into our shared house of three women with no locks on their doors). A lot of these guys were picked up in pubs and clubs whilst drunk. Many of them were not guys that I would EVER have wanted to stare at in the kitchen in the morning.
“Sue” was well beautiful enough to have any man (and there were fantastic men around us at that time), but she always seemed to pick on AWFUL guys. Her boyfriends were ghastly, but her one-night stands were shocking. Drunks (not druggy, thank goodness), dirty, ugly, aggressive, rude, boorish. Picked up at a pub and brought straight home. Just horrible.
Her relationships always seemed to end the same way. Sue would come to me and start telling me about all the horrible things that her latest boyfriend would do, then “ask” for my advice. In the beginning, I was very naive: “if you don’t like him, just tell him that you want to end it”, I’d say. But then that would always happen.
The bloke in question would approach me and say something along the lines of: “what the fuck have you been saying to Sue about me? If I find you have been poking your nose into our relationship, you’ll answer to ME!” When I would ask Sue about it, she was always clear. “Oh, I didn’t like to tell him I wanted to finish it, so I said all my friends thought I should finish it. Then he asked EXACTLY WHO had said that, so I had to say you. Sorry!”
Time and time again, Sue would come to me, “asking me for advice” about some boyfriend who was horrible-and who she hated. She was looking for me to slip up and tell her to finish it, so that she could run to him and blame it on me! It sounds silly now, but it was truly frightening. These men wanted to be angry-and they preferred not to be angry at her. I realised now why Sue had NO female friends.
In the end, there was a violent guy who was truly scary. Sue came to me over and over again, “discussing whether” she was going to finish it with him, but telling me she was frightened that he would beat her up. I never felt so awful in my life, but I spent weeks being incredibly careful not to say anything. She would be in tears, begging me for my “opinion” as to whether they should split up, but I stayed tight lipped. I was a single woman who lived in a house where this guy was let in by Sue! Anytime he wanted.
Eventually, I could take it no more. I couldn’t call myself a feminist if I stood back and watched Sue having to have sex with a brute she hated. And I knew that, if she couldn’t blame the break up on me, she was going to have to do that. So I said: “look, Sue. If you don’t want to be with a guy, you have to tell him”.
Well, I knew what was going to happen. The fucker thundered up to me and had me cornered in the hall. He was shouting and screaming at me as a “fucking jealous lesbian” who wanted to break him and Sue up, and he was going to “rearrange” my face. I had, though, already taken a precaution. I had put a photo on the wall of my family. The truth is, there isn’t a violent bone in our family. But I had three very large brothers (and father), and one of my brothers is a man-mountain.
I told the thug to look at the picture, and I mentioned (casually) that the man-mountain had terrible anger-management issues. I “wouldn’t like to tell him about how I’ve been threatened, because I wouldn’t like him to get into trouble again” (none of my brothers had ever been in trouble with anything, but I thought that might scare him).
My god, that did the trick. What a fucking coward. He went ashen faced, and NEVER approached me again. It was the end between him and Sue-and it was also the end between me and Sue. She would have to use someone else from then on.
Why on earth do you think she owes you this? That’s weird , creepy, and controlling
Have you ever thought she “acknowledges” this imbalance in birthday and valentines cards because she’s trying to acknowledge what you do and thank you for them? Instead of write a whole list of the things she does do and that you admit she does do more of?
Do you EVER acknowledge the things she does for you and your family? Cause I’d be upset too if I lived with someone who says I never do anything while nursing a 6 month old and watching over a 2 year old all day.
Also stop playing devils advocate some people just want to vent.