Posted: 6/28/2015 10:32:43 PM EDT
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I am in my garage. In my brand new house, next to my brand new Seadoo, next to my brand new car - hiding from my wife who is bitching about who knows what. She sure has been doing that alot lately. Nothing seems to be good enough.
And I think "Fuck. I miss the old days." A friend of mine (whom I've lost touch with over some dumb shit) and I used to throw everything we had in the back of a 30 year old Toyota pickup and go camping for a week at a moments notice and have the times of our lives. He got married, I got married - the wives didn't get along. Our friendship fell away. Sent him a text this evening to see how things are going for him and I haven't heard back. Point? None really. Other than, don't let you friends go. And don't let the woman you chose ruin your friendships. That is all. 
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Quoted: I am in my wife's garage. In my wife's brand new house, next to my wife's brand new Seadoo, next to my wife's brand new car - hiding from my wife who is bitching about who knows what. She sure has been doing that alot lately. Nothing seems to be good enough. And I think "Fuck. I miss the old days." A friend of mine (whom I've lost touch with over some dumb shit) and I used to throw everything we had in the back of a 30 year old Toyota pickup and go camping for a week at a moments notice and have the times of our lives. He got married, I got married - the wives didn't get along. Our friendship fell away. Sent him a text this evening to see how things are going for him and I haven't heard back. Point? None really. Other than, don't let you friends go. And don't let the woman you chose ruin your friendships. snip |
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I am in my wife's garage. In my wife's brand new house, next to my wife's brand new Seadoo, next to my wife's brand new car - hiding from my wife who is bitching about who knows what. She sure has been doing that alot lately. Nothing seems to be good enough. And I think "Fuck. I miss the old days." A friend of mine (whom I've lost touch with over some dumb shit) and I used to throw everything we had in the back of a 30 year old Toyota pickup and go camping for a week at a moments notice and have the times of our lives. He got married, I got married - the wives didn't get along. Our friendship fell away. Sent him a text this evening to see how things are going for him and I haven't heard back. Point? None really. Other than, don't let you friends go. And don't let the woman you chose ruin your friendships. snip That it is. Chose poorly, I probably did. |
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c'mon guy. times like these, a guy needs some support.  Quoted:
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Sounds to me like you chose poorly. Hope it's worth it. c'mon guy. times like these, a guy needs some support. Honestly, I'm surprised no one asked for pics of his soon to be ex wife yet. GD is slipping. |
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It gets better. Just wait until you wake up one day and realize that the judge really did just kick you out of your own house. Then you find a shitty rental house that was the only one you could find..
By this time you will have a bogus restraining order preventing you from going to your own house where all of your shit is. Then you will have to find out when she will be out of town with her boyfriend on a trip funded by your child support and spousal maintenance money. All of your friends are now gone and the couples that you met while married all take her side because she is a good liar. But you need to get your shit before her new boyfriend gets it all. The only one left is your Dad. He drives 250 miles to come help you. Find a baby sitter for your three year old, break into your old house and garage, move a bunch of heavy shit all day, and be glad it was only 24 degrees below zero instead of 50 below. When the new couple returns home they will discover that all of the man stuff is gone. You will then get to talk to the cops who will try to trip you up so the can take you to jail. The trick is to unlock doors and windows when you are at the house doing a child exchange so there is no damage when you have to break into your own house to get your own shit. Then tell the cops that you moved all of that out before the restraining order. Have fun. |
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It gets better. Just wait until you wake up one day and realize that the judge really did just kick you out of your own house. Then you find a shitty rental house that was the only one you could find.. By this time you will have a bogus restraining order preventing you from going to your own house where all of your shit is. Then you will have to find out when she will be out of town with her boyfriend on a trip funded by your child support and spousal maintenance money. All of your friends are now gone and the couples that you met while married all take her side because she is a good liar. But you need to get your shit before her new boyfriend gets it all. The only one left is your Dad. He drives 250 miles to come help you. Find a baby sitter for your three year old, break into your old house and garage, move a bunch of heavy shit all day, and be glad it was only 24 degrees below zero instead of 50 below. When the new couple returns home they will discover that all of the man stuff is gone. You will then get to talk to the cops who will try to trip you up so the can take you to jail. The trick is to unlock doors and windows when you are at the house doing a child exchange so there is no damage when you have to break into your own house to get your own shit. Then tell the cops that you moved all of that out before the restraining order. Have fun. Well......that escalated quickly. |
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It gets better. Just wait until you wake up one day and realize that the judge really did just kick you out of your own house. Then you find a shitty rental house that was the only one you could find.. By this time you will have a bogus restraining order preventing you from going to your own house where all of your shit is. Then you will have to find out when she will be out of town with her boyfriend on a trip funded by your child support and spousal maintenance money. All of your friends are now gone and the couples that you met while married all take her side because she is a good liar. But you need to get your shit before her new boyfriend gets it all. The only one left is your Dad. He drives 250 miles to come help you. Find a baby sitter for your three year old, break into your old house and garage, move a bunch of heavy shit all day, and be glad it was only 24 degrees below zero instead of 50 below. When the new couple returns home they will discover that all of the man stuff is gone. You will then get to talk to the cops who will try to trip you up so the can take you to jail. The trick is to unlock doors and windows when you are at the house doing a child exchange so there is no damage when you have to break into your own house to get your own shit. Then tell the cops that you moved all of that out before the restraining order. Have fun. Thanks for the good bedtime story. 
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Everyone who is or has been married has times like this. What you are experiencing is the downside of the relationship. You need to let it pass, and it will. Don't do or say anything at this point. Let it pass and rationally think your way thru it.
If it's failing, make the assessment and go get some counseling together. If that's not working go on your own to a divorce lawyer and see what your options and legal requirements are so you know. Better to know than to be blindsided like I was when my wife left. You can go as far as setting everything up and just hold it close like a poker hand until you need it. If it all slides sideways, step into the batters box and swing away. Negotiating from a strong position is always preferable to being dragged along unprepared. You don't have to use your info but just having it can give you some relative peace of mind. When you both say I do, things change. That's the way it is. But you are either all in, or its surely doomed. I would hope you can blend your lives and move thru this rough patch. If it becomes necessary to face the failure of it, it's better to see the impending doom than to come home to it totally unprepared. Just my .02 worth. And as a warning, if you decide to go to a lawyer first, do not let her know or find out. That is for you to do. Keep it under wraps because hopefully you can throw it away one day. |
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It gets better. Just wait until you wake up one day and realize that the judge really did just kick you out of your own house. Then you find a shitty rental house that was the only one you could find.. By this time you will have a bogus restraining order preventing you from going to your own house where all of your shit is. Then you will have to find out when she will be out of town with her boyfriend on a trip funded by your child support and spousal maintenance money. All of your friends are now gone and the couples that you met while married all take her side because she is a good liar. But you need to get your shit before her new boyfriend gets it all. The only one left is your Dad. He drives 250 miles to come help you. Find a baby sitter for your three year old, break into your old house and garage, move a bunch of heavy shit all day, and be glad it was only 24 degrees below zero instead of 50 below. When the new couple returns home they will discover that all of the man stuff is gone. You will then get to talk to the cops who will try to trip you up so the can take you to jail. The trick is to unlock doors and windows when you are at the house doing a child exchange so there is no damage when you have to break into your own house to get your own shit. Then tell the cops that you moved all of that out before the restraining order. Have fun. Thanks for the good bedtime story. You're welcome. I like nice bedtime stories too. |