Without SpatSolver, I'd have lost the love of my life!
Time magazine says I’m unhappy. And if you’re a woman, according to them, so are you. Sometimes, I think I ought to chuck the whole writing thing and become a researcher investigating the myriad reasons women’s lives are so shitty. Magazines and universities seem to be working around the clock to inform us dames how depressed we are. How infertile we become each day. How gaining too much weight during pregnancy will make us fat for the rest of our lives. How men don’t like smart chicks and are intimidated by successful ones. How females are more likely to die by violence in the home. How we need to behave like men to be taken seriously in the work place. And if you’re a black woman, sorry, but you’re more apt to be single all your life and get breast cancer. Good times. And they wonder why we get a bit crabby.
Getn 2 no a man & still keepn myself n tacked when I'm not pleased with a man's behavior.
This is the story of Mike since 2006, posted chronologically starting with the most recent posts. This was taken from my now deleted myspace blog and posted here as a running history of where I have been and what has gotten me to this point in my life. It reads like a teenage angst diary in some parts and reveals some of my most personal feelings and thoughts at situations I have been through. This is a running auto-biography, and I hope it continues for a long time. WARNING: Strong language, angst, self-importance, emo lyrics and empty hopes and dreams. Also, LOOOOOONGGGG.
My computer is ruining my relationship...Do I get rid of that or my boyfriend?
i've been with my now fiance for 3yrs. engaged for a year in a half. Iam not ready for marriage because i cannot trust him at all, at the time i accepted the engagement ring we were fine. we have a babyboy that just turned one i have a daughter he has been racing since she was 1 and he has two other kids. I noticed a few numbers of different girls in his phonebook and seen phone calls or text at random times one of these girls was a gogo dancer were he use to go. every girl i found out about i had confronted them, they were defensive but they will also tell me to leave him that he is not worth it, he has stop this for while but everytime he goes out on the weekend i be so panic jealous and uncontrollable he asked a few times for us to leave each other. i cant trust him no matter what, he is a DJ very popular and girls be on him like white is on rice. Its getting to a point that he is getting tired of me always fighting and calling him 50 times while he is out with his boys. I never ever cheated on him but sometimes i want to because i think he is cheating but i do not have proof. And trust me i be on his phone every single day checking it. He calls me a good detective, because i get him caught that very first day he even tries anything. I am almost like a stalker and he made me this way. ITS JUST SO SAD AT TIMES. im not making him happy because of my jealousy and he hurts me the way he talks to me. other than this we do have a great sex life. its just complicated.......
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I love my man, Chris, more deeply and truly than I have ever loved anyone before. As cliche as that may sound, it is the truth. He makes me smile and laugh no matter how angry I am. Even when it's him that is making my blood boil. How does he do that? He is in my heart. That's how. (Insert obnoxiously long "aw" here.) I feel drawn to this man like a moth to flame, Iccharus to the sun, or birds to the South in Winter. It is only natural for me to love him. His patience with me knows few limitations. When no one else can bear to be around me due to my mood swings or hormones, he still has my back. If I am upset for a "stupid girl reason" (my term, not his), he doesn't judge me. Rather, he waits patiently for the mood to pass and my fun-loving, goofy little psycho self to come back out to play. His love is pure, like spring water. Cool and refreshing. He is my fountain of youth, because we almost always have fun together. Chris is the one I want to marry. He knows this. I remind him a little too often, sometimes, but I am having trouble waiting for it to be real. I have been engaged 5 times: Wayne in 1997 (verbal, no ring, broke up before he proposed), Roy in 2000 (broke up shortly after starting wedding planning), Kevin (verbal, ring was bought, decided to be friends before he proposed and we are still very close), Jacob in April of 2004 (married 26 months, divorced bitterly), Sam in November of 2007 (he broke up with me 10 days before the wedding). So, damaged and in love with love as I am, my patience grows weak....
I would like to start a group in NE Phila to meet up each month. If you are interested and would also like to help..Please let me know..
waiting to get married