Meg...
...I have had my share of cheating boyfriends and I cringe just thinking about what I did with them, that I wasted my time and energy on them and that I actually cried over them. I noticed something funny too, they all come back!
Yep...Vex came back every time. His M.O. is to leave me when I am at my lowest, whine that I am a burden and then, when I get back on my feet, he comes slithering back like a snake. And, like a fool, I take him back. This is the third time he has left me and I won’t be making that mistake again.
As blind as we can be when we think we are in love, sooner or later we see things for what they are. It took a while, but I added up a few things that should have been obvious to any moron and realized how low I had sunk. So many people asked me what I was doing with someone like him and it always made me feel protective of him and I don’t know why. But it did.
And, like you, I cringe when I think of it. Even more, I get the shivering willies. Just when I think I’m done kicking myself, I realize something else that he lied about or figure out another answer to a nagging question. I want to smack myself upside the head.
I’ve mentioned before that I didn’t like him when I met him. I thought he was gross. I was right. I don’t know how, I think it was alcohol, but I started finding him attractive.
I ignored every single clue that he was trash. All I ever had to do was consider where I found him and with whom he associated. And then, to marry him and stay after he did so many really crummy things...jeez. I don’t know what the heck I was thinking.
You know what they say, “If it walks like a duck...”, well, he’s a full fledged cheating, lying, bully. I had to admit that to myself. I also had to admit that my husband was white trash, not an easy thing to admit because it doesn’t speak very well of me and my discretion. I kept thinking he would normal up or something, but he didn’t. He just kept getting trashier and his behavior just became more deviant.
Look at him now, he is on probation for domestic violence and he is a month and a half behind in his alimony. If I just met this dude, I would run like the wind. He’s a jail sentence waiting to happen. But someone is happy to have him and thinks that she “won”.
Well, I hope she has plenty of bleach. Those damn skid marks get real old real fast. And you can only pretend not to notice the big bald dude picking his nose on the couch for so long before you want to gag. I cannot tell you how disgusting the thought of him is to me now. It’s like I felt when I met him, like a fog cleared and I have my wits about me again and I see him for the pig that he is.
I like knowing that he is never coming back into my life...it gives me hope. I haven’t had any hope in years. I was always sad and always felt so badly about myself because I couldn’t make this bum happy. I wasted more years than I care to count.
I can’t count how many times Vex has done the, “I’m so sorry, I see what I’ve done.” BS. He won’t be doing it again, at least not to me. He will stay with any one woman as long as he can run around on her and he can’t fool me anymore. He doesn’t know how to be faithful and he never will. I get a charge out of knowing that sooner or later, VLB will realize how right I am and how stupid she has been...if that hasn’t happened already. I’m patient, I know it will happen and that’s all I need.
So now we have another big breasted lady who wishes she had smaller breasts. In all the comments so far, I have yet to see one big breasted woman who didn't wish for smaller ones, nor have I seen one small breasted woman who didn't wish for larger ones.I honestly think it's a grass-is-greener thing.
Yeah, partly that and partly we just don’t consider certain things. Sadly, I had forgotten the following:
try running with these puppies... in high school, running the track just didn't happen. I walked it, along with my fellow big boobers
Ah, to have to hold on to my tits as I run through the meadows once again. Yes, running, even at a slow trot is not an easy task when you are getting slapped in the face by a tit. So, I can run now, and I can wear cute clothes. But I can’t reach my nipple with my tongue. Ya take the good with the bad.
NOW...I am going to sleep.
See ya,
Meg
...I have had my share of cheating boyfriends and I cringe just thinking about what I did with them, that I wasted my time and energy on them and that I actually cried over them. I noticed something funny too, they all come back!
Yep...Vex came back every time. His M.O. is to leave me when I am at my lowest, whine that I am a burden and then, when I get back on my feet, he comes slithering back like a snake. And, like a fool, I take him back. This is the third time he has left me and I won’t be making that mistake again.
As blind as we can be when we think we are in love, sooner or later we see things for what they are. It took a while, but I added up a few things that should have been obvious to any moron and realized how low I had sunk. So many people asked me what I was doing with someone like him and it always made me feel protective of him and I don’t know why. But it did.
And, like you, I cringe when I think of it. Even more, I get the shivering willies. Just when I think I’m done kicking myself, I realize something else that he lied about or figure out another answer to a nagging question. I want to smack myself upside the head.
I’ve mentioned before that I didn’t like him when I met him. I thought he was gross. I was right. I don’t know how, I think it was alcohol, but I started finding him attractive.
I ignored every single clue that he was trash. All I ever had to do was consider where I found him and with whom he associated. And then, to marry him and stay after he did so many really crummy things...jeez. I don’t know what the heck I was thinking.
You know what they say, “If it walks like a duck...”, well, he’s a full fledged cheating, lying, bully. I had to admit that to myself. I also had to admit that my husband was white trash, not an easy thing to admit because it doesn’t speak very well of me and my discretion. I kept thinking he would normal up or something, but he didn’t. He just kept getting trashier and his behavior just became more deviant.
Look at him now, he is on probation for domestic violence and he is a month and a half behind in his alimony. If I just met this dude, I would run like the wind. He’s a jail sentence waiting to happen. But someone is happy to have him and thinks that she “won”.
Well, I hope she has plenty of bleach. Those damn skid marks get real old real fast. And you can only pretend not to notice the big bald dude picking his nose on the couch for so long before you want to gag. I cannot tell you how disgusting the thought of him is to me now. It’s like I felt when I met him, like a fog cleared and I have my wits about me again and I see him for the pig that he is.
I like knowing that he is never coming back into my life...it gives me hope. I haven’t had any hope in years. I was always sad and always felt so badly about myself because I couldn’t make this bum happy. I wasted more years than I care to count.
I can’t count how many times Vex has done the, “I’m so sorry, I see what I’ve done.” BS. He won’t be doing it again, at least not to me. He will stay with any one woman as long as he can run around on her and he can’t fool me anymore. He doesn’t know how to be faithful and he never will. I get a charge out of knowing that sooner or later, VLB will realize how right I am and how stupid she has been...if that hasn’t happened already. I’m patient, I know it will happen and that’s all I need.
So now we have another big breasted lady who wishes she had smaller breasts. In all the comments so far, I have yet to see one big breasted woman who didn't wish for smaller ones, nor have I seen one small breasted woman who didn't wish for larger ones.I honestly think it's a grass-is-greener thing.
Yeah, partly that and partly we just don’t consider certain things. Sadly, I had forgotten the following:
try running with these puppies... in high school, running the track just didn't happen. I walked it, along with my fellow big boobers
Ah, to have to hold on to my tits as I run through the meadows once again. Yes, running, even at a slow trot is not an easy task when you are getting slapped in the face by a tit. So, I can run now, and I can wear cute clothes. But I can’t reach my nipple with my tongue. Ya take the good with the bad.
NOW...I am going to sleep.
See ya,
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 12:25 AM
4 Comments:
Meg,
You are so right -- running track was not an option. It's difficult to remember which was harder to explain -- the whiplash or the black eyes.
Anne
LOLOLOL, you crack me up....we've got to get together girl I need to talk to you!
Meg
LOL Anne! My friend in high school (DD cup at 16) used to make jokes about that. I always envied her damn it!
Hi Meg! I too am a fan of the tv show Cheaters (re: your prev post about how you & Vex used to watch it together). Saw a great episode recently where girlfriend suspected boyfriend of playing around -- Cheaters investigators got footage of him wearing a wedding ring leaving his house with a woman who was also wearing a wedding ring -- turns out they were married to each other! The Cheaters crew/girlfriend busted him and wife in a laundromat - the guy completely denied knowing the girlfriend, the wife refused to believe he was playing around with the girlfriend until the Cheaters crew played her the audiotape of the phone call confirming his duplicity w/girlfriend, and then she (wife) started beating on the guy screaming why why why (they had been married less than a year, and he'd been cheating with girlfriend for six months). At the end of the show when they update you on each of the various parties status, it turns out the wife had decided to stay with cheating husband. I always wondered if being busted on the show scared the cheaters into "temperance & virtue", or if they just went right back to cheating on the partners weak enough to take them back???
Can you imagine if you had been out w/Vex and were descended upon by his angry girlfriend and TV crew? (I'm sure he would have argued plausible deniability till blue in the face..."no, I don't know her, she's crazy, that's not me on that videotape with her, it doesn't look anything like me/etc etc"). If you hadn't been so seriously ill last year you could have had Cheaters bust him & trailer slut on national tv for you. I wonder if he/she would have tried to preserve some dignity by going the "identity withheld" route (refusing the Cheaters $$ and denying them the right to broadcast their likeness) or if he/she'd have gone straight for the money - broadcast that likeness & dignity be damned!
Also - on breasts - in my opinion its way better to be smaller than bigger. I have two sisters and one is a 36A, I'm a 36B, and the other is a 36C. I'm happy the way I am; I wouldn't want to be any bigger because I'd be too big to go braless in the summertime. I've known two women who had breast reduction surgeries because of the constant backaches they'd have from the weight of their giant boobs (I'll never forget seeing the deep grooves that her bra straps had cut into her shoulders from supporting all that weight). I've also heard from men that fake boobs are icky in tactile situations -- the implants apparently stay cooler than normal flesh, so boob caresses are less pleasant because not only is the texture not like a normal boob (too dense/hard) you're touching something cold. In closing, I've heard many men say "more than a mouthful's wasted".
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