Your company just came up with a policy where representatives can’t do business with clients as it creates a conflict of interest. No, really, they just did. I swear.
Being monstrously cocky only works when you constantly win. Once you start losing, that cockiness instantly turns into the stink of desperation. Sirianni and Hurts are poster children for the stink of desperation. By the end, they weren’t even trying.
I have spent 32 years with my cheater, and I can assure you it will never get better. Never. You killed this relationship, and are now dragging the corpse around hoping it will pop back into life. There is no power on earth sufficiently powerful to fix what you did, and I know this from hard experience. End it. Now.
No, no, no. Can’t be done. It is an iron clad rule that Vikings must root for anyone playing the Pack. I think it was written on the Kensington Runestone by Olof Ohman himself. The following statement is the closest I’ve ever come to rooting for the Pack...
First of all, I don’t believe you can EVER trust the person who cheated on you. And, I have tried. My wife cheated 32 years ago, and while I know she is not cheating, and hasn’t for three decades, my brain still remembers the pain of her affair, and I still get triggered.
I am proud of you. I’m only have one piece of advice: go no contact. If you have to give her the dog to do so, then do it. Nothing good can come from her repeated attempts to screw up your life again.
Your company just came up with a policy where representatives can’t do business with clients as it creates a conflict of interest. No, really, they just did. I swear.
Yes, yes it does..
So, it looks like a total eclipse will pass over my grave in September, 2099, unless Nick Norte solves the problem of aging by then. Fingers crossed!
Does she have a mental illness? I’m not trying to be flippant, but her behavior is so odd I can’t help but think she is batty.
I wouldn’t touch this hag with your dick. The soup of nasty microbes, STDs, and stale old semen she totes around makes me want to power vomit.
Start gathering evidence cause eventually we all know what's gonna happen
What has clearly already happened. Stop fooling yourself, the cheating has been underway for a long time.
You are a child. I have corns on my feet that are older than you.
Out of curiosity, if you feel that way, why are you still together?
The nice thing about autonomy is I only have to have reasons to satisfy myself. You don’t need to know, approve, or understand any of them.
Being monstrously cocky only works when you constantly win. Once you start losing, that cockiness instantly turns into the stink of desperation. Sirianni and Hurts are poster children for the stink of desperation. By the end, they weren’t even trying.
And the truth shall set you free.
Thanks, it should get better with time, I hope.
I have spent 32 years with my cheater, and I can assure you it will never get better. Never. You killed this relationship, and are now dragging the corpse around hoping it will pop back into life. There is no power on earth sufficiently powerful to fix what you did, and I know this from hard experience. End it. Now.
It’s been way over thirty years since my wife’s affair, and I still get triggered. It never leaves you.
Well, you are going to hell..
No, no, no. Can’t be done. It is an iron clad rule that Vikings must root for anyone playing the Pack. I think it was written on the Kensington Runestone by Olof Ohman himself. The following statement is the closest I’ve ever come to rooting for the Pack...
Cuck on a duck
Intercontinental ballistic missile. Easy.
Everything I have always thought about Packers fans is now shown to be demonstrably true.
He’s actually a saints fan.
That’s about the same.
I find this decidedly lovely.
I have a chanker.
First of all, I don’t believe you can EVER trust the person who cheated on you. And, I have tried. My wife cheated 32 years ago, and while I know she is not cheating, and hasn’t for three decades, my brain still remembers the pain of her affair, and I still get triggered.
He got dumped by the affair partner, or the follow up partner, or whatever.
Who cares? She’s out of your life soon. It’s time to stop giving her space in your brain.
I am proud of you. I’m only have one piece of advice: go no contact. If you have to give her the dog to do so, then do it. Nothing good can come from her repeated attempts to screw up your life again.
Here is a little advice you don’t deserve: delete this post as fast as you can.