Day 1
Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.
Day 2
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed.
Day 3
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of Nelson's Column and burst into tears.
Day 4
A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that will fix his 'problem'. It's called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.
Day 5
What absolute bliss!!.
Day 6
Isn't life wonderful but it's difficult to write while he's doing that.
Day 7
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, have to admit it's very nice - I don't think I've ever been so happy.
Day 8
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed whacker. I'm also getting a bit sore down there.
Day 9
No time to write. He might catch me.
Day 10
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down with whiskey! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over....
Day 11
I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He's a complete pig.
Day 12
I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become dangerous...
Day 13
Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops, sorry" thing again, I'll kill the bastard.
Day 14
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more horny. Help me!
Day 15
I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to everything I sit on. The cat and dog won't go near him and our friends don't come over any more. Last night I told him to go and fuck himself and he did.
Day 16
The bastard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac.
Day 17
Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any difference...Christ! Here he comes again!
Day 18
He's back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!
Yup, many times. It was casual and fun, though.
I was a bar manager and I used to get comp'd tickets to hockey games, concerts, events and such. If I knew someone liked a certain hockey team or band or could behave themselves at a Wine & Food festival, I'd ask them to go with me.
I never found it difficult to ask someone out on a date... But then I kept it light and casual and didn't make a big deal of it.
I get busy and clean the life out of something. If I'm still angry or upset after I've scrubbed the floors or cleaned out my closet, then I'll speak my mind.
I find I'm much more composed and can really say what I'm thinking instead of screaming and stuttering and cursing like a madwoman.
The Rage Cage here helps. Usually after I've unleashed there, I'll find a way to let my feelings be known, but it's a lot less insulting once I've let off some steam.
I have an idea I've been tossing around for a couple of years. It's way too much work for just myself and hoped to get someone else involved to try and pull it off. I had an idea similar to this with a handful of authors but alas, I never brought it to fruition.
Send me a PM and I can send you the outline and brainstorming sheet I sketched out, if you'd like Sensei.
You're such a douche! It's gotta be hereditary cause your whole fucking family is a bunch of fucking whackjobs. I deserve a medal for putting up with all you fucking psychos. And while sober. And unmedicated. I should be given a trophy and a plaque and a pony.
Cause seriously, this shit is NOT fucking normal. You people could have a whole wing in the psych ward named after you fucking weirdos.
And y'all got the nerve to say I'M WEIRD! Well la-dee-fucking-da... no shit. It's how I cope with you bunch. I keep hoping if I act odd enough you'll leave me the fuck alone and not ask stupid and redundant questions! Your Uncle is lucky I don't jam his false teeth up his ass. IDGAF if he's 90yrs old... His hand was trying to get under my fucking shirt.
I swear, Santa better be bringing me a fucking pony this year for being so good. Or something equally grand, or I'm shooting the fat bastard out of his sleigh.
I've been in an emotionally/mentally/physically abusive relationship.
And I didn't tell other guys what was going on. NOR did I carry on a virtual relationship on the side. That's just asking for trouble with someone that's abusive.
Now I'm not everyone else, but I think she's playing you. You seem to fulfill her need for drama and to get a sympathetic ear.
If she was serious about how much she loved her bf, no matter how emotionally abusive he was, she wouldn't be talking with you.
I, personally, think you can do better than to get hung up on a girl that could very well be crying wolf and isn't going to leave her boyfriend.
I strongly suggest you move on to a flesh and blood girl, cause it sounds like this one is stringing you along.
I could be wrong, but from the little info you've provided I think she's a drama queen looking for attention and not valid help.
Good luck!
I learned a lot from ms. sprite... I learned to look at the produce section of the grocery store in an entirely new light!
I'm not a fan of it...
I usually comment before I score and it irritates me when I'm prompted to leave a comment when I already have.
Also, sometimes I just don't feel like leaving a comment.
If I score a 5, I usually say why I did.
If I put a 4, it usually means I like it, but not enough to leave a comment.
If I feel the need to score it with a 3... I'd much rather send a PM.
But not everyone's the same...
I've done that many, many times. Hell, I have 6 stories right this minute waiting to be edited.
But there's something that just doesn't feel right about them and I don't want to go near them until I know I won't feel like scrapping the whole thing.
I've actually redone one of my earlier ones and posted it after I revamped it.
I've also said to hell with it and posted a story anyways and I'm still not happy with it.
I would dearly love to delete it, but something tells me I'll go back at some point and revamp it. (I hope)
Sometimes you can take bits and pieces of a story and incorporate it into another one, so while you may not be happy with it in its current form, maybe you can use the premise or dialogue or sex scene in another story.
Good luck!
Enough. You two are like prized fucking peacocks. Strutting and preening when none of us really gives a shit.
Don't jump to conclusions about what people write and keep an open mind. It's not hard.
Instead of going with that initial knee jerk gut reaction, stop for a second and try to think of it in another light.
If you can't, then you haven't thought on it enough, or you haven't been exposed to it before. (And if you haven't been exposed to it before - shut up and learn about it before jumping to conclusions)
We all make stupid mistakes and it usually comes from assuming you know better than another person or not thinking things through.
I almost always give someone the benefit of doubt. And I will admit when I'm wrong. And heaven forbid... I actually fucking apologize. Now you guys try it.
I hope you have a simply awesome birthday D 
