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My ex wife decided to stay at home for 6 years looking after the children.
The children were at school from 9AM until 3PM, yet I would spend all weekend cleaning as she couldn’t find time during the week to do anything, even though she had six hours free every day. the sink being full of disgusting water and plates for days on end as she had “put them in to soak”. spending 3 hours on a Saturday cleaning the kitchen only for her to come in, make a sandwich and leave every single thing out on the side. If I got p~~~ed off she would say “Oh, I will clean it up later”
Despite her not having brought any money into the house for six years she got p~~~ed off when I wouldn’t agree to buy the latest s~~~ she decided she wanted.
Hair everywhere, blocking the bath trap and all over the floor when I hoovered. Seeing her knickers all over the floor and noticing how crusty they are. Thinking about that still makes me dry heave.
Her car being a total tip and when I washed it noticing all the new damage. If I queried it, it was “Just a car”. Easy to say when you didn’t pay for it bitch.
Once she borrowed my car and after a week I noticed it absolutely stank. After searching for the smell I found a half eaten sandwich in the glovebox. Seriously, could you not throw it away?
Spending every evening on her phone on Facebook and sending flirty messages to orbiters.
For women, everything eventually boils down to Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks.
My worst memory? Ah, where to begin. I think the false accusation of molesting my own daughter probably takes the cake. Luckily for me nothing came of it as there was absolutely no tangibility behind the claim. Then there was Father’s Day, on which I was given zero cards/recognition while the bitches douche canoe father cashed in with 5, including one done by my own children. Once (maybe more, but I lose count) she wished me dead. Then, I s~~~ you not, she tried to drive a demon from me, exorcist style. Out of her f~~~ing mind. I still have to share air with her every other day, as my kids live with her. Of course, all of the staples; s~~~ty/bad sex, nagging, being told to “change”. I could go on. I’m working on moving past my resentment. Hanging onto that is like swallowing poison in the hope that the other person dies. I treat her now like I would a resident mountain lion: at arms distance and with one eye always on her. They do change, they can’t be trusted, and this guy has had to learn the hard way. Never again. F~~~ off ladies.
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My ex wife decided to stay at home for 6 years looking after the children.
The children were at school from 9AM until 3PM, yet I would spend all weekend cleaning as she couldn’t find time during the week to do anything, even though she had six hours free every day. the sink being full of disgusting water and plates for days on end as she had “put them in to soak”. spending 3 hours on a Saturday cleaning the kitchen only for her to come in, make a sandwich and leave every single thing out on the side. If I got p~~~ed off she would say “Oh, I will clean it up later”
Despite her not having brought any money into the house for six years she got p~~~ed off when I wouldn’t agree to buy the latest s~~~ she decided she wanted.
Hair everywhere, blocking the bath trap and all over the floor when I hoovered. Seeing her knickers all over the floor and noticing how crusty they are. Thinking about that still makes me dry heave.
Her car being a total tip and when I washed it noticing all the new damage. If I queried it, it was “Just a car”. Easy to say when you didn’t pay for it bitch.
Once she borrowed my car and after a week I noticed it absolutely stank. After searching for the smell I found a half eaten sandwich in the glovebox. Seriously, could you not throw it away?
Spending every evening on her phone on Facebook and sending flirty messages to orbiters.
The stories vary from man to man but the broads all have many of the same behaviors. My useless sweetheart isn’t any different.
It seems that women will work so hard to “hook a man” to get married. Then they put the same amount of effort, if not more, into destroying him and their marriage. Women ENJOY tearing down men. Then they want another to start the process all over again. I really believe that many women do not “feel” complete unless they have a man under their thumb. This what they must mean when they advertise that they are looking for their soul mate.
Common Loving Wife Behaviors
1. LAZY
2. Slobs
3. Limited, if any employment-spend more then they contribute
4. Do Not respect belongings like cars, furniture, houses etc.
5. Self-Absorbed
6. Sexless
7. BITCHY
8. NAGGING
9. ETC.Feel Free to add more, because I’m just scratching the surface!!!!!
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t seems that women will work so hard to “hook a man” to get married. Then they put the same amount of effort, if not more, into destroying him and their marriage. Women ENJOY tearing down men. Then they want another to start the process all over again. I really believe that many women do not “feel” complete unless they have a man under their thumb. This what they must mean when they advertise that they are looking for their soul mate.
I think KM said that women don’t really want to be a wife, they just want the wedding
It’s like they were sold a lie that married life is this wonderful thing, but first you need to get a man to marry you. But once they do – it seems like they imagined the married life to be completely different – magical and fascinating. Instead they act like they’ve been scammed and start tearing it down, hating everyone around them for not telling her earlier that it would suck. Princess complexproud carrier of the 'why?' chromosome
The thing that saved me was my mom was a bitch and her three husbands.I had two fine/crazy that would make my life a living hell and make a child hate me .The country is so screwed from being reared by these crazy,selfish entitled bitches.The few that had a father had no say in upbringing.To many women a child is a weapon,income source,pawn and the single mother card. I hate that it happened to the men I know and have read about.Life should not be that way,but with a women it is.
Anonymous5Going to bed one night and her saying to me I could kill you in your sleep and take your insurance money .there’s more but like stealing several thousands of dollars .
Anonymous43So many horrible memories.
High on the list was watching her extrude my children through her blessed golden vagina, and continuing to wear maternity clothing for two years afterwards because she ballooned up into some she-beast. She out weighed me by a good 75 pounds at peak fatass. She would crush the breath out of me when she wanted to be on top. Ever see natural 36 JJJ boobs before…oh my Christ did you know there were bras that size? Special custom made, costs $400, it looks like the orange parachutes the space capsules used to splash down in the ocean. I was crushed and smothered at the same time, and then bounced for 20 minutes. I puked in bed a couple times under this onslaught. Most nights for years I slept on the floor or in the downstairs bathroom with the door locked. For 6 years she weighed 275 pounds. I never want to see boobs bigger than an A cup ever again.
Oh let see… she tried to bbq on the grill…left it too close to the new plastic siding and melted 100 square feet…slagged the house and had no clue why the food smelled funny. melted the new windows and singed the 2×4 framing underneath.
LOL signing both signatures on $3000 of travelers checks in the cabin of the cruise ship while we were still tied to the dock with Mickey and Minnie handing out daiquiris on the Sun Deck at the pre sail party. Oh Ive never used these before…
No wait…leaving the pool heater on full blast for 3 weeks straight, then wondering why we have a $800 gas bill in August. Damn water bill was high that month too. Like triple!
hmm donating a 6 month old refrigerator that I was still making payments on because it was yellow and it wouldn’t fit the new kitchen remodel. We need the big chrome fridge. She picked the yellow one in the first place because yellow looked so happy.
Taking the kids college money and using it for a down payment for a new Mustang. College money didn’t quite cover the dealer over charge for having the hot new car. You couldn’t give this car away today. Who wants a 10 year old Stang?
Cooking lemon chicken. instead of 4 tsp of lemon juice, she used 4 whole plastic lemons of juice concentrate. It was a soul sucking casserole of galactic proportions.
Made a birthday cake with 9 packages of mix put into an aluminum turkey cooking pan filled all the way to the top. Absolutely ruined the stove, split the pan, batter leaked out the bottom and several days later attracted every ant, c~~~roach and beetle in the timezone.
She rented a rototiller from the homey depot, brought it home in the back of the minivan, broke the suspension, then dumped gas and oil in the back, To top it off, she shoved the rotof~~~er onto the driveway…tine stuck in the asphalt, rolled and broke 2 tines. Then she dragged the rotowreck into the back yard tying it to my lawn tractor with bungee cords. Put it where she wanted and fired it up…un balanced rotodisaster flipped and ran on it’s side until the oil leaked out and the motor froze. Then blamed me for the mess. I paid $600 for new rear suspension on the minivan, $400 for detailing the interior of the van, then discovered the carpet was ruined…$300 for new replacement carpet. $300 to extract the embedded tine and patch the driveway, owed Homedepot a couple grand for the rotowreckage, paid a guy $50 to haul the rotovictim away.
Having a charitable garage sale on older daughter’s birthday. Started out the day ransacking daughter’s bedroom and my s~~~ for garage sale fodder. Took my remote control boat, a high end racing bike and a collection of depression era glassware my mother and grandmother collected and gave to us. Every item in the garage sale was $5. Some asshole is riding around the abandoned rail trails of Dupage and Kane County Illinois on a really nice real Italian Bianchi racing bike he bought from some idiot c~~~ for 5 bucks…a discount of $3495. $100 boat, now $5. 80 year old glassware once given away in detergent boxes and canisters of oatmeal, now extremely rare sold not for $5 a piece, but $5 for the entire lot…a service for 20 my grandmother collected in the 1930s. Plates, saucers, tea cups serving bowls, sugar and cream set, butter dishes, glasses, grapefruit bowls, ice cream bowls there were 200 pieces in the set, all matching. Gone for 5 f~~~ing dollars. Years of scouring auctions, estate sales, antique shops, flea markets, garage sales. There are something like 50 colors and over 500 patterns. Everything in this collection matched, color and pattern. There was a one of a kind salesman miniature sample set in the color and pattern. Only 1 salesman in 1930 carried this set to soap, cereal and oat companies. He would have shown this to oil company execs, grocery store presidents, any company offering a premium like the crappy toys in cereal today, 1 sample set. Mint in the original box from the factory, in the salesman’s original briefcase. 1 only 1 in the entire world. There are no salesman samples surviving today to the best of my knowledge. Museums would have wanted this s~~~. $5. for all of it! I wanted to beat this bitch with a brick. She made $200 in this garage sale, $5 at a time. She felt so proud of herself. My mother cried for 2 days and would never again visit until the day I was removed from my house.
Not giving me the engagement ring back.
Doing her laundry. I think she bought 2 packs of undies in 15 years. That alone should discourage marriage.
Hair everywhere…sinks, pool filter, washer, drier, brushes, 12 hair brushes all over the house and 2 in each car. Every crack and crevasses of the cars, the house and the garage. Hair in the fish tank, the vacuum and hinges of doors. The roller wheels of the desk chair, the treadmill, the exercise bike. Food. Her hair was in our food. I would find her hair wrapped around certain sensitive body parts…like strangling my parts. She would blame the hairb~~~~ on me, the guy with the crew cut or shaved bald.
the phone calls at inopportune times…she was talking to her dad on the phone while I was umm whatever. I stopped when the phone rang. she hung up and then said “ok, more. I want more. Get in there. I wasn’t done.” I remember looking down at this yawning maw, and below that was the birth canal…suez canal, welland canal, erie canal, panama canal where thousands of men died, loves canal poisonous for 20,000 more years, I saw a rolled up hunk of tp was sticking out of some folded piece of skin down there. I refused to have sex with her again, and tried to fight her off if she jumped me.
That one July day when I was cuddling my mower gas can in the back yard seemed like a totally rational choice. She broke me. She broke my spirit, she broke my heart, my spleen, my dreams. I was begging for the sweet release that is death. I ran out of tears years before, and I had run out of options.
Best memory, signing the final line on the divorce decree. Then walking out of the courthouse and smelling the diesel fumes from the bus stop next to the front door. To me, the stink of bus exhaust is freedom.
Do not marry, Do not cohabitate. Stay the f~~~ away.
may 7, you’re quite a writer!!! really enjoyed. thanks for sharing. Sorry!
rotowreckage LOL
what a f~~~ing disaster man. it’s almost too bad to be trueproud carrier of the 'why?' chromosome
May 7, I’m glad you are free. Your story makes my experiences with women seem minor.
I commuted 500 miles each way from Arizona to California for 10 years so I could be with my kid. When I finally sold the house I had worked on for years that was near my job, the bitch said I could move my kid back from Arizona close to my job. The house was in California, so even if I could buy it back the property taxes would have gone up 500%.
Basically I spent thousands of hours on the road because she wanted to punish me. May Karma give her all she deserves.
The hair, sweet flyin’ f~~~ her hair was everywhere. Bunched up on the carpets, bathroom, got into my clothes when we would do laundry, had to pull a handfull out of the drain stopper before every shower.
I used to live in a house full of women while my dad had to work for the most part in other states for his job. It was f~~~ing horrible. The hair everywhere, the used tampons in the toilet and on the sink, the wet towels on the floor, the used razors all over the f~~~ing place. It was f~~~ing insane. I’m glad I got out and I’m never going back.
One of the worst memories of living with women is that when me, my sister, and my cousin used to go swimming together, they thought they were “playing” with me by pushing my head underwater for long periods of time. It sucked, because both of them had stronger upper body strength than me.
What’s even worse is that they KNEW I had breathing problems (I have asthma) and it just got worse. I finally had enough of it and got out of the pool when I could get away from them.
It made me avoid swimming with them ever again. F~~~ that s~~~.
My sister also used to do “jump scares” to me when we were little. One time, she scared me and I slipped on the floor and chipped one of my front teeth. Another time, she scared me while I was in the shower. I fell and busted my chin open. I got stitches after that.
Living with women is nothing by a nightmare. I’ll never live with any again.
Anonymous43Russky every damn day was some new disaster. The hair would clog the vacuum, making the thing work harder then the motor would over heat and fail. I bought vacuums every 6 months, she would never clean it, but you know it was my fault for buying s~~~ty vacuums. Dysons, fantoms, sears, hoover you name it I brought it home and there it would die. If I was lucky, I’d have it paid off before it failed. Beast buy and sears loved me. My mom has the same Sears vacuum she bought in 1967 for $15, still works today. No replacement parts, still get bags for it, a couple scrapes in the bumper strip and a couple dents from me smashing toy cars into the steel canister lid.
The cars, rubbing the corners into the garage walls every other day…I gave up sanding and the repainting the bumper. Sometimes she would back the car into the trash cane I put out the night before…and drive off with a ripped trash bag stuck underneath. The car would have 20 candy wrappers, energy bottles, gu packets, poptart wrappers, hairb~~~~, parking tickets, broken make up containers, tollway change, half eaten food. I found a half eaten quart of icecream about ready to evolve into a sentient being. It was talking to me….open your mind open your mind open your mind
, I had to nuke it from orbit to be sure I killed it….with a wet dry vacuum. Slurp! it was like an icecream abortionAnd the filthy mouth on this pig… fin fin fing this and fing that and this fing guy did this and he fed it up fing fing f.
cheese cake factory near her work…it was the place where everyone knew her name…she looked like Norm from Cheers bellying up to the bar. Gawd almighty.
every day was a new disaster…like opening charge accounts at the mall, at all the stores. and the bills came floating in…sign up and well give you 10% off today. First purchase over $100 we’ll give you a $10 coupon. Rolled up $27,000 in credit card debt in 3 months. on 20 cards. some in my name, wtf?
Woman your name is disaster
There was another crazy episode.
I started banging this 16 yo russian chick – she came out of nowhere into my life. I was 25 back then
So we’ve been f~~~ing like rabbits for 2 days straight, right?
Next thing I know she pulls out a toothbrush out of her handbag and refuses to leave.
I knew this s~~~ was highly illegal in the US, so I tried to get rid of her.
The problem was that this slut was super horny and she got addicted to my dick and didn’t want to leave.
She said her parents are oppressing her and that she’s afraid to go there.
I stuffed her into my car and we’re driving to her parents
she opened the passenger door and threatened to jump out while I was doing 80. I dared her to do it
Eventually, I dropped her off at a stoplight, but the next couple of days I was super paranoid about messing with an underage, and what kind of trouble I got myself into…
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5 years later I ended up marrying that bitch and having a child together. True story. It worked out fine. My daughter will be 8 this year, and she’s the love of my lifeproud carrier of the 'why?' chromosome
I started banging this 16 yo russian chick
staring in Clearasil spattered fantasists roxed.letting her down easy like jelly on a plate was some times dicey,but part of the young and devil may care is part of your personal library of guy high lites
I started banging this 16 yo russian chick
staring in Clearasil spattered fantasists roxed.letting her down easy like jelly on a plate was some times dicey,but part of the young and devil may care is part of your personal library of guy high lites
are you high off something? what’s going on? no comprende espagnol
proud carrier of the 'why?' chromosome
We need to talk………….
If I had a dollar for every time my last ex said that to me, it would be raining money. And notice how they always say this after they’ve spoken to their c~~~ mate/s. All of them slagging you off, he’s not doing enough for you, tell him to buck his ideas up, you go girl, and all that bulls~~~. Always about “what MORE can he do for me?” C~~~s, all of them.
Seeing her knickers all over the floor and noticing how crusty they are. Thinking about that still makes me dry heave.
LMAO.
Once she borrowed my car and after a week I noticed it absolutely stank. After searching for the smell I found a half eaten sandwich in the glovebox. Seriously, could you not throw it away?
Hahahaha. F~~~ I’m still laughing.
My worst memory? Ah, where to begin. I think the false accusation of molesting my own daughter probably takes the cake. Luckily for me nothing came of it as there was absolutely no tangibility behind the claim. Then there was Father’s Day, on which I was given zero cards/recognition while the bitches douche canoe father cashed in with 5, including one done by my own children. Once (maybe more, but I lose count) she wished me dead. Then, I s~~~ you not, she tried to drive a demon from me, exorcist style. Out of her f~~~ing mind. I still have to share air with her every other day, as my kids live with her. Of course, all of the staples; s~~~ty/bad sex, nagging, being told to “change”. I could go on. I’m working on moving past my resentment. Hanging onto that is like swallowing poison in the hope that the other person dies. I treat her now like I would a resident mountain lion: at arms distance and with one eye always on her. They do change, they can’t be trusted, and this guy has had to learn the hard way. Never again. F~~~ off ladies.
Man I never got f~~~ all on fathers day either, ever, throughout the years, (no fault of my son as he doesnt know anything about it, its up to his c~~~ mother to remind him) but was constantly reminded of mothers day by everyone else, and i told everyone ‘else’ to f~~~ right off.
Great line about swallowing poison hoping the other person will die, spot on.
Man, there are some great stories here! I can’t contribute as I’ve never lived with a woman, but I enjoy reading your stories, and some things sound really familiar, like the hair everywhere (they refuse to clean it because ewwwwwww when it’s wet in the shower sink), leaving crap lying around in your car and buying s~~~ she doesn’t need.
Keep ’em coming, boys!
"One of the best things internet exposed is just how insane women are." - Freeman_K
So many horrible memories
My friend , your stories are precious gems. I can only imagine with a little snow flake like that, you have plenty more to tell. Keep them coming, it’s good therapy for a previously tortured man like yourself and good therapy for all of us to read them !!
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