Why would I want to come home to that?

[BurgundyParticipant 1525]

Once you have tried LTRs, having to share it and spend time with her, while you have other s~~~ to do, when you then go to having your own place, and finding calm and peace, in your own environment, you will never really want to change that.

Having the whole place for yourself, is the best feeling, and most peaceful tranquillity, there is, and it truly becomes your source of productivity, ambition, and rekindling of passions.

You get to experience, the almost trapped feeling, every time you go to arrangements or family events any way, the thought of coming home to that as well, is now fuel for nightmares.

[BeerParticipant 11832]

When I was growing up I saw my dad come home from work every day, we’d have a family dinner, then he’d go sit in his chair and read the newspaper and watch a little tv to unwind and my mom would start her s~~~ about 5 minutes after she got done doing dishes…every night. He’d only get a break from her s~~~ when she was busy talking on the phone, and soon as the phone conversation ended it was right back to bitching to/at him about dumb s~~~.

I come home now to my dog. Its amazing. She’s actually happy to see me when I get home and I don’t have anyone here to give me s~~~. If I’m feeling lonely or bored or whatever I can always go out and be around people, or invite some friends over, but most days when I get home I’d rather just be alone. I can chill out and watch some netflix, play some video games, do some reading…and nobody gives me any s~~~ at all.

Considering how I watched my dad get s~~~ for years when he just wanted a little time to relax and read the paper and watch a little tv after a long day at work…every day I come home and get to do this in peace and silence is like a little victory. Unless I’m going to get some combo of dinner/blowjob/sex EVERY DAY, and she agrees to NEVER complain, there is no possible way that letting a female live with me is going to improve my life at all. If I just want dinner/blowjob/sex occasionally and a mute button for when she starts being c~~~y, its called dating…I don’t have to live with women to get that stuff…but don’t tell them that, let them keep thinking being a whore is empowering lol.

[GrumpyParticipant]

There has always been 2 constants regarding living with someone else (including my daughter).
One constant I have experienced in having someone/something (children & pets included) else live with me, is the expectation for me alone to compromise or surrender my needs and desires for those of the other person, while carrying the financial/emotional/physical burden solely.
The second constant is me. Or rather my inability to not use the “My gold, my rules, so I am the master of my domain” analogy.
My home is my sanctuary, I put up with enough bulls~~~ outside of my home, I refuse to tolerate it inside my sanctuary. If someone doesn’t like it? The door is over there, feel free to f~~~ off at the high port sunshine.

There was a time in my life when I gave a fuck. Now you have to pay ME for it

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