I will never believe the figure is only 50%.
Every single family member I have, every friend and colleague, all f~~~ing DIVORCED!
It’s more like 80% fail and the rest just limp along in ABJECT F~~~ING MISERY!
The stats are a lie, just as marriage is a lie!
FOR. THE. LOVE. OF. GOD.
DO. NOT. MARRY.
It gets even worse than 50 percent buddy.
I’ve had a couple of guys trying to sweet-talk me into marriage by saying that the national divorce rate is only 23 PERCENT “because the statistics didn’t include people who remarried and are doing better.” I told that guy that he was full of s~~~. He dared me to come up with the “right information” that suggests the divorce rate is higher than 23 percent. I ignored him because knowing this guy, I could come up with any kind of proof under the sun and he would just scoff at it and say “it’s all lies”.
Then a year ago, he and his nicey-nice girlfriend ran into troubles and they broke up. He never talked about it again with me. I guess having easy access to pussy and companionship makes most guys feeling on top of the world and they think that because THEY have a woman, everyone else should as well, and have nothing go wrong.
Your story troubled me, since I have a BPD mother who would pull the same s~~~ just to keep my father(and her three other husbands that followed)in line with her constant threats. “I’ll call the police and say you hit me” was a personal favorite of hers.
In 2006, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I was 21 years old, doing well for myself, and I thought I’d take my mother in and let her stay with me “for a couple of weeks until she got back on her feet again”. She was always between jobs, and my sisters were sick of her s~~~ and having to support her.
A “couple of weeks” turned into a year and a half of complete hell and misery and abuse. I began drinking heavily because being sober in that house with her was NOT an option. I moved TWICE to get away from her. Miraculously, she always managed to find out where I was, and dominated everything in my life, starting with my newly-established credit history. She put me $2,800 in debt, signing up for s~~~ with MY name, and NO intention on paying a dime of it.
Thanksgiving, 2007 was the worst point in my life. During an argument, she threatened to put a knife to me while I was sleeping so she could “end the mistake” that she wished she never had. Yep. Those words still echo in my dreams even to this day. When she tried to attack me, I pushed her down and said I’d kick her ass if she ever touched me again.
She called the POLICE on me with the claim that I RAPED her. The only reason I wasn’t handcuffed and charged with rape/assault is because when the cops were trying to get her to explain what happened, she was so f~~~ed in the head, she changed her story SIX times in four minutes without being aware that she was doing so. ME raping her changed into some wacked-out, f~~~ed-up, and slightly-racist story that I was in the basement and unaware of anything while a BLACK MAN was sneaking into our window and going upstairs to rape her. The “a black man raped me” story had been used before on one of her boyfriends living nearby in Pittsburgh at the time. When he dumped her ass and began dating someone else(any other woman would be CHOICE after experiencing what my mom had to offer), she cried that she was “raped by a black man in a laundromat” trying to get him to come back to her, and even made up a pretend story that she was pregnant, even though she had a hysterectomy or whatever the f~~~ it’s called that got her uterus removed 10 years earlier.
I still left the house in a police car. Not in handcuffs, though. After hearing her babbling, nonsense, nearly-incoherent stories all mixed into a crying babble, the police told me, “We think you should stay away from her for a couple of days until she calms down from whatever she THINKS happened to her. Do you have anywhere to go?” I did, actually. A friend of mine from our church, who happily took me in for three days, and who my mom never talked to again because she felt our friend was “taking sides with me”.
My story gets better though. My sisters rescued me from my personal Pittsburgh hell of a life, and they helped me get back on my feet again. It’s been almost ten years, but I’m finally back to where I was financially and mentally before I made my BIG mistake of a decision to help my mom. I got my own place, no roommates, a good job with a recent promotion, and only the occasional nightmare.
My mother is now homeless, four-times divorced, completely mentally ill and on no medication because she claims, “nothing is wrong with me”. None of her kids will talk to her, she’s been in prison for 9 months, and she goes to a library for her Internet access, crying on Facebook about how nobody wants her, and occasionally making false profiles from which to send me and my siblings “friend requests.” What p~~~es me off is that her latest scam profile says that she’s a MAN and she’s a “U.S. Army veteran”. She’s 56 years old and so far gone in the head, it’s not even funny.
Don’t ever go for a chick who is on some kind of mental disorder but claims she’s “taking medication for it and handling it well”.
My father fell for that bulls~~~ lie, and so did three other men. And maybe two-dozen boyfriends/fiancees who saw her true self and ran for the f~~~ing hills.
OldBill 2 years, 6 months ago.
