The first time I went to a comedy club was in Los Angeles in 1975 or 76 . At The Improv Sam Kinison said, that when you are in a relations~~~ your woman was going to ask you for your baguette, your penis, before you go out with your friends (and she also wanted you to give her your b~~~~ too – because you wouldn’t be needing them) so you won’t be using it with somebody else, meaning some other woman.
This curious phrase Sparks a bit of interest within my soul. If a woman considers your penis as nothing more then a stick or a piece of bread (as she would her own (dildos)) it shows you nothing more than her own incompetence at understanding and wanting to be a part of another human being. You are being shown your disposability, Thus the phrase;
” For Better or Worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part” the guy says with this ring I Thee Wed. Not that anything has changed but you know you are now chained to the floor. You might have been able to fly at one time but you are now chained. If you are young you are going to be screwed.
At this point I was 22 years old, I found myself with wobbly knees needing desperately to get extremely drunk (completely blackout this moment forever). So unable to drive on my honeymoon I find myself a passenger and my now ex-wife screaming at me while she’s driving like a crazy lady on video on YouTube this is how I find myself May 2nd 1981.
Can you imagine getting screamed at Non-Stop for almost an hour on the way to your honeymoon? It never gets better. The story only gets more interesting with time and the only reason that I can talk to you about it now is because I am some distance from it at the present time. The entire 30-year relations~~~ simply reveals itself and it is not pretty. I’m jumping about a bit but I want to refer to a letter that was written to me in 2009 a year after the divorce was final. My ex-wife wrote me primarily to let herself off the hook as far as feeling guilty. As if and admission made the difference. How would you feel if somebody said I’m sorry for killing you I’m sorry for killing your soul your dreams and your good heart. Nothing that anyone says at the end of 30 years of abuse is going to make any difference. You are already conditioned you have been taking abuse sucking it up buttercup. You find yourself frantically trying to discover who the hell you might be and it is no avail AZ you’re online dating trying desperately to recover the sense of worth you found in female validation. Never to find that again (because you have discovered that female validation is only a cover to completely gain dominance) you find out the company of men was really worth the trouble all the time because you were only told that man cannot be trusted only women are the true overseers of morality. Thus you find the level of Monkdom, where you simply cannot afford to spend emotional energy on anyone. Sometimes this takes years in my case sometimes this takes only a few months. In the end we all find Nirvana which I consider a great band. In the end if we’re lucky as men we find mgtow and we learn that our collective baguette is not for sale or hire.
Just saying
I can see their heads have been twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth. Bob d
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