But You’ll Be Lonely and Die Alone!

[MATRIXParticipant 2339]

Nobody and NOTHING ever made me feel more lonely and alone than my kunt of an xwife who made me feel despised in my own home.

Unwanted in my own home that I’d worked on and payed into for YEARS.

I used to DREAD coming home from work to see that scowling, disapproving kunt face. Driving home from work with that pit in your stomach because of the nasty kunt’s attitude.

Something you just had to sup up and suffer because you wished to stay with your child a bit longer and not be divorced raped just yet.

Going to bed alone each fcuking night because the kunt would rather sit up drinking and watching shiit on TV till the small hours.

Finally, knowing that the kunt was trash talking you to your friends and family behind your back.

Knowing deep inside, that if I did die in the house that kunt would just step over me with a smirk.

“But you’ll be lonely and die alone!”

P.I.S.S. OFF!

NEVER MARRY.

For the love of GOD,

Don’t, just DON’T!

There is NO wisdom in signing a contract with someone who benefits from breaking it.

[AwakenedParticipant 35200]

I may be alone, but I won’t be “lonely”.

EACH Human dies alone…..We came in to this world “alone”, and so we shall leave it….

In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

[BubParticipant 1403]

MATRIX wrote:

Finally, knowing that the kunt was trash talking you to your friends and family behind your back.

Knowing deep inside, that if I did die in the house that kunt would just step over me with a smirk.

“But you’ll be lonely and die alone!”

P.I.S.S. OFF!

Matrix. This is your best post to date.

I guarantee my shebeast would do this. I know a guy who died and the wife came home but didn’t find him for an hour. Biotch!

They absolutely don’t give a single F U C K about any man.

She will do anything to destroy you. It’s just a question of when she makes the phone call.

Just rolling down the road

[PuniShredderParticipant 2268]

You should have killed her. I would have.

Be professional be polite but always have a plan to kill everyone you meet.

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

MATRIX wrote:

“But you’ll be lonely and die alone!”

Not me. I have plans…

But seriously, the people who don’t die alone are usually victims of horrible mass tragedies. Or even smaller tragedies: murder victims don’t die alone.

Regardless, though, it’s how you live that matters, not how you die.

: “But you’ll die alone!”
: “Dying alone is better than living with you.”

[SpiderHerderParticipant 3753]

sidecar wrote:

“But you’ll die alone!”

“I shall be so lucky !” LOL

[TaxGuyParticipant]

sidecar wrote:

: “But you’ll die alone!”
: “Dying alone is better than living with you.”

I remember an old TV show from the 80’s called LA Law. There was a divorce lawyer named Arnie Becker. He was having a conversation with a women once that I’ve never forgot.

Arnie: If I only had 30 days to live I’d want to spend them all with you.
Skirt: Really?
Arnie: Yeah. Cuz those 30 days would feel like 10 years.

To Matrix’s point about dreading coming home, I remember when my oldest was about six months old. My ex told me she was talking to her mom and her mom asked if I had started needing to work late yet. She told my ex that’s what guys do when they don’t want to come home.

I don’t know if that conversation was real or not, but she did a fantastic job of making me feel guilty about something I hadn’t done. And after that, any time I did actually have to work late I felt like an asshole, and that she probably didn’t believe me. The mind-f~~~ing is real gentlemen.

Order the good wine

[GeraldParticipant 3620]

I just saw the title… and my only concern about dying alone is my dog. If I die at home, no one might know for a while and he might suffer. Hard to figure a plan for that… something to think about… planning for my best friend.

No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.

[TwistParticipant]

MATRIX wrote:

I used to DREAD coming home from work to see that scowling, disapproving kunt face. Driving home from work with that pit in your stomach because of the nasty kunt’s attitude.

I would park around the corner. Around the corner from my beautiful house. Around the corner from the house where my beloved daughters were. I just couldn’t go straight there. I’d sit and throw it around and around “how did I get into this situation”. The hateful anger. The betrayal, the plotting behind my back. And me having no clue what to do about it. Then I realized – why people do what they do. When they see no way out. No way without it getting worse. Much worse.

Then I’d steel myself, pull up the driveway of my beautiful house, pass the cold stove, see the discarded take-out remains, then sit down in the den of my beautiful house while my daughters and their mother would text each other while sitting in the same room.

Alone? Want to feel alone? Join me in my beautiful house, with my beautiful family.

F~~~ that.

Dont
Dont
Dont

[sidecarParticipant 35837]

Twist wrote:

“how did I get into this situation”

You got married. That’s how.

Don’t get married.

[Puffin StuffParticipant 24979]

I’m a doctor so worked for 30 years in a hospital. Hospitals are where people go to die. You don’t die alone. There’s a crowd of people pushing medication in or just standing around to watch you die. And most people become unconcious when they die and won’t notice anything anyway.

I’d rather die alone than die the slow death of the married man in our society. A little death every day.

#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.

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