How often did she touch your s~~~?

[Dashing Young DissidentSpectator]

How often did your ex touch your personal belongings, move your stuff, etc, and what did she touch? Did she have any remorse for f~~~ing with your stuff, considering the fact that her s~~~ is always all over the floor like her clothes etc?

Every time i came home from work, the bitch had put her filthy meddling hands on my s~~~ and moved stuff around. Her favourite thing to do was leave s~~~ on my computer desk that had absolutely nothing to do with her. She’d pick an item up of mine and put it on my desk as if to say “this doesn’t belong where you left it”.

Despite giving her several warnings not to touch my s~~~, she went ahead and did it anyway. She couldn’t help herself.

I f~~~ing well started to pick up her s~~~ and lob it to the back of her closet and stick her make up bag, tooth brush and hairbrush in the f~~~ing toilet cistern.

How does it feel c~~~y?

[Anonymous 54]

The thing that allways bugged me is when they take the change out of your pockets and keep it. Small thing yes but…

[Dashing Young DissidentSpectator]

Anonymous wrote:

The thing that allways bugged me is when they take the change out of your pockets and keep it. Small thing yes but…

Wow thats a new one to me! She actually did that? Cheap c~~~!

[Anonymous 54]

They all did.

[Dashing Young DissidentSpectator]

Anonymous wrote:

They all did.

Those witches!

[Anonymous 54]

Dashing Young Dissident wrote:

Old Sage wrote:

They all did.

Those witches!

The kind of gold diggers a high roller like me attracts! Hahah

[HitmanParticipant]

they love to snoop around.
i became a wizard at keeping my things away from the ex’s…
and yeah, even pocket change went missing..
pathetic.

[Writing Desk RavenParticipant 460]

I have a rosary prop that was used in the first Boondocks Saints.

A friend/coworker who worked on the movie as a grip gave it to me as a gift several years back (the best birthday gift I’ve gotten so far) and I keep it on my desk at home, in a display box.

Not long after I got it, a girl I was seeing saw it and, without hesitation, approached my desk, took it straight out of the display box, and started fiddling with it before exclaiming:

“This is a weird necklace. Where’s the clasp?”

"Almost the main work of life is to come out of our selves, out of the little dark prison we are all born in... The danger is that of coming to love the prison." ~ C.S. Lewis

[Man SoloParticipant 111]

While me and my ex-wife were moving house she took advantage of the situation and threw away a football shirt which had loads of sentimental value and she knew it. She tried to convince me that it had been misplaced during the move. Her sister told me she has a habit of throwing other people`s stuff in the bin. I wanted to wring her neck after that – stupid bitch.

"Marriage is a good way to meet someone you hate and then buy them a house'

[the roadParticipant 3125]

I’ve never moved in with a bitch so never had to deal with them messing with any of my stuff.

What always p~~~ed me off was when a bitch tried to tell me what to do. F~~~ that. I never told any of my exes what to do but they always felt a need to try and control me. Not going to happen ladies.

#MANOUT

[Anonymous 43]

All the time. She would frequently ask me if she could throw it away. If I wasn’t there, s~~~ would disappear. She could leave her s~~~ everywhere in the house, but God help me if I ever pick any of it up. As our marriage slowly rambled on toward implosion, I had fewer and fewer material things of my own…one day I looked in the closet I had one suit, one tie, A nice shirt, two polos, nice shoes, sneakers, sandals. I looked in the drawers 4 pairs of socks, 4 undies, three t shirts, two pairs of shorts, one pair of jeans, one pair of khakis, a winter coat, a sweatshirt, and some biking clothes, 1 bicycle, some hand tools. Everything I owned fit in a duffle bag. Her s~~~ filled every closet in the house to capacity, and a 2 car garage sized storage unit. The day I was thrown out by the cops, I had to leave behind a new package of undies, didn’t get them back for 3 months. lol

She used to rummage around in my tool box looking for incriminating cheating evidence. She would dump out jars of extra screws, looking for hidden money. She cut up tire inner tubes and took apart a bike helmet looking for a little black book or papers with women’s phone numbers. She dumped out containers of pool chemicals looking for something…lol burned a big hole in the grass, of course she blamed me…s~~~ I had to dig the dead grass and contaminated soil and take it to the fire station in 5 gallon buckets and plastic bags. F~~~. I gave some random address to the FD incase they were going to send the EPA out to my house.

Oh the van. She took the interior of the van apart like some forensic examination squad…of course she found blond hairs…AH HA! it was our daughters hair. Stupid f~~~ing bitch. Took the interior trim off with a screwdriver and pliers, unbolted the seats, took up part of the carpet, damaged the dashboard yanking on stuff instead of looking for the screws on the ends of the dashboard hidden by the closed doors. Too bad she didn’t activate an airbag and blast her into the ceiling. All because she found our 8 year old daughter’s hair in the front seat headrest.

ok how did I know it was daughter’s hair…it smelled like watermelon shampoo.

Oddly enough she would routinely toss the kids rooms looking for old and unwanted broken stuff, filled in coloring books, little treasures and trinkets that kids like to have in little boxes and she would throw all that away. After a while my kids stopped collecting little fascinating bits of junk. They became obedient robots.

[Writing Desk RavenParticipant 460]

Holy s~~~, May. That’s one hell of a tale and if I wasn’t terrified of marriage, I sure am now.

I probably would have went to jail over this if it happened to me. Ok maybe not jail, but super f~~~ing pist. Loved the first Boondocks Saints movie. What is it with the girls snooping around all the time, my ex would go through all my s~~~ like I had weapons of mass destruction or something.

I’m not proud to admit this, but I continued to date the girl for several more weeks. She f~~~ed like a porn star and I was an easily-appeased Unawakened, but in that moment… I’ve never been so close to burying someone alive in the woods, before or since.

"Almost the main work of life is to come out of our selves, out of the little dark prison we are all born in... The danger is that of coming to love the prison." ~ C.S. Lewis

[<<>>Participant 435]

Writing Desk Raven wrote:

“This is a weird necklace. Where’s the clasp?”

Writing Desk Raven wrote:

“This is a weird necklace. Where’s the clasp?”

Writing Desk Raven wrote:

“This is a weird necklace. Where’s the clasp?”

LULZ FOR DAYS

[PistolPeteParticipant 27143]

A female “friend” violated my instructions and touched one of my firearms…Once.

[<<>>Participant 435]

Anonymous wrote:

Too bad she didn’t activate an airbag and blast her into the ceiling.

PistolPete wrote:

…Once.

You guys are f~~~in killing me over here,,,

Ladies always read my s~~~ (journals, notes what have you)then get p~~~ed when it’s not about them or anybody for that matter. Evidently, I’m more interested in ideas than I am people. I am a ghosting MGTOW without a mirror who has not seen another human in real life besides the grocer (at 3 am)for almost two months ,,,go figure!

[Anonymous 5]

My ex wife was obsessed with clothes she worked at old Navy and she got clothing discounts would bring new clothes in every day and leave them all over the place didn’t clean up anything . I was at my parents house for half a year before the divorce was finalized . She opened all my die cast models when I told her not to and borrowing cd never putting them back and just s~~~ every where the house looking covered in s~~~ very nasty .

[Dashing Young DissidentSpectator]

Anonymous wrote:

All the time. She would frequently ask me if she could throw it away. If I wasn’t there, s~~~ would disappear. She could leave her s~~~ everywhere in the house, but God help me if I ever pick any of it up. As our marriage slowly rambled on toward implosion, I had fewer and fewer material things of my own…one day I looked in the closet I had one suit, one tie, A nice shirt, two polos, nice shoes, sneakers, sandals. I looked in the drawers 4 pairs of socks, 4 undies, three t shirts, two pairs of shorts, one pair of jeans, one pair of khakis, a winter coat, a sweatshirt, and some biking clothes, 1 bicycle, some hand tools. Everything I owned fit in a duffle bag. Her s~~~ filled every closet in the house to capacity, and a 2 car garage sized storage unit. The day I was thrown out by the cops, I had to leave behind a new package of undies, didn’t get them back for 3 months. lol

She used to rummage around in my tool box looking for incriminating cheating evidence. She would dump out jars of extra screws, looking for hidden money. She cut up tire inner tubes and took apart a bike helmet looking for a little black book or papers with women’s phone numbers. She dumped out containers of pool chemicals looking for something…lol burned a big hole in the grass, of course she blamed me…s~~~ I had to dig the dead grass and contaminated soil and take it to the fire station in 5 gallon buckets and plastic bags. F~~~. I gave some random address to the FD incase they were going to send the EPA out to my house.

Oh the van. She took the interior of the van apart like some forensic examination squad…of course she found blond hairs…AH HA! it was our daughters hair. Stupid f~~~ing bitch. Took the interior trim off with a screwdriver and pliers, unbolted the seats, took up part of the carpet, damaged the dashboard yanking on stuff instead of looking for the screws on the ends of the dashboard hidden by the closed doors. Too bad she didn’t activate an airbag and blast her into the ceiling. All because she found our 8 year old daughter’s hair in the front seat headrest.

ok how did I know it was daughter’s hair…it smelled like watermelon shampoo.

Oddly enough she would routinely toss the kids rooms looking for old and unwanted broken stuff, filled in coloring books, little treasures and trinkets that kids like to have in little boxes and she would throw all that away. After a while my kids stopped collecting little fascinating bits of junk. They became obedient robots.

I would not tolerate that. She’d get strangled.

[The Missing ManSpectator 342]

Anonymous wrote:

All the time. She would frequently ask me if she could throw it away. If I wasn’t there, s~~~ would disappear. She could leave her s~~~ everywhere in the house, but God help me if I ever pick any of it up. As our marriage slowly rambled on toward implosion, I had fewer and fewer material things of my own…one day I looked in the closet I had one suit, one tie, A nice shirt, two polos, nice shoes, sneakers, sandals. I looked in the drawers 4 pairs of socks, 4 undies, three t shirts, two pairs of shorts, one pair of jeans, one pair of khakis, a winter coat, a sweatshirt, and some biking clothes, 1 bicycle, some hand tools. Everything I owned fit in a duffle bag. Her s~~~ filled every closet in the house to capacity, and a 2 car garage sized storage unit. The day I was thrown out by the cops, I had to leave behind a new package of undies, didn’t get them back for 3 months. lol

She used to rummage around in my tool box looking for incriminating cheating evidence. She would dump out jars of extra screws, looking for hidden money. She cut up tire inner tubes and took apart a bike helmet looking for a little black book or papers with women’s phone numbers. She dumped out containers of pool chemicals looking for something…lol burned a big hole in the grass, of course she blamed me…s~~~ I had to dig the dead grass and contaminated soil and take it to the fire station in 5 gallon buckets and plastic bags. F~~~. I gave some random address to the FD incase they were going to send the EPA out to my house.

Oh the van. She took the interior of the van apart like some forensic examination squad…of course she found blond hairs…AH HA! it was our daughters hair. Stupid f~~~ing bitch. Took the interior trim off with a screwdriver and pliers, unbolted the seats, took up part of the carpet, damaged the dashboard yanking on stuff instead of looking for the screws on the ends of the dashboard hidden by the closed doors. Too bad she didn’t activate an airbag and blast her into the ceiling. All because she found our 8 year old daughter’s hair in the front seat headrest.

ok how did I know it was daughter’s hair…it smelled like watermelon shampoo.

Oddly enough she would routinely toss the kids rooms looking for old and unwanted broken stuff, filled in coloring books, little treasures and trinkets that kids like to have in little boxes and she would throw all that away. After a while my kids stopped collecting little fascinating bits of junk. They became obedient robots.

Relax man, I get the message.

[SuggestiusParticipant 3312]

PistolPete wrote:

A female “friend” violated my instructions and touched one of my firearms…Once.

I hope that wasn’t you on the video! lol

Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten ("Roadside picnic", Arkady and Boris Strugatsky)

[experiencedParticipant]

A woman’s goal is to own you and your stuff.

"It seems like there's times a body gets struck down so low, there ain't a power on earth that can ever bring him up again. Seems like something inside dies so he don't even want to get up again. But he does."

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