Where do you draw the line? When do you say ‘ENOUGH,’ to your beloved?
Mrs Hill ( Love that woman) just tested my edges and found a very sharp one. It is raining outside. She has to go to work and I don’t. I start at 6pm, but I got up with her, and cooked her some brekky. It is raining here, (It is always raining here) and the Mrs needs to ride her scooter. Question: Will you come downstairs and hold an umbrella over me while I put on my helmet?
I am afraid that the answer will be be edited if I write it in full, so lets just say “Expletive Deleted.”
When is enough enough? What is too much to accept?
well, ask for the same treatment in return. if shes willing to reciprocate, then shes not being mental. use/abuse her willingness until she understands your point.
on the other hand. if she doesnt return the favour. youve been played!
Tom, she was extending you the opportunity to make use of an excuse (the rain) to spend a little more time with her. She was doing you a favour.
She loves you and wants to be with you. This was your chance to show her that you love her and want to be with her and care about her and welcome the opportunity to show how much she means by protecting her and sheltering her. She would have set off into the storm all aglow at your chivalrous and selfless sacrifice - 2 minutes in the rain (with an umbrella) and a kiss. Why on earth didn’t you grab the opportunity with both tentacles?
The problem here is not one of spoiling the new hair-do, it’s a question of self-esteem. She needs you to make her feel special, and you blew it. I bet you even knew it, deep in your heartless black heart, but you didn’t care and you chose to destroy her instead. ‘Expletive deleted’!! My god, man. You made her feel awful for loving you. You are an utter utter bastard and don’t deserve to have a woman in your life.
If you come home tonight and find your belongings in the road don’t be at all surprised. And don’t expect her to hold an umbrella over you while you pack your car and set off alone into an unfriendly and intimidating world. Serve you bloody right too. I hope you die old and alone in a leaky old shack somewhere with no-one to hold a brolly over your bed where the rain drips in.
She is depressed about her job. Last night I sat with her for 3 hours while she moaned and griped about her work. I gave her plenty of support and encouragement. Then I was very nice to her in bed, (Cuddles, you dirty scoundrels) got up, cooked her breakfast etc. Twelve hours before I need to get up! Then she starts… I don’t want to go to work, can I call in sick. I persuade her that it’s not proper. Then I get the umbrella business. Maybe I am a bastard, but for me that was the straw that broke the camels back.
Relationship advice from Loretta… Hmm, the blind leading the blind?
Oooooh, so she’s at an emotional low and looking to you for support.
Sounds like she needs some lifestyle management.
First, make sure she exercises. She won’t cope with life is she’s not in good shape physically. Instead of making her a bacon butty in the morning get up and take her running.
Second, if she doesn’t like her job then why are you encouraging her to stay in it? Tell her to quit and find something better. She’ll have no trouble finding something else, and before long she’ll realise that most jobs are equally crap until you learn to make the most of them. Your job is to help her find her way, not keep her trapped with all those sensible arguments about why she should stay.
Third, cuddles are not enough. Give the woman a damn good shagging, and most importantly of all you should introduce her to the joy of giving blowjobs. A woman’s life is meaningless without an opportunity to please and worship her man. It’s hard to be depressed with your mouth full, and she’ll soon stop being so demanding when she knows her place. You’ll feel a lot more kindly towards her too.
Good point. But it was a healthy brekky. The muck is reserved for yours truly. And as to exercise… I dont think you have met my misses. She is a lady, and ladys do not sweat!
Mate, I know you think I am weird, but honestly… Of course I told her to change jobs. But I also told her that she has work responsibilities and she can’t cry off sick every time she is a bit moody, or cos it’s raining. (It’s that fine rain, that soaks you right through!)
And that, my friend, is why you are currently dating your left hand. An unhappy woman does not need a dick shoved in her.
Am I right in thinking that you were the perfect supportive husband from the moment your wife came home last night until … 2 minutes before she left for work this morning? While she’s stuck at her depressing work today, do you think she’ll be daydreaming about how kind and thoughtful you were last night, or muttering to herself about you letting her get wet?
I’m suspecting that you’d have scored more ‘brownie points’ if you’d been an insensitive bastard last night, but then made the grand jesture with the umbrella so she could go to work with that warm fuzzy feeling instead of on a slightly bitter note …
[quote=“david”]Am I right in thinking that you were the perfect supportive husband from the moment your wife came home last night until … 2 minutes before she left for work this morning? While she’s stuck at her depressing work today, do you think she’ll be daydreaming about how kind and thoughtful you were last night, or muttering to herself about you letting her get wet?
I’m suspecting that you’d have scored more ‘brownie points’ if you’d been an insensitive bastard last night, but then made the grand jesture with the umbrella so she could go to work with that warm fuzzy feeling instead of on a slightly bitter note …[/quote]
Aye, for real! But I also have feelings, and Mrs Hill poked them with a sharp stick. I rememebr hours of being nice, followed by an insult…
It’s kind of ironic TomHill, but The DNS and I had a similar sitch this AM. But, what I am thinking is I should rectify the said sitch with a simple phone call. Because, at the end of the day, you still love her right?
Yeah, just don’t listen to the woman’s advice on this (mine). :raspberry:
Give her a call, apologise, then do the dishes, clean up the house, listen to her whining and be her servant. See how much respect you’ll get in return
[quote=“Notsu”]Yeah, just don’t listen to the woman’s advice on this (mine). :raspberry:
Give her a call, apologise, then do the dishes, clean up the house, listen to her whining and be her servant. See how much respect you’ll get in return [/quote]
Or:
You can try what I just did:
Me: Baby, I’m sorry. I knew you were stressed out this morning and I should have been more supportive.
The DNS: That’s okay. I love you.
Me:
Later:
Me: My friend TomHill had a similar thing with his wife this morning. (I explain…)
The DNS: (shocked and dismayed) How could he not go downstairs with an umbrella? What a bad man.
To be fair to the illustrious TomHill, The DNS has a serious issue with rain. Obsessive even. Could this be a xiao jie thing? Guys, do your partners, if local, lose it about all things rainy? Are you expected to show up for rendez-vous’ sporting brolly?
I, during the courtship phase, was instructed to bring an extra brolly for any friend that may join us. I never did and teease her about it constantly. Hmmmmmmmmmm??? This may account for her seeming wrath t’wards Mr. T. Hill.
Ok, maybe I’m wrong about this after all. Didn’t realise the rain-issue was so important here. My hair is usually still a bit wet when I go out in the morning
Gump, Don’t colour DNS’ opinion of me. We only met the once.
We talked, thanks be to the gump, and the situation is resolved. She wanted to let me keep the brolly for later in case it was raining when i went to work. She didnt explain that though…Its always my fault. Women, love em, but can’t legally shoot em.
Women and logic, thats like military and intelligence.
An unhappy woman does not need a dick shoved in her.
:bravo:
