As the World Turns

Once I loved another. She was dark, exotic, elegant, sexy, full of class and confidence. Together we looked like a Million dollars. The sex was tantric. She loved me more than anyone ever has, worshipped me even. I ended it and went back to my wife. The wife who had cheated on me (and has since we got back together) and told me she wanted a divorce. I left the one who loved me to go back to the one I loved.
My wife has said on more than one occasion that she would do anything for me. Dress how I say, go where I want, do anything for me. This is not true and it bothers me greatly. Allow me to get shallow for a moment. I think at the end of this it might be less shallow than I think. I once said I want her to dress as nice as possible when we go out. If I’m not in Jordans or gym shoes then she too should wear nice shoes. She doesn’t do this. I bought her numerous Opi polishes that I found attractive. She hasn’t painted her nails in six months. I am a wizard with my tongue, top shelf at cunnilingus, taking her to ecstasy at least twice weekly . She does not return the oral favor, maybe once ever 90 days. She colors her hair and use to let me pick the color. I always chose some degree of red. She’s very fair skinned and it looks stunning when done. She now only choose drab black, even though she admits how many compliments she gets for the red, auburn, etc. If you are reading this you are thinking either I’m an asshole (I am) or that she seems unhappy (she is). Right now she is extra unhappy because her boss was fired two days ago. The same boss who she was just three months ago carrying on an (allegedly only verbal) affair. She looks sad, tired, drawn out, just absolutely horrible. She’s worried the new boss will get rid of her. This is the new boss that gave her a 25% raise just a month ago. Percent, not cents, percent. That’s a HUGE raise. Why the fuck do you think he would fire you? I think she is so upset because she doesn’t see “him” everyday now. She can’t get her “squeezes” (hugs I think) in the old bosses office. I’m sick to death of looking at her sad, worn out face knowing he is what she’s thinking of.
Now I’ve written a lot about give, give, give. You get what you give, etc. So far, I’m getting shit and it’s getting old. I don’t know how much longer I can continue this. A divorce is the way I think we should go. I’m more ready now than ever before. She isn’t trying and I’m ready to give up too.

Give. Even when you know you can get nothing back. — Yasmin Mogahed (via marktuanoppa)

This is that moment

(via citygirlonyou)

You

BPD in a male is misunderstood and unpopular.  The first person to suggest I look into this condition is unwilling to assist in my treatment  We sit still in the night, no words crossing our lips.  Just long sighs.  You expect me, the sick one, to be the first to speak, to reach out, to mend us.  By mend us I mean you of course.  YOU feel lonely.  YOU feel unappreciated.  YOU feel unvalidated.  That’s rich.  Three nights straight you go to bed immediately following dinner.  Three nights before I was out of town.  No smiles, no touches, no us.  Just you and your needs.  Mine don’t matter, never have.  GIVE, GIVE, FUCKING GIVE I tell myself.  Funny thing is, myself just said fuck you.  I’d rather be by myself, than alone with you.  That’s not a new feeling for a Borderline.  Question is, will I feel that way when I’m back on my meds?  Yep, been off of them for two weeks and I’ve not picked them up because I don’t want to ask you for the money.  Once you realize I’m off them you’ll automatically link “my behavior” to this.  Never ever accounting for your own bullshit.  You’re not very good for me.  Maybe someday I’ll be strong enough to walk away.  Until then, I better fill my prescription.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages. — Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)

(via bree-and-bpd)

progressivefriends:

Wow. This is an exceptionally great photo of Chicago.

progressivefriends:

Wow. This is an exceptionally great photo of Chicago.

Be with her because you actually want to be with her, because you actually see a potential future with her, not because you are used to being with her, not because you’re scared of the thought that being without them will ruin you. The point of being in a relationship is to enjoy each other’s company, is to be there to support each other when they need it most. No one person, defines who you are. They only compliment you. Marvin King (via forever-and-alwayss)

(via blackqueerboi)

fromdusticame:

Some exes are shitty people

but most of the time

y’all just have shitty compatibility.

Preach

100 posts! Yeah me

100 posts! Yeah me

I want a divorce. I don’t think that’s the bpd talking.

Triggered..again.  Fuck this.  Seriously what is wrong with me?  Why do I continue to try and “be a better man”.  Swear to Odin, if I find out she’s still fucking with him, I mean real proof  I’m out of here.  She’ll be better off too.  Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you too.  Ridin out, pronto.

fromdusticame:

True Life: I Thought I Was Getting A Refund But I Actually Owe Taxes

Same..fucking A.

teddyyo:

emeraldjade:

blasianxbri:

gomohundro:

A quote to live by

yaaaas Bernie. 

Pretty much

Yupp FUCK them

teddyyo:

emeraldjade:

blasianxbri:

gomohundro:

A quote to live by

yaaaas Bernie. 

Pretty much

Yupp FUCK them

(via justovoandxo)