We were married for 11yrs, together for 16yrs. I was blind sided. I was a homemaker. due to our financial stability with what he made, which we agreed whoever made more worked, believing in one parent stay home/other worked when raising children. I put my all into being a homemaker. I did his extra errands, kept the Free your self from what’s eating you Sobermode shirt it is in the first place but house pristine, kept our children happy and safe. Put him and the children first and above me, which I felt right in doing so. The first years were great. He treated me as any guy would that was in love with his wife. The last few years of our relationship, something seemed off, and when I would ask he would say I was crazy. I had dreams that he was cheating and I would tell him and he would laugh it off. He wasn’t near as loving as before. Before we wouldn’t go anywhere without each other and now he would leave on work trips telling me we couldn’t afford it for us to go too, which was total bullshit. And, yes, before, and during this time we were very physically active with intimacy. Long story short, he comes home one day and says that he wanted to separate just to get his head clear. I didn’t understand, and as numb as I was and shocked, I loved him so I believed in him and accepted it hoping he would do just as he said. A month tops is what he said. What shocked me the most wasn’t the divorce papers sent after, or the emotional emptiness I felt, it was when reading the paperwork questionnaire, he admitted to multiple affairs he had started having towards the end of the relationship, the detailing of each affair, and how after so long of being with him, how cold he turned on me.He left me for a 19yr old at the time they started hooking up, still together. Not that age matters, in truth, just brought on more insecurities with me after having children, family life, etc. My problem, nothing more. Another issue that shocked me was that we were best friends before all of this, and I had to fight him over everything with it came to finances. I did get a full time job, and did what I could, but it was like his human decency or the fact that I was the mother of his children had no meaning. He flattered himself, she had a drunk mistake and she didn’t actually find him that cute or was interested. He always was into curvy blondes and I was a slim brunette so I guess he thought he found his upgrade. Tbh idk if she even knew he had a gf and they met at a party when I was in NY. I put things together and found out. Apparently they still texted some after and I read them but it was obvious it was him trying to reach out and start a conversation and her barely responding with small talk. They hung out a couple times to smoke and her get free weed, but wouldn’t get sexual with him then take off. I found all this out months after and broke up, but nothing happened with them after. She basically acted like it never happened from what I heard and when I checked her Facebook a year or so back curious, she has moved far away for some new job. They never dated or anything after we ended. He’s still single years later and tried going after a lot of the cute blondes in our town. Many weren’t interested and turned him down, and later when they realized he was my ex and we made friends, tell me the awkward date they had with him before ghosting or him constantly trying to get in their dms and ignoring/blocking him. I guess the grass isn’t always greener. He’s getting close to 30 now, we broke up 4 or so years ago, but he moved away so maybe he’ll finally get his dream girl but if he does I feel bad for her. He tried reaching out some to me and said he was sorry for how toxic he was, but the I can tell he still is. And more importantly I actually have a good bf now whose kind, more handsome, we live together, and he treats me way better so I don’t see him trying to make amends with me anytime soon lol. I’ve had it a couple times when a guy has gone on the treadmill next to me while I’m running.. tried to talk to me when I have ear phones in. I slow down and take my earphones out and he’s proceeded to chat me up. Like that’s really not the time is it? I’m there sweating like crazy out of breath!For doing so, I was ordered to strip. So tearfully I slowly lowered my pants. As mother went to foyer closet and took the large black belt out to spank me with. When she came back to the sofa, there I was standing in tee shirt and tighty whites. Looking at me with a staire that chilled me to the bones. She tore the teeshirt off over my head telling me through gritted teeth that she said strip damit . So I also lowered my underwear to my feet.” Bend over the arm…NOW!” obediently I leaned over trying to prepare for what I knew was going to be one he’ll of an ass whipping. With tears flowing freely from my eyrs, whack after cracking wack, burned down my ass and upper legs. AS I whimpered and begged her to please stop. I looked up at the group of boys who were laughing and high-fiving each other. The boy who had kicked the ball was being praised and clapped on the back by his friends. He stuck out his tongue at me before resuming his game.This happened once, but with my SIL. My hubs and I were stationed in Germany, and we came to the states for a visit when our son was about 16 months old. I was about 7 months pregnant at the time. SIL wanted to take him to the store with her kids. I said no. She didn’t have a car seat, and I don’t know her (but I’ve heard PLENTY about her). About 20 minutes later, I can’t find him. I ask my hubs, who went to check, and sure enough, she was putting him in her van. She just assumed she could take him anyway, and that I would keep quiet to keep the piece. Umm…no. Hubs was pissed too. He grabbed our son and brought him to me. I was so freaking livid.She would always try to undermine me with my own kids. She was raising my stepson when she called and said we had to take him. We did, but always tried to act like she was his mom and in charge when we would visit. I ALWAYS put my foot down. My mom was a disciplinarian, and so am I. She rejected him because she raised him to be bad…really and truly…through neglect and abuse. And it took years to undo SOME of that. The rest we couldn’t do anything about.Eventually he became the first and last person I thought of each day. Around 6 months of platonic friendship he called and asked if I could run him to the store, his car had broke down. I picked him up and as I pulled out of the driveway he leans over and kisses me. I can still remember the kiss, sweet like candy. And dangerous. I knew I had to stop whatever was happening, it was going to end badly.I tried to stop it before it went any futher after that day. Tried asking my husband to not have him come around as much. But with it being his friend unless I told him why it would never happen. But I also knew if I told him What I was feeling or that he and I had gotten too close my husband would hurt him.He and I would pass a thumb drive back and forth, mostly to share music with one another. But sometimes there would be a note to the other person. On the day it blew up my husband found the drive in my jeans while I was in the shower. He looked on it and a note from him to me was saved with the original text that I had sent to him first. I was telling him it needed to stop, that it was going to far and I couldn’t continue carrying on like we had been because I was starting to fall for him.Of course husband was livid and after we’ll call it discussing the affair“. He would not relent, demanding I tell him the truth, what would agree with what he assumed was the truth at least – he accused me of infeldelity and left the house. He did get in to it with his ex-friend. And I wish it had a better ending or a I had better sense to never let it go to the point I allowed it to.Well they basically called us a week after claiming we owed them $5000 for damages when we kept the house relatively clean and undamaged (just normal wear and tear, which they were aware of as they were there every month during our tenancy) and told us to get a lawyer!So lesson here is take pictures and lots of them. Know your rights. The guy seemed upstanding at first but people aren’t what they seem.My boyfriend’s mom (let’s call her Karen lol) asked my bf how many people I’ve been with. Bf answers honestly (looking back I don’t know why he felt the need to divulge such personal information about me but whatever). Then she says, “well I wouldn’t tell you if I slept with the entire football team either”. If it’s safe and consensual, then personally I don’t see a problem with someone sleeping with the whole football team lol. More power to ‘em and no one’s business but theirs!I was at a buddies place one afternoon drinking too much beer. His dog was a bit restless and it was apparent that she needed relief. Neither of us were willing to cooperate and there was a big yard for the dog to use. Sitting on the deck watching her do the circle thing that dogs do, she suddenly pushed away a board in the fence and stepped through to the neighbor’s yard. When on the other side, she replaced the fence board so you would have no idea that she had escaped. Jeff said that she did this often and he would sometimes block her re-entry so she would come to the front door and scratch/bark.I occasionally think that some people use Quora as an easy alternative to doing their own research. Most of the “How do you use X in a sentence” questions can simply be solved by looking in a dictionary, especially if the word is a noun. Doing your own research is the best way to learn, rather than just copying out someone else’s answer.Another time that makes a close tie to the first is when Karen told me that if I were a good daughter I would have taken a time off college to take care of my mom when she had cancer. Little did she know that I actually wanted to do that for my mom, but both my parents wouldn’t hear of it. My university was a two hour drive from home so I’d just go home every weekend. I struggled a lot about feeling like I didn’t do enough for my mom, and Karen’s comment really cut deep and reaffirmed my existing guilt. I think Quora is great for helping with difficult questions: in language problems it is an excellent way of learning idioms and detailed phrasing such as prepositions (get into, get on, get off, get over, get through etc).
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I have two close friends who live across the Free your self from what’s eating you Sobermode shirt it is in the first place but street from each other. I should say “used to” because one of them recently moved out and his family (his older sister who got power of attorney over their dad) is selling their house because their mom recently passed away a few months ago and his dad is bed ridden and my friend was his in-home caretaker. So his sister, who didn’t live with them, decided to move them both into her house and sell theirs. It was a complete 180 as I’m pretty sure both she and her husband didn’t trust me or the other friends that came over. And it was always walking on eggshells when they started coming over. Their mom trusted all of us. We would always just walk in without knocking as that’s what their mom always told us to do. I mean at least these past 2 years I would take their dad to his weekly doctors appointments because their mom couldn’t drive anymore as it was getting harder for her to do that. My other friends and I always tried to help as much as we could and we basically were like family to them. To sum it up, my friend’s sister and brother-in-law didn’t really trust us. And these past few months I feel like we had to prove that they could trust us. They trusted one of our friends until one day, he picked up his phone without asking and was curious about what kind of phone was it. Due to that one incident, they accused him of “snooping around” the house. Out of all the friends, I tried the hardest. I would help around, cleaning the back yard when they needed help, I helped them throwing stuff out to the dumpster, etc., and it paid off. The brother-in-law took a liking to me. My friend and I were relieved because I was basically the only one allowed at the house, his sister’s house. Basically the only one able to visit my friend as he can’t really leave since he takes care of his dad full-time.I really don’t like telling this story, because when I do, invariably, people say “I don’t believe you! That would NEVER happen.” Well, it did happen, and even though it’s been over 6 years ago, I’m still haunted by the many “what-ifs.” It was such a shocking and – frankly – traumatic experience that certain aspects of it did not become clear to me for quite some time. What’s more, some aspects did not reveal themselves for over two years.