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MY MARRIAGE, MY LIFE, MY WORLD: begging for real world feedback, help, and advice.

I apologize, this is long, but I had to get it all out. Please forgive all the typos and grammar errors as well Ok here goes... I met my wife on June 21st 2014. It was really love at first site with her. I wasn't expecting the person I met that day, and the irony was that after 6 years on a job and praying everyday to meet someone while I was working, I meet her. It was a whirlwind after that, we moved fast, our first date lasted 4 or 5 hours, we talked, drank talked, just had a great time. The thing I remember most of all about that first date was just looking at her and thinking that she was gorgeous and so perfect for me. She had a smile, and she had one dimple, and she had a well put together mouth that made every damn word she said even more perfect. If my first day meeting her didn't change my life, that first date did. It was Monday, June 23rd, I woke up and I wasn't committed to anyone but my kids, and my heart felt like it hadn't felt in a very long time. I have talked to her, seen her, or been with her every damn day since I met her. It felt like everything was going to be perfect. We were great. We were having so much fun, we spent all the time we could together. Late nights, early mornings, FaceTime, texting, it was great. July of 2014 was such a great month, all of the newness of having someone around that you want to be there, just made the anticipation of the next day that much better. Then... August happened. Her birthday, which I missed because I had a family reunion to attend. I got back home early Monday morning on the 3rd or 4th, worked most of the day, and of course went to see her. It was the norm by now. On the afternoon of the 4th, she rode with me to my work storage unit, and my supervisor/good friend called me and alerted me that he and his supervisor needed to see me the next day, he told me to pray about it, but I already knew what it was. So on the ride back home, I was going through a lot in my mind, so much that sat that moment I knew what was going to be, but I knew what I wanted to remain, and that was her. So I took the most risky chance I could possibly take, I told her that things were probably going to get terrible for me, and that she could leave and we didn't have to be together, because I don't know what state I may end up in. Well, she told me sometime later after thinking about it, that she wanted to stay with me. I have to admit, I was surprised, and touched. I had never given an ultimatum to a woman that I had been with for less than 2 months, but I had never fell in love with a woman in a week either. So all of these decisions and thoughts that were just floating in my head regarding her were new. I had a lot of relationships, well, there were a lot of women, but something that I had never felt before just stayed at the surface with her. So now I'm jobless. I'm a father of 2, divorced, with an apartment, student loans, child support, and carless. I'm carless because I am too damn helpful. My younger brother needed help, he was struggling, so I had a personal vehicle and a work vehicle. Because I never anticipated losing my job, and the fact that I was going to get a new work vehicle, I gave my brother my truck, so he could have a second vehicle. Well once I lost my job, I had nothing, which made everything instantly difficult. However, this wonderful woman put her efforts forward and showed she was really in this relationship for me because she would pick me up, take me places, let me drive places, she did way more than I could have anticipated. What made it all seem odd was the fact that I had never had someone be this accommodating and good to me when I was in need. All of this was new, I had never been severely depressed and downtrodden, never unemployed. I went from a $90K plus job of 6 years to nothing quick. There were some pay checks for a little while, but once they dried up, I was lost. Now, in most cases, not having a job would push natural inclinations, look for a new job and work on getting unemployment. Well, both happened in my case, with one still happening. My unemployment was denied, and when I reapplied my appeal was denied. Weirdly, my relationship with her flourished during this time. I mean from the time I was fired and what seems like every moment afterwards, was spent with her. When I say EVERY moment, I mean every second, and I fucking loved it. People say, you can move to fast in relationships right, well that's because every relationship has to deal with personal time, work time, and general life issues. I remember after I was terminated, and my friend/supervisor asked me what I was feeling and I told him that I was relieved. Almost a month early, there was an attempt to fire me via some whack ass bullshit with competitor shopping. Because I had been doing the same process for 5 plus years, I was vindicated, but I was hurt by the entire process. That ordeal had robbed me of the joy of doing the job that I was in love with, and at the time I was working temporarily in South Carolina about 3 hours from home. So.... Going through that at work created a sour taste in my mouth, and made work a chore. So, the primary motivation and point of love and enjoyment became HER. I mean she overtook everything and everyone, and it felt so good. One day in August, maybe a week or 2 after I lost my job, we were just laying on the couch talking. She may have thought that I was playing, but I was very serious, and I asked her would she marry me. Now, I didn't have a ring, so that's probably why she didn't think I was for real, but and I still feel like this, what I was feeling for her and had been feeling was heaven sent, and meant to be. As a man I had spent years asking God for a woman, a companion, that would eliminate my desire for other women and fulfill my desire for a great wife. She was the epitome of breathtaking, she was smart, she was enthralling, she was sexy, she was intriguing, she had a pleasing soul, I was fucking hooked. Not that I was sexually whipped or anything, but I was caught up in everything about her. Just imagine a couple together having a great time together, just enjoying being around each other. Smiles when you look at at each other, excitement when you hear the garage open, wanting to go to work with them, just wanting to be in their presence. Man, we were inseparable, like the perfect pair and that felt amazing. For years I just wanted to have a companion that I could trust, love and lust and I had that in the woman from GO. She made my nights go by so fast when I slept just so I could wake up and have more time with her. We would talk, and it seemed like we would talk about nothing but we would just talk and it would be so much fun. You think I wasn't going to marry this woman? You honestly believe that I wasn't going to do everything I could to be everything and more for this woman? You better believe I was all about everything. So we got married September 18th. The love just continued, even small arguments didn't matter because it felt good, because we would makeup. It was great. If I could bottle up that time, even the bad times because we never let them destroy us, I would love to drink that bottle now. She still is, but then she was like water for me, I didn't care about anything but her. There was a video that we made in a bar in Little Rock at this hotel we were staying at for a wedding. It was a interview with her, just impromptu and fun, she participated and I could tell she was so in love with me in that interview. She laughed, she answered playfully, she just seemed like she enjoyed being around me, it was again Perfect. I watch that video during my slow down periods and get damn near irate, we not far from those people we were then, yet it seems like those individuals are fucking foreign. So as you can tell, I'm writing in retrospect, and its not what it was. I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm not wanting to put the blame on her. You would think as newly weds we could roll with the punches and make it work, and be playful about things. Well... Something went amiss. We were doing a lot of "practicing" before marriage, but certainly after marriage. We weren't taking precautions not to get pregnant after marriage because we were willing to accept what came, that was part of that bond we had. We just clicked in a sense on that side, I thought. So we had a Halloween part and we went pretty hard, I was drunk mid party and forgot most of it, I'm sure she had a good night as well. There was a moment during the party where some friends of hers, a couple, were in the kitchen talking to someone else. I was making a drink near the fridge and another one of her friends came up and was talking. They were talking about pregnancy, and he friend said "let's get pregnant at the same time". I thought it was funny, so I said something, and we started a mini conversation, which from afar could have looked like it was a good conversation. This other couple who was close by, didn't realize I could hear everything they were saying. I heard the female as "I wonder what this conversation is about over here", speaking about the conversation I was in with My wife and her friend. Then the boyfriend says, "I don't know what the fuck they are talking about, I been trying to listen in." You know, for me that said a lot about 2 people I was already on the fence about, because of their opinions to my wife on her getting married. I heard it, kept it, and it has pretty much sealed who they are to me, they love my wife, and don't give a fuck about me. It's cool, but remember this, because I don't think my relationship with them has done anything good for my marriage. Well, that fun conversation about getting pregnant, became reality on the Monday following the party. WE ARE PREGNANT! To make it even realer, the woman having the conversation with us found out a week later she was pregnant too. So all that alcohol and good time we were having was on top of us already being pregnant. So... Here we go, we are excited, she shows it outwardly, me inwardly because I KNOW my chances of having a girl with her are HIGH. Everything Seems to have to be a social network production for her so, she wanted to make a picture announcement. Ok it's cool. So the letting people know, getting reactions, blah, blah, blah had to happen. November was cool, December was cool. January came... We died. In late January, what we were began, because it changed. The second trimester, is why I am writing this now. Affection died. Playfulness died. I was already on edge because I want to work, I want to provide, I want to be the man doe my family, and I have been unemployed now almost 6 months. I'm living off part of my retirement and personal savings, mixed with Wal-Mart emergency savings, that I had for almost 10 years. Child support is killing me, every argument I have with her reminds me that Child support is the only thing that is important. The arguments.... O h my god, they get brutal. Cursing, quitting, threatening to leave, unhappiness it's all there. We eventually apologize but the next argument worse than the previous one. Does she hate me because I can't do anything to help out at home? Why does she keep telling me I am not excited about her being pregnant? Why am I cursing at her so much? Why and I being told to go be with my other family? These arguments kill the goodness inside of you, all the butterflies I talked about earlier, that she gave me from just being around her are replaced with doubt, skepticism, hatred, and fear. I am questioning why we are together, and why are we married. If I reach out to touch her, it's unwelcomed. There is no "practicing", and if it is it's just to keep me at bay, not for mutual enjoyment. Shit, we hate each other is how it seems most of the time. It's better for me to be upstairs in our bedroom and she be downstairs. There moments where she cuts through, we argue and her sweet demeanor tells me she misses us hanging out downstairs and just being around each other. Those arguments I remember vividly because they let me know, we are still the two lovers who wanted to be with each other. The moment that let me know, no matter what obstacle we got, we can be good, was during our counseling session, after we had both had separate sessions, we came together. We were both hurt, I know I was really hurt because I missed this woman. I was still in love with her , but I was expecting her to say she was done, but she told our counselor she still loved me, and I knew I still loved her. I gave me a boost, it really did. So I committed right there to cut that perpetuating of arguments and just being an asshole and make the rest of the pregnancy and our lives better. I mean, we still had points but maybe weekly, not daily. So, the last trimester of the pregnancy. We are better, but I have questions. The affection, and intimacy is gone, it's minimal. I wonder if once it's over and the hormones are gone, will a switch just flip. She is making an effort to force it back, and I appreciate. At this point though, every bad thought that can enter my mind has, it's May, I have had 5 good months to just think. When we talk, it's not like it was in the early days or after marriage. We also, don't feel like we used to, it's not a bonded as it was, more separate with moments, although the moments are great. I'm second guessing myself too much now, I want to say things but I feel stupid thinking them. I want to be romantic, but thinking about the lack of affection and closeness shuts that emotion down for me. I don't like being around her when she talks to other people now at all. Her interactions are what we used to have, each time I speak, I feel like a pest and a bad mistake she made. That last point is starting to plague me, how do I get back to where we were?? I know where we are is closest to hell. Nothing intimate or personal is communicated between us. I reminisce to much now. I'm ashamed to be close to her. I'm terrified, I'm a fucking bitch. I am 33 years old, have never been afraid to approach the woman I wanted, have loads of confidence and I am in fear of being myself or anyone else for that matter with my wife. What the fuck has happened? Well, I did get a job in February, in insurance, so that brought us closer together, and helped , my confidence, but it's fully commission. I have been rejected to janitorial jobs, and fry cook at McDonalds, and I have a fucking MBA, and in pursuit of a PhD. This is the main source of my discontent. I cannot provide for my wife, my 2 sons, and my daughter to be. I bear this weight daily, because there is no one to talk to personally about what's gringo with me because I don't trust people anymore because of past struggles. At home, I'm negative, lackluster, and drab, and I don't want that on my daughter, so I'm not talking to my wife. I am down like I have never been in my life. I'm not a person to be around, there are days that I never want to have again. There is one day, I wake up and I'm at home alone, in bed. I have gone 2 weeks and haven't sold a thing. My wife and I are where we are, and that bad for me. I'm broke. My kids mother will not let me see them, probably because I don't have money for child support, but who knows. Not being able to provide and watching my wife having to continue to work through her pregnancy has got to me, I'm fucking failing. So I get up, I go over to the other side of the bed and I get the gun. I go down stairs, and I sit it on the kitchen table, and I just sit there. For almost 2 hours I just sit there, and look at the gun and wonder why I am still here. Like what is my purpose daily, when I can't even do the basics for those closest to me. A text message saves my life, well actually a notification of a message saves my life. I see "my wife" just come up on the screen, and I'm back. She tells me, she doesn't want to be mad and fight all day, and she misses me. I was about to fucking kill myself, just be selfish as fuck because I can't do what I think makes me a man, and here someone who hates apologies and being remorseful does just that. It's love, it's care, it's real. Reality came back, I broke down that day, I really did. I just broke down, because I had gave up. So our child is born. Greatest moment ever was as soon as she was born, I broke down again, because I know what this woman means to me, now to have a child with her, that is everything. I don't want a temporary family, I want to be happy. We have to get back on track because this is more than just a simple relationship. There is a purpose to us, we don't fully know it yet, but there is a purpose to us, still being worked out. I am confident that the bottom where I am now financially, professionally, and personally isn't my forever spot. I am confident they the lack of intimacy and closeness that we had, isn't feelings of the past. I don't want to continue having dreams my wife is cheating or planning to leave me because she and I cannot talk to each other in reality. I don't want to feel like each time I open my mouth, she install becomes annoyed and dreads being with me. I don't want to be perceived as being negative, unable to be happy and miserable. I don't want to be a cheater, or forsake my wife. I don't want this love to end. The June 21st 2014 Man is still in here, and he has never left and he is still in love with this woman. I need help with being able to let go of the past and just moving forward. Just wiping the slate clean and hitting reset. I realize after writing this to, I need some spiritual guidance as well. Just doing this has helped. I hope it helps someone else as well.

Re: MY MARRIAGE, MY LIFE, MY WORLD: begging for real world feedback, help, and advice.


  • You must have sent this post via a phone...I'll break it down from here..

    I apologize, this is long, but I had to get it all out. Please forgive all the typos and grammar errors as well Ok here goes... I met my wife on June 21st 2014. It was really love at first site with her. I wasn't expecting the person I met that day, and the irony was that after 6 years on a job and praying everyday to meet someone while I was working, I meet her.

    It was a whirlwind after that, we moved fast, our first date lasted 4 or 5 hours, we talked, drank talked, just had a great time. The thing I remember most of all about that first date was just looking at her and thinking that she was gorgeous and so perfect for me. She had a smile, and she had one dimple, and she had a well put together mouth that made every damn word she said even more perfect.

    If my first day meeting her didn't change my life, that first date did. It was Monday, June 23rd, I woke up and I wasn't committed to anyone but my kids, and my heart felt like it hadn't felt in a very long time. I have talked to her, seen her, or been with her every damn day since I met her. It felt like everything was going to be perfect.

    We were great. We were having so much fun, we spent all the time we could together. Late nights, early mornings, FaceTime, texting, it was great. July of 2014 was such a great month, all of the newness of having someone around that you want to be there, just made the anticipation of the next day that much better.


    Then... August happened.

    Her birthday, which I missed because I had a family reunion to attend. I got back home early Monday morning on the 3rd or 4th, worked most of the day, and of course went to see her. It was the norm by now.

    On the afternoon of the 4th, she rode with me to my work storage unit, and my supervisor/good friend called me and alerted me that he and his supervisor needed to see me the next day, he told me to pray about it, but I already knew what it was.

    So on the ride back home, I was going through a lot in my mind, so much that sat that moment I knew what was going to be, but I knew what I wanted to remain, and that was her. So I took the most risky chance I could possibly take, I told her that things were probably going to get terrible for me, and that she could leave and we didn't have to be together, because I don't know what state I may end up in.

    Well, she told me sometime later after thinking about it, that she wanted to stay with me.
    I have to admit, I was surprised, and touched. I had never given an ultimatum to a woman that I had been with for less than 2 months, but I had never fell in love with a woman in a week either. So all of these decisions and thoughts that were just floating in my head regarding her were new.

    I had a lot of relationships, well, there were a lot of women, but something that I had never felt before just stayed at the surface with her. So now I'm jobless. I'm a father of 2, divorced, with an apartment, student loans, child support, and carless.

    I'm carless because I am too damn helpful. My younger brother needed help, he was struggling, so I had a personal vehicle and a work vehicle.

    Because I never anticipated losing my job, and the fact that I was going to get a new work vehicle, I gave my brother my truck, so he could have a second vehicle.


    Well once I lost my job, I had nothing, which made everything instantly difficult. However, this wonderful woman put her efforts forward and showed she was really in this relationship for me because she would pick me up, take me places, let me drive places, she did way more than I could have anticipated.

    What made it all seem odd was the fact that I had never had someone be this accommodating and good to me when I was in need. All of this was new, I had never been severely depressed and downtrodden, never unemployed.

    I went from a $90K plus job of 6 years to nothing quick. There were some pay checks for a little while, but once they dried up, I was lost.


    Now, in most cases, not having a job would push natural inclinations, look for a new job and work on getting unemployment. Well, both happened in my case, with one still happening. My unemployment was denied, and when I reapplied my appeal was denied.

    Weirdly, my relationship with her flourished during this time. I mean from the time I was fired and what seems like every moment afterwards, was spent with her.

    When I say EVERY moment, I mean every second, and I fucking loved it.

    People say, you can move to fast in relationships right, well that's because every relationship has to deal with personal time, work time, and general life issues. I remember after I was terminated, and my friend/supervisor asked me what I was feeling and I told him that I was relieved.

    Almost a month early, there was an attempt to fire me via some whack ass bullshit with competitor shopping. Because I had been doing the same process for 5 plus years, I was vindicated, but I was hurt by the entire process. That ordeal had robbed me of the joy of doing the job that I was in love with, and at the time I was working temporarily in South Carolina about 3 hours from home.

    So.... Going through that at work created a sour taste in my mouth, and made work a chore. So, the primary motivation and point of love and enjoyment became HER. I mean she overtook everything and everyone, and it felt so good.

    One day in August, maybe a week or 2 after I lost my job, we were just laying on the couch talking. She may have thought that I was playing, but I was very serious, and I asked her would she marry me. Now, I didn't have a ring, so that's probably why she didn't think I was for real, but and I still feel like this, what I was feeling for her and had been feeling was heaven sent, and meant to be.

    As a man I had spent years asking God for a woman, a companion, that would eliminate my desire for other women and fulfill my desire for a great wife. She was the epitome of breathtaking, she was smart, she was enthralling, she was sexy, she was intriguing, she had a pleasing soul, I was fucking hooked.

    Not that I was sexually whipped or anything, but I was caught up in everything about her. Just imagine a couple together having a great time together, just enjoying being around each other. Smiles when you look at at each other, excitement when you hear the garage open, wanting to go to work with them, just wanting to be in their presence. Man, we were inseparable, like the perfect pair and that felt amazing.

    For years I just wanted to have a companion that I could trust, love and lust and I had that in the woman from GO. She made my nights go by so fast when I slept just so I could wake up and have more time with her. We would talk, and it seemed like we would talk about nothing but we would just talk and it would be so much fun.

    You think I wasn't going to marry this woman? You honestly believe that I wasn't going to do everything I could to be everything and more for this woman? You better believe I was all about everything.

    So we got married September 18th. The love just continued, even small arguments didn't matter because it felt good, because we would make up.

    It was great. If I could bottle up that time, even the bad times because we never let them destroy us, I would love to drink that bottle now. She still is, but then she was like water for me, I didn't care about anything but her.

    There was a video that we made in a bar in Little Rock at this hotel we were staying at for a wedding. It was a interview with her, just impromptu and fun, she participated and I could tell she was so in love with me in that interview. She laughed, she answered playfully, she just seemed like she enjoyed being around me, it was again Perfect. I watch that video during my slow down periods and get damn near irate, we not far from those people we were then, yet it seems like those individuals are fucking foreign.

    So as you can tell, I'm writing in retrospect, and its not what it was. I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm not wanting to put the blame on her. You would think as newly weds we could roll with the punches and make it work, and be playful about things.

    Well... Something went amiss. We were doing a lot of "practicing" before marriage, but certainly after marriage. We weren't taking precautions not to get pregnant after marriage because we were willing to accept what came, that was part of that bond we had. We just clicked in a sense on that side, I thought.

    So we had a Halloween part and we went pretty hard, I was drunk mid party and forgot most of it, I'm sure she had a good night as well. There was a moment during the party where some friends of hers, a couple, were in the kitchen talking to someone else. I was making a drink near the fridge and another one of her friends came up and was talking. They were talking about pregnancy, and he friend said "let's get pregnant at the same time".

    I thought it was funny, so I said something, and we started a mini conversation, which from afar could have looked like it was a good conversation. This other couple who was close by, didn't realize I could hear everything they were saying. I heard the female as "I wonder what this conversation is about over here", speaking about the conversation I was in with My wife and her friend. Then the boyfriend says, "I don't know what the fuck they are talking about, I been trying to listen in." You know, for me that said a lot about 2 people I was already on the fence about, because of their opinions to my wife on her getting married.

    I heard it, kept it, and it has pretty much sealed who they are to me, they love my wife, and don't give a fuck about me. It's cool, but remember this, because I don't think my relationship with them has done anything good for my marriage.

    Well, that fun conversation about getting pregnant, became reality on the Monday following the party. WE ARE PREGNANT! To make it even realer, the woman having the conversation with us found out a week later she was pregnant too.

    So all that alcohol and good time we were having was on top of us already being pregnant. So... Here we go, we are excited, she shows it outwardly, me inwardly because I KNOW my chances of having a girl with her are HIGH.

    Everything Seems to have to be a social network production for her so, she wanted to make a picture announcement. Ok it's cool. So the letting people know, getting reactions, blah, blah, blah had to happen.

    November was cool, December was cool. January came... We died. In late January, what we were began, because it changed.

    The second trimester, is why I am writing this now. Affection died. Playfulness died. I was already on edge because I want to work, I want to provide, I want to be the man doe my family, and I have been unemployed now almost 6 months.

    I'm living off part of my retirement and personal savings, mixed with Wal-Mart emergency savings, that I had for almost 10 years. Child support is killing me, every argument I have with her reminds me that Child support is the only thing that is important.

    The arguments.... O h my god, they get brutal. Cursing, quitting, threatening to leave, unhappiness it's all there. We eventually apologize but the next argument worse than the previous one.

    Does she hate me because I can't do anything to help out at home? Why does she keep telling me I am not excited about her being pregnant? Why am I cursing at her so much? Why and I being told to go be with my other family? These arguments kill the goodness inside of you, all the butterflies I talked about earlier, that she gave me from just being around her are replaced with doubt, skepticism, hatred, and fear.

    I am questioning why we are together, and why are we married. If I reach out to touch her, it's unwelcomed. There is no "practicing", and if it is it's just to keep me at bay, not for mutual enjoyment.

    Shit, we hate each other is how it seems most of the time.

    It's better for me to be upstairs in our bedroom and she be downstairs. There moments where she cuts through, we argue and her sweet demeanor tells me she misses us hanging out downstairs and just being around each other.

    Those arguments I remember vividly because they let me know, we are still the two lovers who wanted to be with each other. The moment that let me know, no matter what obstacle we got, we can be good, was during our counseling session, after we had both had separate sessions, we came together. We were both hurt, I know I was really hurt because I missed this woman.

    I was still in love with her , but I was expecting her to say she was done, but she told our counselor she still loved me, and I knew I still loved her. I gave me a boost, it really did.

    So I committed right there to cut that perpetuating of arguments and just being an asshole and make the rest of the pregnancy and our lives better. I mean, we still had points but maybe weekly, not daily.

    So, the last trimester of the pregnancy. We are better, but I have questions.

    The affection, and intimacy is gone, it's minimal. I wonder if once it's over and the hormones are gone, will a switch just flip.


    She is making an effort to force it back, and I appreciate. At this point though, every bad thought that can enter my mind has, it's May, I have had 5 good months to just think.

    When we talk, it's not like it was in the early days or after marriage. We also, don't feel like we used to, it's not a bonded as it was, more separate with moments, although the moments are great.

    I'm second guessing myself too much now, I want to say things but I feel stupid thinking them. I want to be romantic, but thinking about the lack of affection and closeness shuts that emotion down for me.

    I don't like being around her when she talks to other people now at all. Her interactions are what we used to have, each time I speak, I feel like a pest and a bad mistake she made.

    That last point is starting to plague me, how do I get back to where we were?? I know where we are is closest to hell. Nothing intimate or personal is communicated between us.

    I reminisce to much now. I'm ashamed to be close to her. I'm terrified, I'm a fucking bitch. I am 33 years old, have never been afraid to approach the woman I wanted, have loads of confidence and I am in fear of being myself or anyone else for that matter with my wife. What the fuck has happened?

    Well, I did get a job in February, in insurance, so that brought us closer together, and helped , my confidence, but it's fully commission.

    I have been rejected to janitorial jobs, and fry cook at McDonalds, and I have a fucking MBA, and in pursuit of a PhD.

    This is the main source of my discontent. I cannot provide for my wife, my 2 sons, and my daughter to be. I bear this weight daily, because there is no one to talk to personally about what's gringo with me because I don't trust people anymore because of past struggles.

    At home, I'm negative, lackluster, and drab, and I don't want that on my daughter, so I'm not talking to my wife. I am down like I have never been in my life. I'm not a person to be around, there are days that I never want to have again.

    There is one day, I wake up and I'm at home alone, in bed. I have gone 2 weeks and haven't sold a thing. My wife and I are where we are, and that bad for me. I'm broke. My kids mother will not let me see them, probably because I don't have money for child support, but who knows. Not being able to provide and watching my wife having to continue to work through her pregnancy has got to me, I'm fucking failing.

    So I get up, I go over to the other side of the bed and I get the gun. I go down stairs, and I sit it on the kitchen table, and I just sit there.

    For almost 2 hours I just sit there, and look at the gun and wonder why I am still here. Like what is my purpose daily, when I can't even do the basics for those closest to me.

    A text message saves my life, well actually a notification of a message saves my life. I see "my wife" just come up on the screen, and I'm back. She tells me, she doesn't want to be mad and fight all day, and she misses me.

    I was about to fucking kill myself, just be selfish as fuck because I can't do what I think makes me a man, and here someone who hates apologies and being remorseful does just that. It's love, it's care, it's real. Reality came back,

    I broke down that day, I really did. I just broke down, because I had gave up. So our child is born. Greatest moment ever was as soon as she was born, I broke down again, because I know what this woman means to me, now to have a child with her, that is everything. I don't want a temporary family, I want to be happy.

     We have to get back on track because this is more than just a simple relationship. There is a purpose to us, we don't fully know it yet, but there is a purpose to us, still being worked out. I am confident that the bottom where I am now financially, professionally, and personally isn't my forever spot.

    I am confident they the lack of intimacy and closeness that we had, isn't feelings of the past. I don't want to continue having dreams my wife is cheating or planning to leave me because she and I cannot talk to each other in reality.

     I don't want to feel like each time I open my mouth, she install becomes annoyed and dreads being with me. I don't want to be perceived as being negative, unable to be happy and miserable. I don't want to be a cheater, or forsake my wife. I don't want this love to end.

    The June 21st 2014 Man is still in here, and he has never left and he is still in love with this woman. I need help with being able to let go of the past and just moving forward. Just wiping the slate clean and hitting reset. I realize after writing this to, I need some spiritual guidance as well. Just doing this has helped. I hope it helps someone else as well.

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    You have a LOT of discord here and I strongly suggest you see a psychiatrist --- you have an unresolved mental issue; man, you had a gun and you wanted to commit suicide!!!!

    You are also going to have to decide where you want to go from here. While I was breaking down your post, I gathered that you got caught up in a "whirlwind" romance. Most of your problem is moving too quickly and getting heavily involved before you knew your then-girlfriend very very well.

    Love at first sight exists. It happened to me and my xH, the night we met. Nothing wrong with love at first sight, but as in any relationship -- especially for you because you have been divorced once already and you hav
    e minor children: very very necessary to take it slowly. This woman would be their potential stepmother.

    If the relationship has simply run its course and is over now -- and I suspect that is what happened to you and your wife --- you could have parted ways amicably if you were still in t
    he dating stages. The both of you could have moved on. Now that there is a marriage, and a child involved, that makes your problem infinitely times more serious and bad. 

    Parting ways now is going to be rough -- there is a child involved and there's now the cost of a divorce and child support you'll have to pay (or maybe she will pay you; a judge will have to decide) and child visitation. Plus you now have another divorce on your "permanent record."

    Divorces also cost more on an emotional level. They are never easy -- you know this; you have been divorced yourself. 

    What to do:

    I suggest you and she have a temporary separation until you and she decide whether or not you want to work through your problems, or to decide whether or not you should stay together and work on your problems..Or perhaps you both will decide the game is not worth the candle and you'll split up for good.

    Do what is right for your kiddo --- it is better a child grows up with both parents divorced than have her grow up under a roof where there is horrific discord, arguments and an over all bad environment for her to live in. Kids know when something is wrong; even the littlest kid can pick up on it.  

    And you are a sign of the lousy economy: this is how it is.

    I kinow a guy who was a software tester; he lost his job, never found another, and wound up on the GA track. They sent him to job training....to be a nurses assistant! Huh??? A guy who made nearly 3 figures now is delegated to a pretty much $10 an hour job. it sucks....I say this "recession" never ended and we were in a DEpression, not a REcession. 

    You can see the signs everywhere we are not quite on our feet -- there is a residential home on my block that has been under construction for nearly a year. It proceeds in fits and starts -- the builder has gotten as far as the frame of the house and installing a garage door; there are windows in place...but no exterior finished work and I am sure the inside is the same. This is all a sign of what the economy really is: bad.

    You sound like a decent guy. Even if you and your wife do decide to call it quits, don't think you've screwed it all up. Things like this happen. it just is.

    And the next time you meet somebody, take it slowly and take your time. Rome was not built in a day. There are plenty of relationships that start out fast and furious and in a matter of weeks....peter out to nothing. it's an infatuation thing. Maybe that is how it is with you and your wife.

    Wishing you luck.



    I apologize, this is long, but I had to get it all out. Please forgive all the typos and grammar errors as well Ok here goes... I met my wife on June 21st 2014. It was really love at first site with her. I wasn't expecting the person I met that day, and the irony was that after 6 years on a job and praying everyday to meet someone while I was working, I meet her.

    It was a whirlwind after that, we moved fast, our first date lasted 4 or 5 hours, we talked, drank talked, just had a great time. The thing I remember most of all about that first date was just looking at her and thinking that she was gorgeous and so perfect for me. She had a smile, and she had one dimple, and she had a well put together mouth that made every damn word she said even more perfect.

    If my first day meeting her didn't change my life, that first date did. It was Monday, June 23rd, I woke up and I wasn't committed to anyone but my kids, and my heart felt like it hadn't felt in a very long time. I have talked to her, seen her, or been with her every damn day since I met her. It felt like everything was going to be perfect.

    We were great. We were having so much fun, we spent all the time we could together. Late nights, early mornings, FaceTime, texting, it was great. July of 2014 was such a great month, all of the newness of having someone around that you want to be there, just made the anticipation of the next day that much better.


    Then... August happened.

    Her birthday, which I missed because I had a family reunion to attend. I got back home early Monday morning on the 3rd or 4th, worked most of the day, and of course went to see her. It was the norm by now.

    On the afternoon of the 4th, she rode with me to my work storage unit, and my supervisor/good friend called me and alerted me that he and his supervisor needed to see me the next day, he told me to pray about it, but I already knew what it was.

    So on the ride back home, I was going through a lot in my mind, so much that sat that moment I knew what was going to be, but I knew what I wanted to remain, and that was her. So I took the most risky chance I could possibly take, I told her that things were probably going to get terrible for me, and that she could leave and we didn't have to be together, because I don't know what state I may end up in.

    Well, she told me sometime later after thinking about it, that she wanted to stay with me.
    I have to admit, I was surprised, and touched. I had never given an ultimatum to a woman that I had been with for less than 2 months, but I had never fell in love with a woman in a week either. So all of these decisions and thoughts that were just floating in my head regarding her were new.

    I had a lot of relationships, well, there were a lot of women, but something that I had never felt before just stayed at the surface with her. So now I'm jobless. I'm a father of 2, divorced, with an apartment, student loans, child support, and carless.

    I'm carless because I am too damn helpful. My younger brother needed help, he was struggling, so I had a personal vehicle and a work vehicle.

    Because I never anticipated losing my job, and the fact that I was going to get a new work vehicle, I gave my brother my truck, so he could have a second vehicle.


    Well once I lost my job, I had nothing, which made everything instantly difficult. However, this wonderful woman put her efforts forward and showed she was really in this relationship for me because she would pick me up, take me places, let me drive places, she did way more than I could have anticipated.

    What made it all seem odd was the fact that I had never had someone be this accommodating and good to me when I was in need. All of this was new, I had never been severely depressed and downtrodden, never unemployed.

    I went from a $90K plus job of 6 years to nothing quick. There were some pay checks for a little while, but once they dried up, I was lost.


    Now, in most cases, not having a job would push natural inclinations, look for a new job and work on getting unemployment. Well, both happened in my case, with one still happening. My unemployment was denied, and when I reapplied my appeal was denied.

    Weirdly, my relationship with her flourished during this time. I mean from the time I was fired and what seems like every moment afterwards, was spent with her.

    When I say EVERY moment, I mean every second, and I fucking loved it.

    People say, you can move to fast in relationships right, well that's because every relationship has to deal with personal time, work time, and general life issues. I remember after I was terminated, and my friend/supervisor asked me what I was feeling and I told him that I was relieved.

    Almost a month early, there was an attempt to fire me via some whack ass bullshit with competitor shopping. Because I had been doing the same process for 5 plus years, I was vindicated, but I was hurt by the entire process. That ordeal had robbed me of the joy of doing the job that I was in love with, and at the time I was working temporarily in South Carolina about 3 hours from home.

    So.... Going through that at work created a sour taste in my mouth, and made work a chore. So, the primary motivation and point of love and enjoyment became HER. I mean she overtook everything and everyone, and it felt so good.

    One day in August, maybe a week or 2 after I lost my job, we were just laying on the couch talking. She may have thought that I was playing, but I was very serious, and I asked her would she marry me. Now, I didn't have a ring, so that's probably why she didn't think I was for real, but and I still feel like this, what I was feeling for her and had been feeling was heaven sent, and meant to be.

    As a man I had spent years asking God for a woman, a companion, that would eliminate my desire for other women and fulfill my desire for a great wife. She was the epitome of breathtaking, she was smart, she was enthralling, she was sexy, she was intriguing, she had a pleasing soul, I was fucking hooked.

    Not that I was sexually whipped or anything, but I was caught up in everything about her. Just imagine a couple together having a great time together, just enjoying being around each other. Smiles when you look at at each other, excitement when you hear the garage open, wanting to go to work with them, just wanting to be in their presence. Man, we were inseparable, like the perfect pair and that felt amazing.

    For years I just wanted to have a companion that I could trust, love and lust and I had that in the woman from GO. She made my nights go by so fast when I slept just so I could wake up and have more time with her. We would talk, and it seemed like we would talk about nothing but we would just talk and it would be so much fun.

    You think I wasn't going to marry this woman? You honestly believe that I wasn't going to do everything I could to be everything and more for this woman? You better believe I was all about everything.

    So we got married September 18th. The love just continued, even small arguments didn't matter because it felt good, because we would make up.

    It was great. If I could bottle up that time, even the bad times because we never let them destroy us, I would love to drink that bottle now. She still is, but then she was like water for me, I didn't care about anything but her.

    There was a video that we made in a bar in Little Rock at this hotel we were staying at for a wedding. It was a interview with her, just impromptu and fun, she participated and I could tell she was so in love with me in that interview. She laughed, she answered playfully, she just seemed like she enjoyed being around me, it was again Perfect. I watch that video during my slow down periods and get damn near irate, we not far from those people we were then, yet it seems like those individuals are fucking foreign.

    So as you can tell, I'm writing in retrospect, and its not what it was. I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm not wanting to put the blame on her. You would think as newly weds we could roll with the punches and make it work, and be playful about things.

    Well... Something went amiss. We were doing a lot of "practicing" before marriage, but certainly after marriage. We weren't taking precautions not to get pregnant after marriage because we were willing to accept what came, that was part of that bond we had. We just clicked in a sense on that side, I thought.

    So we had a Halloween part and we went pretty hard, I was drunk mid party and forgot most of it, I'm sure she had a good night as well. There was a moment during the party where some friends of hers, a couple, were in the kitchen talking to someone else. I was making a drink near the fridge and another one of her friends came up and was talking. They were talking about pregnancy, and he friend said "let's get pregnant at the same time".

    I thought it was funny, so I said something, and we started a mini conversation, which from afar could have looked like it was a good conversation. This other couple who was close by, didn't realize I could hear everything they were saying. I heard the female as "I wonder what this conversation is about over here", speaking about the conversation I was in with My wife and her friend. Then the boyfriend says, "I don't know what the fuck they are talking about, I been trying to listen in." You know, for me that said a lot about 2 people I was already on the fence about, because of their opinions to my wife on her getting married.

    I heard it, kept it, and it has pretty much sealed who they are to me, they love my wife, and don't give a fuck about me. It's cool, but remember this, because I don't think my relationship with them has done anything good for my marriage.

    Well, that fun conversation about getting pregnant, became reality on the Monday following the party. WE ARE PREGNANT! To make it even realer, the woman having the conversation with us found out a week later she was pregnant too.

    So all that alcohol and good time we were having was on top of us already being pregnant. So... Here we go, we are excited, she shows it outwardly, me inwardly because I KNOW my chances of having a girl with her are HIGH.

    Everything Seems to have to be a social network production for her so, she wanted to make a picture announcement. Ok it's cool. So the letting people know, getting reactions, blah, blah, blah had to happen.

    November was cool, December was cool. January came... We died. In late January, what we were began, because it changed.

    The second trimester, is why I am writing this now. Affection died. Playfulness died. I was already on edge because I want to work, I want to provide, I want to be the man doe my family, and I have been unemployed now almost 6 months.

    I'm living off part of my retirement and personal savings, mixed with Wal-Mart emergency savings, that I had for almost 10 years. Child support is killing me, every argument I have with her reminds me that Child support is the only thing that is important.

    The arguments.... O h my god, they get brutal. Cursing, quitting, threatening to leave, unhappiness it's all there. We eventually apologize but the next argument worse than the previous one.

    Does she hate me because I can't do anything to help out at home? Why does she keep telling me I am not excited about her being pregnant? Why am I cursing at her so much? Why and I being told to go be with my other family? These arguments kill the goodness inside of you, all the butterflies I talked about earlier, that she gave me from just being around her are replaced with doubt, skepticism, hatred, and fear.

    I am questioning why we are together, and why are we married. If I reach out to touch her, it's unwelcomed. There is no "practicing", and if it is it's just to keep me at bay, not for mutual enjoyment.

    Shit, we hate each other is how it seems most of the time.

    It's better for me to be upstairs in our bedroom and she be downstairs. There moments where she cuts through, we argue and her sweet demeanor tells me she misses us hanging out downstairs and just being around each other.

    Those arguments I remember vividly because they let me know, we are still the two lovers who wanted to be with each other. The moment that let me know, no matter what obstacle we got, we can be good, was during our counseling session, after we had both had separate sessions, we came together. We were both hurt, I know I was really hurt because I missed this woman.

    I was still in love with her , but I was expecting her to say she was done, but she told our counselor she still loved me, and I knew I still loved her. I gave me a boost, it really did.

    So I committed right there to cut that perpetuating of arguments and just being an asshole and make the rest of the pregnancy and our lives better. I mean, we still had points but maybe weekly, not daily.

    So, the last trimester of the pregnancy. We are better, but I have questions.

    The affection, and intimacy is gone, it's minimal. I wonder if once it's over and the hormones are gone, will a switch just flip.


    She is making an effort to force it back, and I appreciate. At this point though, every bad thought that can enter my mind has, it's May, I have had 5 good months to just think.

    When we talk, it's not like it was in the early days or after marriage. We also, don't feel like we used to, it's not a bonded as it was, more separate with moments, although the moments are great.

    I'm second guessing myself too much now, I want to say things but I feel stupid thinking them. I want to be romantic, but thinking about the lack of affection and closeness shuts that emotion down for me.

    I don't like being around her when she talks to other people now at all. Her interactions are what we used to have, each time I speak, I feel like a pest and a bad mistake she made.

    That last point is starting to plague me, how do I get back to where we were?? I know where we are is closest to hell. Nothing intimate or personal is communicated between us.

    I reminisce to much now. I'm ashamed to be close to her. I'm terrified, I'm a fucking bitch. I am 33 years old, have never been afraid to approach the woman I wanted, have loads of confidence and I am in fear of being myself or anyone else for that matter with my wife. What the fuck has happened?

    Well, I did get a job in February, in insurance, so that brought us closer together, and helped , my confidence, but it's fully commission.

    I have been rejected to janitorial jobs, and fry cook at McDonalds, and I have a fucking MBA, and in pursuit of a PhD.

    This is the main source of my discontent. I cannot provide for my wife, my 2 sons, and my daughter to be. I bear this weight daily, because there is no one to talk to personally about what's gringo with me because I don't trust people anymore because of past struggles.

    At home, I'm negative, lackluster, and drab, and I don't want that on my daughter, so I'm not talking to my wife. I am down like I have never been in my life. I'm not a person to be around, there are days that I never want to have again.

    There is one day, I wake up and I'm at home alone, in bed. I have gone 2 weeks and haven't sold a thing. My wife and I are where we are, and that bad for me. I'm broke. My kids mother will not let me see them, probably because I don't have money for child support, but who knows. Not being able to provide and watching my wife having to continue to work through her pregnancy has got to me, I'm fucking failing.

    So I get up, I go over to the other side of the bed and I get the gun. I go down stairs, and I sit it on the kitchen table, and I just sit there.

    For almost 2 hours I just sit there, and look at the gun and wonder why I am still here. Like what is my purpose daily, when I can't even do the basics for those closest to me.

    A text message saves my life, well actually a notification of a message saves my life. I see "my wife" just come up on the screen, and I'm back. She tells me, she doesn't want to be mad and fight all day, and she misses me.

    I was about to fucking kill myself, just be selfish as fuck because I can't do what I think makes me a man, and here someone who hates apologies and being remorseful does just that. It's love, it's care, it's real. Reality came back,

    I broke down that day, I really did. I just broke down, because I had gave up. So our child is born. Greatest moment ever was as soon as she was born, I broke down again, because I know what this woman means to me, now to have a child with her, that is everything. I don't want a temporary family, I want to be happy.

     We have to get back on track because this is more than just a simple relationship. There is a purpose to us, we don't fully know it yet, but there is a purpose to us, still being worked out. I am confident that the bottom where I am now financially, professionally, and personally isn't my forever spot.

    I am confident they the lack of intimacy and closeness that we had, isn't feelings of the past. I don't want to continue having dreams my wife is cheating or planning to leave me because she and I cannot talk to each other in reality.

     I don't want to feel like each time I open my mouth, she install becomes annoyed and dreads being with me. I don't want to be perceived as being negative, unable to be happy and miserable. I don't want to be a cheater, or forsake my wife. I don't want this love to end.

    The June 21st 2014 Man is still in here, and he has never left and he is still in love with this woman. I need help with being able to let go of the past and just moving forward. Just wiping the slate clean and hitting reset. I realize after writing this to, I need some spiritual guidance as well. Just doing this has helped. I hope it helps someone else as well.
  • That was "nearly SIX figures," not 3 figures. There is a limit to how many times you can edit each post.

    Take a temporary separation; in the meanwhile, YOU get counseling.

    You need it because you are having marital discord and you need it because of your contemplated suicide. Please resolve these issues with help of a professional and get rid of that frigging gun. Do it NOW; turn it into the cops or the ATF; there is no reason you need a firearm.   
  • Well if you really truly are looking for some advice here is mine: 

    Please go talk to a professional.  I believe you are struggling with depression and need some help.

    As for your marriage:  it sounds to me like you married someone you didn't really know yet because of "love at first sight".  This does not last and to top it off you had a kid probably when you weren't ready to.  You said you were ready for whatever happened but you didn't have a job yet so maybe there should have been some birth control involved.  Now i'm not saying that you should be upset about your child.  She is a blessing and you should be happy.  But that is a lot to take on all at once and it is going to take a toll on any marriage.

    As for your "practicing" or just as I call it, sex sometimes it fades and you need to put some work into it.  Just because your a newlywed doesn't mean you are going to be having sex all the time.

    But my most important thing I am trying to get you to understand is-you need to go see someone about your problems.  A professional not just a bunch of people sitting at home typing on their laptops.

    Good luck to you!  Don't Give Up! 

  • Step number one is to get professional help.  We can't do anything to help someone who is suicidal.

    You are incredibly impulsive and honestly, self absorbed.  Only someone who is self absorbed can make life altering decisions without doing a single bit of planning for the future.  Success doesn't just happen, personal and financial success require careful planning and thought.  I think you have some real problems and only a professional can help.
    TarponMonoxideVORNoneForUsgroovylocks
  • Step number one is to get professional help.  We can't do anything to help someone who is suicidal.

    You are incredibly impulsive and honestly, self absorbed.  Only someone who is self absorbed can make life altering decisions without doing a single bit of planning for the future.  Success doesn't just happen, personal and financial success require careful planning and thought.  I think you have some real problems and only a professional can help.
    And let's be honest:

    Most of this is sex-driven and lust driven and horniness talking. Sex is important but it isn't the 100% of a relationship.

    As you can see, desire waxes...and wanes. In your case, desire and passion might have gone out the window in very short time -- there is such a thing as the infatuation stage; all of us have experienced it. 

    And yes...what happened to BIRTH CONTROL?? what happened to "let's think about a baby before we make one"? And that whole thing about "let's get pregnant together"? how much drinking on a "normal" basis is she doing? She got that gassed at a party that she said that, with some other woman? What is this, high school?

    Medical care for you, immediately.

    Give up that gun, more immediately than that.

    A temporary separation for you both.

    And counseling for you -- like I said, you have a great many problems and a marriage that is in trouble is one of them. 
  • VORVOR
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    Step number one is to get professional help.  We can't do anything to help someone who is suicidal.

    You are incredibly impulsive and honestly, self absorbed.  Only someone who is self absorbed can make life altering decisions without doing a single bit of planning for the future.  Success doesn't just happen, personal and financial success require careful planning and thought.  I think you have some real problems and only a professional can help.
    All of this.  And good lord, yes to the bolded.  ALL of your choices in this sound so young and immature.  But yet you've been married before, have 2 kids, and... this is how you live your life?  Marry a woman you hardly know and because you're married, "OH, let's not worry about birth control!!!".

    REALLY?  You don't have a job, you already have 2 children with whom, it sounds, you can't actually support, but... oh, "i'm in love!!!", so al lthat be damned?

    Dude.  Get help and grow up.

    And I fully agree w/ Tarpon - I think this was all much more lust based than you want to admit.
    NoneForUsTarponMonoxide
  • And you both came onto too strongly and too rapidly.

    I don't GET all of this 'togetherness" -- you made this a 24 hour a day thing? What's wrong with calling her nightly to talk for an hour or so and seeing each other one weekday evening and then on Friday and Saturday night? 

    It has to be texting whenever you can and Face Time and just about everything else? Why?
    Disneygeek77
  • You need to have someone you trust come and take your gun and any other weapons or tools of suicide away from you immediately. Just having these in the house increases the chance you will make a horrible decision. You need to get help for your depression. It is affecting you and it is likely affecting your perception of every situation. A professional will also be able to evaluate you and determine if you have any additional mental health issues that affect your decision-making.

    It sucks about not being able to find a job for so long, but you definitely have to stop seeing yourself as the victim in everything. If you were denied for unemployment, that means they had cause for firing you. That's mostly likely on you. If you don't have enough to support your three children, you should be doing everything in your power to keep applying for jobs and looking for ways to earn money. Maybe it's mowing people's lawns or shoveling snow in the winter. The best way to support your kids is to stop complaining and get to work in whatever way you can.

    As far as the relationship, you both made decisions that would automatically put more stress on your relationship. Getting married after knowing someone less than 3 months can work for some people, but the ones I know who did it will tell you they got really lucky. Getting pregnant after knowing someone for 4-5 months is just asking for trouble. Hopefully you learn from this and start using birth control for the future. 

    And in terms of if your relationship will ever go back to how it was? No, it won't. You have a child now, so you aren't going to be staring into each other's eyes 24/7. It usually takes around 2 years for the butterflies period of a relationship to end. Hopefully by the time it does end, you've built up a solid relationship based on respect and commitment. You guys didn't have time to develop that with the pace you took, so without the butterflies, you don't feel anything. You can still work on improving your relationship. It's going to be much harder because of the route you took, but you can start actually getting to know your wife, looking for ways to serve and care for her, and learn how to love as an action, not as a feeling.

    I recommend the book The Love Dare. You can probably get it from the library or it's only about $10.

    All your statements sound like you believe your life and life circumstances are controlling you. In reality, you hold the keys to your life and relationships. You are in control. 
    short+sassy
  • Concentrate on job retraining -- I don't know what your trade is by nature but if you've called around  and networked to find a new job in your field(clients, people in the same job field as you, your union's headquarters, shop steward if you had one) and have not been successful, then maybe consider retraining for a new career.

    The job market is dead. Dead for a long time and I don't know what we are supposed to do with people whose benefits have run out and now they cannot find a job at all. GA is not going to hold everyone.

    Get rid of the gun, as I said: call the police or ATF and turn it in: why do you and your wife "need" a gun???? You don't!  
  • NoneForUsNoneForUs
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    Besides being too impulsive and suicidal, it also seems like you are codependent. 
    You fell in "love" far too quickly with someone you barely knew and decided to have a child. 

    Individual counseling is desperately needed. 
  • Everything everybody has said really nailed it. 

    You absolutely are not emotionally stable enough for a relationship OR a firearm, imho.

    You're swearing at your pregnant wife because she's not 100% bright eyed and bushy tailed DURING THE HORRIFIC PROCESS OF MAKING PEOPLE?

    Seriously?
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    Everything everybody has said really nailed it. 

    You absolutely are not emotionally stable enough for a relationship OR a firearm, imho.

    You're swearing at your pregnant wife because she's not 100% bright eyed and bushy tailed DURING THE HORRIFIC PROCESS OF MAKING PEOPLE?

    Seriously?
    Sometimes I wish MEN would have the high honor of being pregnant. See how fast they criticize a pregnant wife once they get gas, stretch marks, have to pee every 2 seconds, can't get comfortable because the kiddo is almost due, endure constipation and maybe get a hemmorhoid or 2.

    Throw in some BH contractions and people continually asking "Didn't you have that baby YET?" Or "OH, you're pregnant???" and the men will have quite the prize package.

    Anybody pregnant may add to the list.

    So what happened to our horny as a billy goat OP? Did he ever return?
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