Can cheating be a result of not truly loving or caring for someone, or is it sometimes just a spur of the moment decision?
07.06.2025 08:21
nothing causes you to be guilty like a lie. And honestly, if you come clean to your partner right after you commit an act like that, they feel much better about it than if you hide it from them and your relationship is a fallacy for those days weeks months years. That is a part of their life that you stole from them in a lie. that hurts really deep. Maybe that’s the problem with cheating. Maybe it’s not the ownership ppl imagine they have over a person, maybe it’s the betrayal. You know our partners tend to choose us because they deeply admire and love us. Maybe some people choose each other for needs. However, when I’m with a man it’s because i love him. he’s different. He’s very unique. He’s like me only way more of my qualities that I like about myself. In my situation cheating on me wouldn’t break the relationship and I might invite her home too. i might ask him to talk about it during sex.
My presence during his gatherings with girls made my dad that visibly more chipper, when he’d glance at me, he’d boost up his shoulders, raise his face, then continue talking like I gave him a shot of enthusiasm. To me, all this subtle social interaction was sinking deep in my mind and personality. I was learning how to be a cooperative, social, and happy person, geared to community, kindness, affection and support. He wasn’t disgruntled answering the door, day or night, For a friend, friend of a friend, or someone with a stray cat. Then as people showed up and piled in we had typically only good things to see. I learned how to be friendly, trusting, and hospitable.
God has given men, or nature has given men a robust sex drive. likewise, they have given women a great deal of sexual patience. they aren’t seeking sex, just belonging.
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Herams: millionaires Billionaires and trillionairs could have as many wives as they wanted, and we girls could be one of those wives. Friendly, together, taking care of children; good times. They ve got most of the money, they’re gonna want most of the women. Let’s bring that back. Women have been shit on by this deal. Please recognize variety as his driving force to cheat. if you tell him he can’t have it he’s probably just gonna lie and get it his variety. Men commonly think what you don’t know won’t hurt you. 40 years and this is what I’ve learned. If you let a man be who he is, he’ll still lie to you, but he’ll lie to you a lot less and tell you what he wants. he always has darker thoughts than you believed. He seems to care for you less than you think, but he needs you more than both of you presently know. That’s why when you gone your both surprised he’s groveling like an idiot. Which is satisfying.
My mother wanted to get back with my father after he got out of prison. I noticed this because of her body language when he was helping me with something outside. She came to talk to him and catch up and be demure. But she told me that when she had gone into the house and came back out that he had slipped his wedding ring on. He had gotten married in prison to this woman who is nowhere near as good as my mom. My stepmom was just more pathetic than my mom. He fkd up there. Stepmom was more unhappy making than even my mom was. Get back with the first one. But he wasn’t gonna let hurting my mom go easy. I can tell that might have pleased him. But i also saw him mowing it over for a while. He was asking me questions about her eating disorder i knew nothing about. He wanted to know if the worst parts of her were finished.
My dad married women who needed him. Maybe it only looked that way because he felt inclined to use his worthless and hopefully short existence to help the less fortunate. He would have been happy with any woman who didn’t tell him to accept Jesus as his salvation. He may have had reverse dependency issues or he didn’t have anything better to do with his need to save the world, one needy, helpless lady at a time.
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I loved my last man so much that I was able to handle his lies. I don’t even know how . But I usually describe lies in this way; they put us in two separate rooms, the wall between us so we can’t touch, see, or hear each other properly . We can no longer be intimate because there’s a lie in the middle of us. I think the reason that I let his lies go is because he let his lies go. He did not have them standing there in the middle of us most of the time. Well, I wasn’t his main woman. I was the lie in his life , he didn’t give a crap about me. He was gonna leave me or worse. This little guy grew up in Mexico and he always fantasized about killing people. He planned to kill me and he was just toying with me like a cat toys with a mouse. He’d already been a fugitive for two years and the cops weren’t catching him. add more crime why not. To Him the consequences would’ve been worth it. I could see how obsessed he was with the idea. My gurls got together and helped me figure a way out. Cheating kills. My oldest says that cheating is punishable by death in her world. My ex-husband said the same thing. This guy wasn’t gonna kill me for cheating. He was just gonna kill me because he wanted to his whole life. And he loved playing with me. Why not kill me. I didn’t know anything about his immigration status or his prior charges. He didn’t talk about his past.
These women, my mother and his second wife remind me of his mother. She was obnoxious. My father named me after her. He hated his dad. He must have been close with his mother. I think i recall that being so. she was always making problems. my grandmother, my father’s mother is my evil twin. same wild mind, but evil. Anyway, so the emotionally immature women my father married were the death of him in his early life. But not before my stepmother put him in prison with her. She went to prison bc she was stupid and uncontrolled. Maybe my father enabled stepmoms poor behavior by telling her she was right and unwittingly giving her the strength to do things she used to only dream about. And on top of that my father had suicidal ideation. He was attracted to deadly, mean women. Maybe my Granddad was too. When my dad got out of prison, it was before stepmom. and that was nearly a few years. He came to my mothers house where my sister and I resided. Dad’s sober, employed, housed, and better than ever, to mom. I found a shell of the man I used to see. He never ever ever smiled after that. Except in pictures.
I was very much against having sex and I can’t remember why. Some spiritual construction I thought up was controling my behavior. I can tell you that I rarely come across a single man. It’s a rare God ordain situation in my life, where a guy gets divorced by a woman who doesn’t know that she has the best man already. And there he is, single and willing to mingle with me. No, that’s very uncommon. I think that might’ve happened once or twice. But I meet very few of them Who are single and nearly all men hit on me and ask me to have sex with him. these are men that I don’t know because I talk to a lot of people. not just the people I live with, not just the people in my neighborhood, not just the people that go to my church, not just the people at my kids school. I talk to everybody.
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The show sex in the city tried to normalize The human or male desire for variety, but they casted women so that it would be accepted and enjoyed. Even seen as empowering. But that’s bullshit. Women compare men to each other and men do not compare women to each other. did you know that if you’re a man did you know that women are comparing you guys to one another and they want the best man. And if she’s had a good one, then she’s comparing you to him. if she’s single then nobody has measured up and she won’t take anything less. She’s holding out for better. she doesn’t need to have sex most of the time… until she’s much older. And young women shy away from it but they just want friends. young women genuinely are friendly, require friends. we require support. That is biological. we want help with our children. what happens to the woman who’s having a baby and her milk doesn’t come in right away. well, let’s hope that she has a best friend who has a baby and she’s milking. I’m talking about in nature. what about the woman with food poisoning? Nature is gunna just take her baby back. just gonna be left there to starve while mom is puking and shitting all over herself for two days? No, women are geared to make biological connections for the good of the herd and their children will be looked after in times of need when there’s lack. Lack of energy, lack of milk, a lack of health. Lack of intelligence. Men don’t really need friends the way women do, and men seek relationships with women to satisfy their sexual urges. now women are alone and pregnant, and men are off doing the other one and the other one and the other one after that and all these babies are not taken care of by anybody but a vulnerable too young mother, who didn’t even want that intimacy in the first place.
CHEATING SUCKS: There’s a name for having four or more personality disorders. mixed personality disorder. Well he had that and I was the other woman, unfortunately and i didn’t really know it. I guess. I thought he was cheating on me, but I didn’t realize that him being with me was him cheating on his real love. And that when he did love me briefly it caused him Internal suffering. He was supposed to be using me as a placeholder until his real love got out of prison. She looked like me, thought like me, acted like me. I was a little copy of her. And he wanted her. But I was there. So the personality disorder of borderline came out and he was very black-and-white. He loved me passionately, and then hate me so bad He wanted to kill me. His internal guilt turned into a projection where he assumed I was always cheating on him and he punished me for it violently every day. That boy had to go to jail. His true love got out of prison 2 months after he got caught, but now they can’t be together, at least not for another eight months, they could’ve been together eight months ago. But he would have had to not cheated on her for a whole year, yet he cheated on her with me and hated himself for it, he externalized his self hatred and murderous rage on me in projected delusional, paranoia of betrayal. I believe he did love her, and he truly betrayed her because he loved me too. But he was one of those people who thinks you can only love one person at a time. I don’t know what kind of love that is I have three children and I love them all. I have exes and I still find their good qualities to be good qualities. It’s not cheating on my friends to callother friends. it’s not cheating on my children to call my other children, but then there’s the disease issue. You definitely don’t want to be sharing genitals with people that are random, then not telling your spouse and sharing your genitals with her, then she ends up with something like syphilis and it’s the 1800s. Her disease is eating her face off. she’s a school teacher and Christian suffering from the STDs of a brothel. sad pictures from medical text books.
Everybody was always drinking. If they were awake, everyone i was related to accept mom, was drinking Coors. Ok. They also drank scotch later in the evening. But not my dad. I was barely more than a toddler, but calm, self-entertained and useful. I’d show a woman to the bathroom if she asked me. That way they didn’t have to endure the anxiety of interrupting the man of the house while telling his entertaining stories over good speakers to the whole crowd. Stereos used to be the cool thing, dude. I remember the quality the generation before mine invested in those. When dad got out of prison, he made sure i had a sufficient boom box. A larger stereo for my room than any friends my age.
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but with those people need to understand is that sometimes when the little idiot that you’re dating cheats on you, they wish they hadn’t done it and they don’t want you to find out about it, but maybe they have guilt and often times when we’re guilty about something we beat ourselves up about it and we believe a story about ourselves that were a bad, horrible cheating asshole and then what are we do we fall into the same situation and we cheat or we break our diet or we stop exercising or we relapse on drugs or end up being a big slut when you’re trying to be really good to your children.
During the day, my mother was worried about keeping me where she left me. Not how to keep me quiet or unbothersome. we struggle with children today in a hemmed in and largely unsafe society. My kid is usually up my butt. In my moms care I’d leave the house with no sense of authority or restriction, find anyone to talk to in town if i was home alone with my mother. my mother who always looked at me like she hated me. her twisted up face told me she Hated me very much. But, She likes me great. I’m better than most ppl in her mind. She likes my honesty. But she hated children. Still does; all but the very best of them. She only likes kids that act like compliant, happy, respectful adults. I had one of those miracle children when I didn’t take her earlier advice of, “keep your jeans on.” My other two children briefly met my mother and are not able to be around her, the last child bc he’s curious and needy. Basically trouble. 2 selfish monsters in one room might get one eaten.
His new girlfriend was not having sex with him prior to the divorce. I know this bc she’s too needy to be out hidden of the way. When she was around, I wasn’t. She needed him fully to herself. But then that woman attacked a man for a feminazi reason. She attacked him violently with the intention to kill him for hurting her disabled friend. My dad was on the scene and he went to prison with her. He married her there and they were together until he died. Young. He didn’t have lots of ppl around anymore. And I wasn’t around much. Then i turned into a real brainwashed teenage idiot. Gave him my report of his worth. A report that was fed to me all my life by my mother and left to linger by his ever increasing absence. I ignored him for two weeks straight after that day. The day i said terrible and untrue things to him with no feeling whatsoever. And he died at 46 from a stroke sitting at home alone. My sister? always treated him like trash. always. She was a genius too. mean and smart.
I dreamt my mother had died and I cried so much in my dream. What does it mean?
My dad thought a lot of people were stupid and I don’t think my mom liked the fact that my dad thought she was a sort of stupid. My mother was obviously attracted to him and wanted to see him act like a real man. But she was clearly attracted to toxic people, and my father didn’t appear to be any more toxic aside from his drinking and partying habit. He wasn’t a wife beater and my mom wanted to fight. She had a violence addiction. She was nearly evil in that way. She should’ve just channeled it into some sort of a Sport. But she was too frail. She was skinny. It was the times. She was anorexic. Exotic accentuated bone structure, blonde hair down past her ass. She could’ve easily been a serious model. But her “mother made her feel ugly.” So what. People said the same to me, that I could’ve been a model. “why aren’t you a model,” they’d say when i was in my Twenties. Well, my mother made me feel ugly. My mother’s mother told her that her eyes were too small and her arms were too long. My mother told me that I was fat. I was actually a bombshell. I was healthy. My mother is still 5’7” and weighs 106 pounds right now. that’s very thin. But she’s healthy as a horse. Her hair is still long and blonde and she’s over 70 years old. And she’s still incredibly smart, beautiful and scary. My father loved weak and dependent women. He made a mistake about her. She’s a fighter. So when she left him, he started dating a more pathetic woman. There were a lot of tantrums when she didn’t get what she wanted or all the attention she needed. My father loved women who needed a butt load of attention. But my mom was a Queen in her mind. If my father wasn’t going to come to her to worship her outright, shed find someone else. Those boring intilectuals that had the hots for her at university were fun for her to toy with then go home to real man with a real life and real balls to do real things for real people. No hesitation. My mom loved that more and fkd it up.
My account looks one-sided, yes. I know you girls know girls that cheat, but aren’t they more of a gross, sociopathic troll than an actual woman aren’t they cheating as a way of being an offensive mean spirited person looking to destroy other people the way they feel destroyed. This account has nothing to do with sociopaths cheating this account has to do with normal people cheating.
Now I was his baby girl, and my sister was a mean mama’s girl. My sister is like my father and she wanted to be of assistance to my mother. My sister early on was my mother’s enabler. My mother had some seriously bad, emotional and social habits that were pretty unacceptable in society. But my sister would assure her and me and everyone that my mother was perfectly fine and she gone through quite a bit and everyone would act like her if they had to deal with what she was dealing with, and That it was us who had the problem and I was being a snot.
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my obsession with the topic of cheating comes from my obsession with the topic of honesty. Honesty is not a prevailing quality of our society today or really any society that we have that I know of. But honesty is a prevailing quality of the people in my family. and those of us left standing in my family are all single. What I found most disturbing about relationships is that I was lied to. And I was also lied to when no lies were necessary. People lie because they get used to lying. And people cheat because they’re used to cheating. And sometimes when someone cheats or kill someone or does something bad , they immediately realize that that behavior does not suit them. And of course they want to undo the situation and go back to the way they were before but now there a new person with a new situation and knowledge about what they find acceptable for themselves and what they don’t. I know there are many people out there who think cheating is punishable by death. or cheating is a cold hard no contact restraining order or block and delete. I really think that those intense people are very hot.
Mom lied about cheating on my dad to make him jealous. He was a softy and she didn’t know how over the line he considered that. She didn’t tell him she made it up to see him react. She just held fast. When she divorced him for his unwanted behavior that was now constant anger and violence, he immediately had another full on committed forever woman. I saw them step out of the shower together so I knew that was so.
My mother was weak. And my father did save her in all honesty. With his help she became much better in her own life. He won her confidence back form her ex husbands poor treatment of her. Or did he? My mother tells me she was anorexic and bulimic for 25 years as a way to cope with her first husbands strange abuse. This included CHEATING on her with MEN. She recounted her first husband he hated women. She let me know that gay men who hate women are very dangerous. But she continued with her eating disorder throughout a long 14 year marriage to my dad. Maybe after that woman hating, gay first husband, she hated men so much that being with a nice, smart, handsom guy who is willing to help you live happy isn’t enough. He gave her a solid home when her parents committed her to an old school psych unit when her life choices and mental state reached an unladylike state. The 70’s in the deep midwest farm lands don’t take to divorce well, nor to cocky 19 y.o. daughters who run from marriage with wild stories like that. Time ruined the novelty of support she got from my father. All she had after being married with unwanted children was complaints about his flaws and the flaws of her inlaws who were happy to babysit us unwanteds.
What have I done wrong? How can I start over?
When men admit to having a lady, I turn them down. I was gonna anyway. To them, I turned them down because they’re already hooked up with somebody. And not just because I don’t want them. I really am a considerate person. lots of times they’ll claim not married. But most men are married or have a girlfriend so I doubt them openly and I question them a little bit more while looking at them sideways in the eye.
Maybe under normal circumstances, women who look like me would act very different. And most the time men wouldn’t have the opportunity to talk to women who look like me because women would know that those men are beneath them in many ways. Looking back on it now those dumb guys that I was happy to speak with like friends Who are so excited to talk to me and would call and dump their girlfriends or ask their girlfriends if they could have sex with me or whatever before I ever even consented. all they were going from was my paying attention to them just my talking to them made them think that it was possible. I’m assuming these men who are usually a little older than me or maybe a lot older than me thought I was stupid enough that they could talk me into it. or not. because I was talking to them and I was so young that I must think they’re so cool. I also think men believe their dick feels as good to us as it does to them. So they believe we want it or need it.
I didn’t pay close attention while him and his friends socialized. I wasn’t conversing with them. Just there to hang with the coolest guy in town and all those nice women who liked him. I was my Dads baby girl. I had his same traits and i looked like my mom. Our bright blond hair was long and straight back there in the dry, midwestern atmosphere. I was a huge kid for my age, head and shoulders taller than my classmates and the youngest of them, too, being born in February. My dad was a nice guy and women loved him (Libra). I used to say that he never turned down pussy, but that was just jokes bc he took in cats from people asking to rehome them (we had a dozen well cared for cats). I didn’t know what his sex life was actually like. the only people i actually saw him with intimately was my mother and my stepmother.
I’ve been looking at cheating objectively my entire life.
When I was very little, I would often watch my father surrounded by women in the living room of his marital home. Regularly, we had nice 80s gatherings going on. These women seemed mashed together randomly from different walks of life. People randomly checked in with us because there was usually something going on. My forefathers were always surrounded by people by choice. My grandfather was a mans man. And my father was that and a lady’s man, too; but dad was a genuine friend of women…and the less fortunate, and the disabled. My extended family was very popular in that small Midwest town due to their genuine love of people, love to drink and party, and their bit of enviable success. The men in my family were handsome, and the women in my family were good looking. Accept my mother, who was stunning. Everyone was wicked smart and scary real. Random people showed up at my childhood home and would chill among one another. Y’all extroverts know what I mean. The best way to unwind for extroverts is by laughing and sharing the day or night with as many kick-ass people as you can find. The funnier, wittier, and tittier these good ppl are, the better. I didn’t see my Grandfathers parties before he married his second wife. I wish i knew what those looked like before her social climbing influence was laid-down. His were a little stuffier especially the older he got and the stuffier his wife seemed. Thinking you’re better than ppl is a good way to kill the atmosphere and make it genuinely unsuitable for children. That doesn’t teach them good social cues. G’mpa married a humble woman. She lost her humility and her appreciation for what he did to turn her into the monster she loved to become. They didn’t cheat really, but I saw my younger stepgrandmother flirting with my dads older brother. My gma didn’t love or want my grandfather after all. She was there for the meal ticket and it killed my Grandfather’s joy over the years. Her family members crouding around him offering to float his boat, like skanky strippers targeting their mark made it hard to mingle with him the way i did with me dad at gatherings. That gold digging family made our family an uncomfortable shit show. So stepgma married money, and wanted to cheat on him with his son. She didn’t bother to hide that either. Sex is a powerful intoxicant. My grandfather deserved way better than that garbage.
I was raised in a situation where although my parents seemed to mean well overall, they didn’t do very well in their relationship. My parents were the type to put the blame on one another. I grew up and sorted out their personality clash. My dad liked caring for weak people. my mother hated being seen as a weak person. she was born premature, small and half dead, but felt superior. she was a daddy’s girl, btw. She was featherlight (the 70’s stylishly anorexic), smart, edgy, and exotically beautiful. But she was weak, or it seemed that way to me. She appeared emotionally immature. she was usually angry, cocky, and acting childish as a rule. she behaved frictionally bc people like her don’t care what anyone thinks. She wasn’t stupid. She didn’t give AF. She only cares how she feels. She expressed feeling like a Better person than others. Better than men. She was a super feminist. A feminazi. Mom was her real self, so she was better than the common “phonies” that crossed our path, according to her. I spent my childhood wondering what phony meant. These concepts are hard to grasp for little accepting people at face value type of minds. She also considered herself better than the women who enjoyed being the adoring toys of men; “bimbos.” I wasn’t terribly scathed by her mean attitude towards men. Maybe they did suck. I held out judgement until i had any evidence. My dad was great. My grandfather was awesome. I had that evidence in my early-bird wisdom. Neither were cheaters in my opinion. But she made sure to undermine my evidence with her educated opinions every day until i finally adopted her wrongful view at nearly 15 years old, effectively losing everyone in my family except her.
I was exposed to those parents and those women and my blood relatives. That was an early experience in truly honest Real people. The people I was related to would tell it like it is, and they didn’t try to spare your feelings. I didn’t learn small talk until I was in my 20s in nursing school. All the conversations I had with people Prior to that Were real. When people would do the social etiquette conversation pleasantries. boring details of life. I wouldn’t know how to respond normally and so I would just ask them their birthday and start telling them what it said in numerology. Most people don’t believe in numerology but many people were willing to talk to me about it because I was talking to them very kindly about them their birthday and what the numbers are said about them. The conversation would always be under the idea that I learned this trick. Tell me if this is true about you. But I fully believed in it. I was pretty enthusiastic about it. It helped break the ice with women who usually didn’t want me showing up around them in a public place and help me talk to men about something other than them having sex with me. But they were happy because we were talking about them and they were talking to me. They wouldn’t get in trouble with their girlfriends talking to me about numerology. So it was safe. Other than that, I wanted to know everything about everybody down to the core. Most the time men just wanted to have sex with me. Letting them express that let me see parts of them. But that’s just their impulsiveness. That’s just them hoping one day to find a girl that was nice and willing and looked like me. And here I was just as kind as a kitten just as happy as I could be to be talking to just about anybody and I looked like that. Men would dump their girlfriends in a second to be with me and most of the people who still meet me when I am 40 will still ask me to help them cheat on their wives.
girls know, It’s been hard for me to socialize with couples even when I was a part of a couple. my presence would outrage the other women there. You would think strippers would be more mature about the situation but when I showed up on the scene, there was outrage there as well. I liked my job and they didn’t. They were there for the money. I was there for the party. they hated men, I was just trying to understand them. If men are what they are, then let’s take them at face value. Let’s let them tell us who they are. I’m not sure where in the Bible changes were made in marriages. At one place it says you can have many wives and concubines and then it gets to a point that says now we’ve changed the rules and you men get to choose one woman to be be loyal to forever. Boys are raised in this way in the church and they think to be good in society and accepted by the people around them, they have to play this role if they want any woman at all. You get a job and if you wanna have sex, you get a wife. Their father was probably cheating on their mother and the boy grows up and thinks well my father had one woman. This is dangerous for women. Men are still going to have sex with everybody but now they’re spreading STDs and the women are getting pregnant with no support. The women have to pay for their own abortions or make lives miserable, plus a couple more options. Harem’s take care of this problem. The men are allotted an amount of wives as is able to care for them and all of their offspring. the more success he has, the more sexual variety he can be married to and take responsibility for. he is now committed to those women and children that he creates and committed to taking care of all of them since they are now VULNERABLE. Women should not have to work 40 hours a week when they’re pregnant and having babies. for the love of God. Men should be able to have as many wives as they can successfully care for and their offspring. That would be motivation for those guys who need a lot of variety, huh? We wouldn’t have these idiots who play video games living with their fucking mothers. I guess we still would. there’s always been people that don’t get to have sex.
Knowing those two and myself, my guess is that my father was a very easy-going, romantic, courteous, and kind person. He was a 6 foot tall guy with enormous shoulders and big hands. He was a strong man. He was a real man. And he really loved women and people. He was a nurturer. My mother probably did flirt with her neurotic and intelligent professors. And she probably got a rise out of telling my father that she was having close ties with them or whatever. She probably wanted to see him angry, reactive and jealous. This is probably so bc my mom, an aquarius, hell bent on messing with ppls minds to see what they’ll do next is merely her way to chillax and entertain herself. Libras don’t get that fkn bored or curios. Us lady’s regret playing games when shit hits the fan. She should have told him what she was up to. I doubt he saw through her toxicity and just took her seriously. I bet they wanted away from each other and used it as an excuse to fight the relationship to death. But he did drink all the time and she was asking him to stop. I doubt she gave him the time to quit before leaving. IDK.
The usual party scene of our cheating/not cheating home was me on the couch, being a five year-old girl. I’d be happily soaking in the atmosphere, highly charged as it was with positive vibes. I can’t describe how perfect it is for children to witness. On the sofa I shared space with lovely women on either side of me and standing all around the place, my dad standing by or behind his favorite black leather arm chair; courteous enough to not hog the seating with so many standing women. There’s a reason my dad was loved. Less useful men would have sat down in there fav chair to speak to whoever would sit on the floor. The girls, likewise kind, gave me a seat on the couch. Honoring women and children is a hallmark trait of great men and it makes them more attractive than other men of any traits at all. The girls were fun & boisterous, or nice & quiet, but definitely all of them good feeling ladies. I know it’s socially deemed inappropriate to include me as one of the gang during this scene. But these folks just may have been outlaws already. Societal norms were not the priority. My dads idea was that better people don’t make laws to repress people. They do genuine acts to help. His whole crowd was considered worthless to so many, but he was in service to the world in a real way. Parenting to them was more of a case by case thing. My sister and I weren’t normal citizens. Kids thrive differently. Times with him were great. What was satisfying to him was likewise soothing to my little mind. Music, strangers, and all. Plus adults like quiet, useful kids. I was seen and not heard. I didn’t need anyone to entertain me or acknowledge me. Still don’t. People are born exactly who they will always be.
I did see drunk girls kiss my father on occasion at his own house. He didn’t turn them down—he let them really lay it on him— but seeing it now in my head, he wasn’t especially turned on by it. Not like I’d expect a man to be when I’m around with my friends.. He was clearly swimming in girls if that kind of kissing didn’t result in sex. Somehow, I thought that my mother was still in the house, but you know that can’t be. so my sister and my mother were probably gone at that point. but, I shouldn’t doubt the memories I’ve held my entire life. I do remember my sister coming around the corner on occasion, and realizing the room wasn’t to her liking and going back to where she came from. And I know that my mother was in school and she probably just blacked out the room and put earplugs and let my father do whatever he wanted to in the living room. That’s what I remember going on, that mom and sis were in the house. But who knows, I was roughly around five or so. So we’re talking my earliest memories about cheating and just after that, too. I wasn’t jealous of my father’s attention to other people. I wasn’t jealous of anyone’s attention going to other people. I grew up watching these displays of affection and polygamy openly without any religious indoctrinations to add or take away from the conversation. I’ve been allowed to objectively see the world, as far as that is possible. If you believe in astrology, I’m an Aquarius female. One of the things that astrologers know about Aquarius is often they self report lack of jealousy. Some Astrologers don’t believe Aquarius. But I’m an Aquarius and i do not experience jealousy. I love ppl too much. I’m excited they get good things. Oppositely, I’m disappointed when ppl blatantly throw away perfectly good looking mates for the unknown. I feel bad. I feel like they need more friends from other walks of life. If you study fetishes (which could help answer questions about why people cheat) you might find some people prefer their loved one to be with other people. I find that committed, loving, kinky people imagine their StarStud With a different costar during erotic fantasy. That Fetish made me popular among men when I got out in the world.
Understand that Men aren’t after the better woman. Only women do that. Men are usually after all the women. Women want the best man. Or she’ll tell herself the man she ended up with is the best. Don’t you do that? Who is the best man in your eyes? he’s you only better. He has your favorite traits about you, or does things you wish you could, and he’s better at them than you and his buddies. If he’s not better at those traits than his buddies are, that’s when you think about cheating and if his buddies are out shining him in these areas, not only are you going to cheat, you’re going to cheat and switch. You’re going to fall out with him before you cheat because you’re so in love with his buddy who does these things better. Women will cheat on you to get back at You for cheating them or screwing up. this means they love you and want to hurt you as a form of communication of feeling experience. Woman says he doesn’t understand me, woman hurts man deeply. Now he understands her pain. Now they can talk about her pain with understanding. But man is a child preoccupied with his lost peices and blames her for destroying his good life. He will understand the way you feel, hurting, but he will not own his actions. That’s because if he could own them he would have before you did that. That’s not all women, not everybody’s stupid. And some women will cheat on you because they fell in love with your friends. But it is an especially pathetic woman who can’t decide between a couple of men and continue to cheat on you guys until everyone’s lives are ruined. You have to choose one. you can’t do that if your heart is so fickle that you’re in love with one guy and then his friend and then you’re back in love with the original guy. You need to back away from all those guys you need to choose one. Be honest with your man that you like his friend because his friend is better at certain things than he is. Your man won’t leave you for saying that. your man will rise up to that challenge. Now he’s already thinking about your sister and your mom and your friends but not thinking about leaving you for them because they’re prettier than you or they make more money than you. He would be as sociopath for that shit. Your man is just thinking about having sex with them because men think about having sex with with everyone. If men were given the opportunity to, half of men would probably say yes. I’m speaking from experience as a woman who apparently tempted many men out of their relationship. Or tempted them to end their relationship for a momentary immature, impulsive adventure with one woman one time. These men would see me as a once in a lifetime opportunity and throw away the girlfriend or the relationship they’ve been working on. I had a guy that I was actually into who I hung out with whenever I got the urge and then would crawl back into my hole and hide away from the world after I was done being social. Every time I came out of my hole, he would dump a girlfriend for me. But I didn’t know that. eventually he would tell me. He would level with me saying if you’re not gonna stay, then I can’t hang out with you because I have a girlfriend. But he said I’ll get rid of her if you stay, but she might actually stay if I don’t. I never even had sex with that guy one time. Because I wanted his friend. Those two friends both were attracted to me, but one of them called dibs on me first and the other one respected him for it. Later, 15 years later, I dated Friend and we had lots of sex and I enjoyed it a lot. And he told me that he used me in his masturbation highlight real That entire 15 years. he was quite surprised that I liked him very much and I was willing to hook up with him. Anyway, but that boy was a cheater. He was having long-distance cheating with an ex-girlfriend. Telling her that the house he was living in was his house and they were gonna be together. Not sure what the deal was there. When in fact it was mine and then he ended up stealing $2000 from me even though we known each other since third grade. His behavior was upsetting and he had to go. That one went to jail, too. That wasn’t my fault, though. I didn’t call the cops on that one until after he got out of prison. I ended up calling the cops on him, I guess, maybe twice. One thing I know is that all of my exes asked to come back to me after a relationship was over, whether they broke up with me, which was rare, or I broke up with them, which was equally rare because I nearly never had committed boyfriends.
How do you leave a relationship when you are still in love?
My mom regretted losing my dad fast. she told him she cheated to make him want her and it made him crazy upset. I guess she didn’t want to admit that she was lying to him. And it dissolved their marriage. He thought she cheated on him. Women paid my father a great deal of attention, but I never saw him go to bed with any of them. Not until after my mother left him. But I know about that jealousy thing. I know that me and my mom like to see our men act like manly men, and sometimes we act like a dip shit to piss them off. But my dad probably felt that the marriage was a sacred act and that he put up with her shit so certainly didn’t deserve to be cheated on.
The ultimate experience women get from a man is his consistent attention, every day for the long haul. The man gives his energy to her in ways that he is not asked to do bc he values her energy. He covers her with a blanketbc he’s walking by and he values her. He seeks to conserve her energy. He seeks to take the stress off of her. The man gets his daily energy from this sex act. It fuels him. He has motivation to live his life, and it’s good motivation. He does these thoughtful acts of service in grateful memory & anticipation of experiencing her again. THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE MEN GET FROM A WOMAN IS HAVING SEX WITH HER. when I first learned that I was a little surprised and dismayed, but then I lost my surprise and I was just like yeah that figures. I just want women to ponder and meditate on that. Ponder and meditate on what your ultimate experiences have a man around and look at that that is straight out of the mouth of a fucking man I really educated Man. I was really lucky to get this information. Tell me if I’m wrong. Tell me if it’s wrong. He was a smart guy, I believe him. Move on so fast he thinks he seen all of you just doing that. I don’t wanna talk too much shit here. I don’t know what it’s like have a penis and few cares in my head.
since growing up a child in an atheist home surrounded by well meaning people bent on wrecking their lives all the while being way too honest with us children about their lives, opinions, Thoughts, judgments, Sadistic manhating fantasies, past trauma experiences, Disillusionments in one another, and So on, straight into Neurodivergence, I did Come across God in meditation when I was 16. So I knew my actions mattered. The way I treated people mattered. The way people treated other people mattered. And my involvement in how people treat each other also mattered. So I had a real big conscience. Not for the sake of feeling bad for a horny, impulsive man’s suddenly unimportant sex partner, social manager, and sandwich maker; I didn’t yet have empathy for that. I didn’t have empathy for something that hadn’t hurt me. I had a moralistic idea that my involvement was creating suffering in another and I knew what suffering felt like and I knew that if I wasn’t there that suffering wasn’t going to be created, not at that time. And maybe never.
Why do older men like to get anal sex?
when men ask to hook up, I have to find out if they’re married or have a woman. That’s my question I ask. They ask me to hook up with them and I feel slightly uncomfortable Just giving them a flat No. I don’t wanna do that bc i feel flattered they like me and want to be open. I try to encourage open honest communication. I don’t shame ppl for most things.
When my father was gone, she was still complaining about all the worlds flaws. Her life became nearly impossible. She cried for at least 4 years. all day every day. Unless she had to go somewhere. Then she’d pull it together and be angry. She’d give me passing advice from age 6 whatever age i was when i became an asshole. Things like, “when your with a guy, don’t get pregnant. Keep your jeans on.” later shortened to the tidbit, “Keep your jeans on.” At 6. Good advice. There were other tidbits I’ve never forgotton and still ring in my ears during times of sifting through potential male mates. FEW of which have ever been good enough to mate. She had cold hard facts for me between her miserable sounding sob sessions. She clearly cared for me or she wouldn’t have wanted me to know how to protect myself form the aweful societal opponent. I grew up and tried to teach my child to be more of a bimbo and live a great life. No way. That feminazi self respect skips a generation. Anyway. My sister and i LOVE men. But we are single. Both of us for many years. mom explained to me all the ways men hide and project their cheating. wisdom I’ve used with a poker face during times of stress right before ghosting a guy who begs for forgiveness. Idiots.
We had girls at my parents house dressed like bikers and girls dressed like sexy Saints. Do you remember those pretty, white and frilly dresses from the 80s? They looked like fairy princess stuff. Recall how Joan Jett dressed? We had biker girls and princesses chillin in our living room. Dad and his friends rode motorcycles. I don’t recall the men being there at the parties at my home. That could have been a product of my moms man hating or a product of my avoiding contact with men outside the family. I would ignore them out of anxiety. I recall my dad hung outside drinking with his buddies during the day. There may have been some rules about men and the home. We difinitly dind’t allow men in the home after they divorced. They waited outside. always.
Do most narcissists have good intentions as long as you are under their control?
You see I’ve had children since then. Men always come out with it. The truth is, they’re proud of their women. They do love their woman and even though they want to have sex with this random stranger, don’t have sex with random stranger enough to truly deny their wife in their heart. If you ask them to say it three times they’ll admit being married or have a girlfriend. she’s in his heart and it kills him to deny her. I see them weaken under the pressure. I see what it is doing to them to lie about her. I feel like when I’m looking at his face I can get some impression of what she means to him. I like seeing that these men do care. But they don’t get it the way we do much of the time.
knowing what I knew, growing up with dad surrounded by good looking women, never turning down a friendly kiss. I wanted an honest unbound experience. I wanted to see everything i could about people.
Sad story, men do require sexual variety much of the time. This is obvious to me because they seek it constantly. I know this because I’ve been an attractive woman since I was basically born and I was told about the effect I had on men by my mother when at a very young age, i was an enormous blonde, 5 foot seven at 12 years old, bold, friendly, huge smile, confidence, and a fearlessness. Of course, whenever I enter a situation men ask me if I will be interested in them. No matter how married they are, nine times out of 10 any man in my environment is going to make an attempt to ask me if I want to be intimate with Him. Of course, they don’t often push for it very hard, but I am rarely passed up by people. I used to assume that it was like that for all women, but I’m open, friendly and inviting.
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My mother had brainwashed me so when my dad got out of prison, I didn’t go with him when he asked. I am a woman in the making. I’m gonna need to see some good nesting skill. My mom was bad enough, but that second wife was unacceptable garbage. Hindsight, living with him would’ve been the obvious choice.
yes, men love you when they’re cheating on you. They might be thinking about you when they’re cheating on you. They’re definitely thinking about the woman they’re cheating on you with the thinking about all the different things about her and how she’s not you but obviously he prefers you either financially or physically or mentally or comfort wise you’re his new mom you don’t think he’s gonna come home to you after cheating on you. he cheats on you and loves you. That’s why he doesn’t have a consistent cheating partner. He has many cheating partners. He cheats with everybody even the lunch lady women who are many pounds heavier than you and many years older than you and many Eye Q points lower than you. He just wants to have sex with anybody will have sex with him. he loves you.
My mother wanted to think that she had her shit together. But nobody thinks that about her. Nobody. My mom is pretty much a joke to everybody. But so am i in many ways at many times. She does somethings better than me. But I take insult better than her, I genuinely love people, and I don’t feel that any of them are doing anything wrong by just being themselves. My mother thinks everybody is stupid or really stupid. Ok, a few ppl get a gold star from my mother. But it’s probably David Bowey. This incredibly impressive girl my sister is besties with, and random women she things did great things in the world. When I was a kid, that woman was Laraina Bobbit. That story was at first weird, then interesting, then terrible, then dispicible. My sister and i grew up feeling sorry for men. Not mad at them. We separetely realized their immense worth to our lives. We like them. We like what they do, how they thing and feel about us. We like that they rush to make room in our lives and shower us with appreciation. We love that they take pride in us. We didn’t do anything. We just didn’t hate them. That’s easy feel good stuff.
The honest truth that sexual variety was important to men was understood to humans from day one. I didn’t let men tell me otherwise. Seeing my married father with adoring women made that my first relationship truth. Growing up listening to my mother explain men’s flaws to me was also formative. I was told they lie and otherwise behave disrespectfully. I was shown that having a man is a dependent and unnecessary burden bc my mother voiced her deliberate avoidance of them, stayed single, and explained that all men cheat and bring you undeserved STDs. Her first husband has done so, not my father. She said dad was cheating on her bc he frequently accused her of cheating with her college professors.
Men think what women don’t know won’t hurt them. Men are always trying to have sex with me without a condom. They have no idea who else is trying to have sex with me. Maybe they think I’m so beautiful that I don’t say yes to anybody. Or maybe I would only say yes to the most pristine people. And maybe he’s one of those pristine people in his mind. He doesn’t have STDs And I am a beautiful woman I wouldn’t have sex with lesser people. So clearly if she’s beautiful, her pussy is clean and thus if she’s pretty and pleases him, then how could it harm him or his wife? At least I hope that’s how they’re thinking as deluded and stupid and shortsighted and childish as that is. I am hoping that’s what’s going on. In reality what’s going on is the situation is worth it to them to feel that stranger and it’s also probably not important to them that they pass those STD on to their wife. I’m not sure the public is aware that STDs can cause long-term problems. In nursing school, we are given an extensive education on the complications of STDs. Common people think that you can get an antibiotic and cure a bacterial infection. Don’t underestimate illness.