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umehmj:Op listen to this. |
I vote Mimzy Mysticgal Refiner Ivyy Daisyluv Cc NLJega |
Lezzlie:Mimzy all the way! |
When u lack sexual satisfaction in matrimony As a man this can be very frustrating. The woman you knew that was very sexually active premaritally suddenly develops cold feet after marriage. She relaxes and loses her sexiness. She talks of being tired all the time and you as the man is turned into a houseboy doing all you can around the house to please madam and make sure she is well rested so you can get down to business in the bedroom later in the day. Most women still don't find this effort by the man enough and use the opportunity to take advantage of their husbands and use sex in blackmailing them (if u can't do so and so then we can't have sex). This is a man that is used to having sex three times a week and suddenly finds himself settling for it once or twice a month. Men are sexual beings. Sex is a major part of our repertoire. If it wasn't so you wouldn't see so many cases of infidelity on the part of the man. Sex is important, very important to us. Sex is food. And if the wife denies him this meal he gets angry, irritable, commandeering and cold. A religious man will try and keep himself in check by practicing holiness, but you will always notice the bitter undertones in all the things he does. The grumpiness, the sadness, distancing himself away from the wife and choosing to watch TV instead, etc. A carnal man(for want of a better word) will simply take his business elsewhere. He will find sex either in porn.ogra.phy and mast.urb.ation (and the wife catches him one day and starts wondering where he learnt the bad habit from). Or he learns how to frequent prostitutes. Or he has an affair and if he doesn't get caught he goes on to have many other affairs all in a bid to satiate the sexual hunger within him. Even those that get caught if the situation in the house isn't rectified they harden thier hearts and become more daring in thier escapades. I know women will come here and start screaming self control and how they know "millions" of men who practice such. Let's be honest, that's a lie, you don't know up to 10 men you can bet your life on that are faithful to thier wives, not even pastors. Sexual hunger is hard for us men. We need all the help we can get in controlling it. So if you are a married woman reading this, don't starve your husband of sex. Satiating your husband is wonderful when done in love but if you can't do it in love at least see it as a duty. It will keep him sane, less prone to outside temptation fron your female gender whom he meets everyday and who by the way smell of roses, less irritable and more compliant to your wishes. End of part 1. |
My own question is, how do guys get ladies to give them money I've never been able to do that |
PresVA:And is there something wrong with this? |
Project400: ![]() Some unknowns are best left unrevealed |
Dyt:Discretion. Not desecration. Runs away** |
Onegai:I was going to attack your initial post but in seeing this explanation I had a rethink. So is this ^^^^ what ladies mean when they say they want to have a joint account with you? That would be interesting. I thot it was more like both of you pay your whole salaries into the account. |
banjolek:Why are you bringing this to nairaland? No offence but I think this is something you ought to handle by yourself. Having said that: You seem like a nice guy. Your wife is already earning cash and u still want to give her pocket money. Kudos to you bro. I wouldn't do it. But it's entirely up to you. |
DedeNkem:Well said. |
theEYe21:Lol, no bro. Perseverance. |
GlorifiedTunde:Word. |
By Richard Paul Evans (Dedicated to my sweetheart.) My oldest daughter, Jenna, recently said to me, “My greatest fear as a child was that you and mom would get divorced. Then, when I was 12, I decided that you fought so much that maybe it would be better if you did.” Then she added with a smile. “I’m glad you guys figured things out.” For years, my wife, Keri, and I struggled. Looking back, I’m not exactly sure what initially drew us together, but our personalities didn’t quite match up. And the longer we were married the more extreme the differences seemed. Encountering “fame and fortune” didn’t make our marriage any easier. In fact, it exacerbated our problems. The tension between us got so bad that going out on book tour became a relief, though it seems we always paid for it on re-entry. Our fighting became so constant that it was difficult to even imagine a peaceful relationship. We became perpetually defensive, building emotional fortresses around our hearts. We were on the edge of divorce and more than once we discussed it. I was on book tour when things came to a head. We had just had another big fight on the phone and Keri had hung up on me. I was alone and lonely, frustrated and angry. I had reached my limit. That’s when I turned to God. Or turned on God. I don’t know if you could call it prayer—maybe shouting at God isn’t prayer, maybe it is—but whatever I was engaged in I’ll never forget it. I was standing in the shower of the Buckhead, Atlanta, Ritz-Carlton yelling at God that marriage was wrong and I couldn’t do it anymore. As much as I hated the idea of divorce, the pain of being together was just too much. I was also confused. I couldn’t figure out why marriage with Keri was so hard. Deep down I knew that Keri was a good person. And I was a good person. So why couldn’t we get along? Why had I married someone so different than me? Why wouldn’t she change? Finally, hoarse and broken, I sat down in the shower and began to cry. In the depths of my despair powerful inspiration came to me. You can’t change her, Rick. You can only change yourself. At that moment I began to pray. If I can’t change her, God, then change me. I prayed late into the night. I prayed the next day on the flight home. I prayed as I walked in the door to a cold wife who barely even acknowledged me. That night, as we lay in our bed, inches from each other yet miles apart, the inspiration came. I knew what I had to do. The next morning I rolled over in bed next to Keri and asked, “How can I make your day better?” Keri looked at me angrily. “What?” “How can I make your day better?” “You can’t,” she said. “Why are you asking that?” “Because I mean it,” I said. “I just want to know what I can do to make your day better.” She looked at me cynically. “You want to do something? Go clean the kitchen.” She likely expected me to get mad. Instead I just nodded. “Okay.” I got up and cleaned the kitchen. The next day I asked the same thing. “What can I do to make your day better?” Her eyes narrowed. “Clean the garage.” I took a deep breath. I already had a busy day and I knew she had made the request in spite. I was tempted to blow up at her. Instead I said, “Okay.” I got up and for the next two hours cleaned the garage. Keri wasn’t sure what to think. The next morning came. “What can I do to make your day better?” “Nothing!” she said. “You can’t do anything. Please stop saying that.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “But I can’t.” I made a commitment to myself. “What can I do to make your day better?” “Why are you doing this?” “Because I care about you,” I said. “And our marriage.” The next morning I asked again. And the next. And the next. Then, during the second week, a miracle occurred. As I asked the question Keri’s eyes welled up with tears. Then she broke down crying. When she could speak she said, “Please stop asking me that. You’re not the problem. I am. I’m hard to live with. I don’t know why you stay with me.” I gently lifted her chin until she was looking in my eyes. “It’s because I love you,” I said. “What can I do to make your day better?” “I should be asking you that.” “You should,” I said. “But not now. Right now, I need to be the change. You need to know how much you mean to me.” She put her head against my chest. “I’m sorry I’ve been so mean.” “I love you,” I said. “I love you,” she replied. “What can I do to make your day better?” She looked at me sweetly. “Can we maybe just spend some time together?” I smiled. “I’d like that.” I continued asking for more than a month. And things did change. The fighting stopped. Then Keri began asking, “What do you need from me? How can I be a better wife?” The walls between us fell. We began having meaningful discussions on what we wanted from life and how we could make each other happier. No, we didn’t solve all our problems. I can’t even say that we never fought again. But the nature of our fights changed. Not only were they becoming more and more rare, they lacked the energy they’d once had. We’d deprived them of oxygen. We just didn’t have it in us to hurt each other anymore. Keri and I have now been married for more than 30 years. I not only love my wife, I like her. I like being with her. I crave her. I need her. Many of our differences have become strengths and the others don’t really matter. We’ve learned how to take care of each other, and, more importantly, we’ve gained the desire to do so. Marriage is hard. But so is parenthood and keeping fit and writing books and everything else important and worthwhile in my life. To have a partner in life is a remarkable gift. I’ve also learned that the institution of marriage can help heal us of our most unlovable parts. And we all have unlovable parts. Through time I’ve learned that our experience was an illustration of a much larger lesson about marriage. The question everyone in a committed relationship should ask their significant other is, “What can I do to make your life better?” That is love. Romance novels (and I’ve written a few) are all about desire and happily-ever-after, but happily-ever-after doesn’t come from desire—at least not the kind portrayed in most pulp romances. Real love is not to desire a person, but to truly desire their happiness—sometimes, even, at the expense of our own happiness. Real love is not to make another person a carbon copy of one’s self. It is to expand our own capabilities of tolerance and caring, to actively seek another’s well being. All else is simply a charade of self-interest. I’m not saying that what happened to Keri and me will work for everyone. I’m not even claiming that all marriages should be saved. But for me, I am incredibly grateful for the inspiration that came to me that day so long ago. I’m grateful that my family is still intact and that I still have my wife, my best friend, in bed next to me when I wake in the morning. And I’m grateful that even now, decades later, every now and then, one of us will still roll over and say, “What can I do to make your day better." |
Some responses here though ![]() @iamNotAlone what do you mean by "aggressive"? |
eiBADAn:I sincerely hope someone else has advised u in the course of this thread cos I can't read the while thing. All the same let me add my own. Guy. RUN. RUN NOW. You marry her and YOU WILL REGRET IT THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. You are not marrying her mother. Even if you are married for 20yrs the day you don't provide she AND HER FAMILY will drop you like hot charcoal. No matter how friendly it seems they are now. Harden your heart. It's a mean world especially more so to nice guys. Harden YOYR heart and leave that parasite. Look for someone that loves you for who you are so when you join others in facebook in saying what a lovely wife you've got you know you are telling the truth. |
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thesicilian:Bro, on a serious note, it's very possible u have a chronic nose infection that prevents you from smelling odours. |
mikolo80:If u no dey smell am then make u go treat ya nose! |
deedondavi:Don't use roll-on, use sprays. |
adegoke93:Your own start from 1993 ![]() |
Medunah:Correct! |
thesicilian:√ |
PrincessAnna:To help u study better my dear. You know am interested in your success. |
And when she wants a promotion she can sleep with the boss again. And when the boss wants some extra pussy he will threaten her and she will sleep with the boss again. And when she wants to get married and the boss threathens to expose her she will sleep with the boss again. And when.... |
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sinaj:Hehehehe yeah Was in choch too ![]() The ministration was awesoome if u get my meaning ![]() |
PrincessAnna:I for say. Cos you don't look like you stink. I like you Want some weed? ![]() |
thesicilian:Cos when you sweat and it dries on your body it stinks to high heaven. You may not smell it but the guy next to you is in serious pains. Even the flies dat get too close pass out!
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sinaj:. Sexxxy baby. U look like the gurl I went out with last night. Long sexy backside ((no offeinse)) |
PrincessAnna:. Then why did u quickly jump to d defence? This guy is stinking so bad even the flies aren't going near him! I sure say e no baff ![]() Now d driver no gree use AC ![]() |
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I've never been able to do that 


