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Because d tall dark and handsome guys are not being confident enough to woo them |
VeniJu:do u want to still make noise again? u don see wetin pass ur own abi |
VeniJu: ![]() How many likes do you have? ![]()
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iswallker:loool.. ![]() |
Kaynails:are we making use of it? |
mmsen:I just pray one day the youths will come to their senses and sack all them traditional rulers . |
firstking01:I did bro and just like baesdiary said , it was worth a read.. |
Hahahaha |
firstking01:say for yourself only.. |
Jerryojozy:. D man killed it.. Gosh there is nothing as sweet as being in command of one's emotions |
I must click dat link.. I just can't miss any bit of d story Here is d concluding story guys.. Sorry baesdairy.. I just gota do dis for my hommies.. ![]() Me: Ok then. I guess I'll have to call Mrs. JBC and get her down here. (Totally a bluff. I knew he was married, and I knew her first name but that was it.) JBC: (Inaudible, shuffling, panic) Me: You got five minutes. Click Not even two minutes later my wife comes walking out of the elevator looking a little flustered. I sit her down in the corner of the lobby. Her: Starts spewing bullshit saying it's not what it seems etc etc. Me: I'm not here to argue. The things that are said in this pile of papers are what's going on. The only way I'm not giving a copy of this to daughter, your parents and emailing it to everyone we know is if you move out immediately. (Wife was very prideful. Daughter was going through a rebellious teen phase and her knowing probably would have forever killed their relationship. Wife was also her parents golden child and she always worried about what they thought of her. I didn't have much leverage and shame was my only card to play. Also her professional life is built up around her image, so I knew she would protect that at all costs.) Her: Sniffle, mumble, inaudible Me: This is a check for half of the money market account. I've withdrawn my half of the money from all the other joint accounts. You should have more than enough to get a place. She starts to cry a little. I could almost see the different thoughts and waves of emotions going through her, but now was the time to keep pressing. Me: Here is a separation agreement that I think is more than fair considering what's going on. I'm going to need you to look this over, sign it, and leave it at the house when you get your stuff. Do you want to look through these screenshots? Her: No. Me: Ok. Go have fun with JBC. Do not come back to the house or I'm going to send this (holds up ream of screenshots) to everyone. I bounce out of the lobby, and I can hear her start to have a breakdown. I get to the car drive off to a parking lot and have my own crying rage fit. Previously I would have cried in front of her and yelled and whatnot but I managed to get my shit together enough to pull it off. I don't know what she did that night or over the weekend. She texted and called over and over wanting to talk. I just turned the phone off and by the time Monday afternoon rolled around there were movers getting her stuff and she delivered the agreement. I let her have a talk with the kiddos basically saying mommy and daddy need some time a part, we still love you, etc etc. Standard divorce talk. After a week she wants to have a real talk for the first time. I oblige her because I've already got my shit together and I've got an idea of what I want, but I should hear her out. She's so sorry. She wants another chance. She wants her family back. She'll do anything. She's on her knees crying into my lap. I have no intention of ever taking her back. I tell her she needs to set up marriage counseling on her own at a time that works for me. I tell her that I can't live with her, but she should be around the children to try to maintain a relationship with them. So starts our new normal of her coming over the house, cooking and having dinner with the kids three nights a week (she always saved me a plate, I made myself scarce), her cleaning the house and doing the kids laundry then heading back to her place. We went to counseling. It consisted of her working through her issues with the therapist trying to figure out why she did it, her begging for forgiveness, and me stoically playing the victim. I was never going to give her another chance. All I wanted to do was kill time, establish myself as the primary caregiver to the kids, and establish her as not having residency in the house. After a few months I go to my own therapist and get diagnosed with depression and PTSD. I asked my work if it's possible to go to part time for the foreseeable future to deal with personal issues, and it's no big deal. After six months of therapy I told her that I couldn't forgive her right now and that I wanted an amicable divorce, but she is still the love of my life and maybe someday we could give it another try. She was devastated, but agreed to the divorce if I promised to try again someday. Once the divorce was filed I needed the kids to want to stay with me. I left a google search for "how to survive your wife's infidelity" up on the shared PC at home, and I left some printed out infidelity articles not so hidden in the kitchen. My daughter found them and came to me crying. I told her she wasn't supposed to find those, that mom made a mistake, that mom still loves her, and that I would always be here for her. My daughter who used to hold my wife in such high regard now wouldn't talk to her without screaming, and it crushed her. Not surprisingly when the court needed statements from the kids a few months later little brother followed big sisters lead and they both wanted to stay with Dad in the house they grew up in. When the divorce was finalized, I got the house (had to buy out some of her equity, but that's ok). I got primary custody of the kids. I got awarded generous child support due to the difference in our incomes due to me working part time. Now for the last two years I've gotten to live in the house with my kids, work part time, get the now ex to subsidize it for me, and when she takes the kids over the weekends I get to have my fun with tinderellas and some FWBs I've cultivated. In the eyes of my kids, I'm the patron saint of fatherhood for taking the high road and always being there. In the eyes of my ex, I'm the one that got away that she will always pine for, and I get the bonus of having her come over for sex whenever I want it by dangling that carrot of maybe getting back together. But that is never going to happen. TLDR: Got divorced and it worked out. |
Now am not concerned in the trash you put up there.. But what Pope Francis wrote made a lot of sense |
There is no end to sin as long as u in d world |
OGmoney19:all these virgin crap don tire me sef.. Who e hepp.. |
Wow Andy looks so younger.. |
whywhyogun:people pick their noses often when driving and still use d same hands to touch d steering |
whywhyogun:and d steering wheel of a car? |
She is a runs girl |
whywhyogun:only a jobless man will be doing dat.. Ewwww |
Wait I don't get.. Was Rudy dead or what.. How was it possible to transplant a face between two living persons |
whywhyogun:not all women.. Some men aren't always at home |
martineverest:yea he is.. Tryn to get sympathy from d masses with charity.. A very lame try... Its just so obvious |
Yes d money can be refunded.. Pls get a lawyer.. And d police |
gurunlocker:guy don't be deceived abeg.. Every big boobs like dat is saggy.. Bras only help put it in place.. |
whywhyogun:the time of a woman shouldn't mostly consist in being with her husband.. Unless If she is a house wife... Ah mean she can't be with her husband 24/7 na.. |
Semi virgin... Am tired |
gurunlocker:bra been deceiving guys since 1960 |
Which kyn nonsense play be this one.. Bia tosin respect yaself |
Its just Smth dat should be done privately.. Its irritating to do dat in front of someone.. |
Only if she doesn't love u back and is a broke girl.. |
Greatzeus:well taking laws into one's hands sometimes can b d best justice.. Sometimes.. Note it |
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