Sorry to hear that...... But, it has to make a better life for you. I know it's not been a bed of roses, and you have my highest respect for soldiering on the way you have. Get your life back, brother.
Sorry to hear that Od but I think the writing was on the wall for some time if only to protect your welfare and sanity, take care pal.
Od, as I read your last post I thought of the tune by Kenny Rodgers the Gambler You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run Sounds like advice for you pal
Sorry to hear your problems friend. I was raise by a mother like that. Took me 70 years to come to grips with her issues. She has been dead for years now. I have finally convinced myself that she could not help it. ...J.D.
Old Dumb Arse Sorry to here that. Got to praise you for trying but enough is enough. I had a friend once his partner was a real nutter. She used to stick forks in his head. And I can't for the life of me remember her name but believe me she scared me. She was related to an angel would imagine she did hit jobs aswel. If I ever meet her again I will send you her address. Obliviously he had to leave her eventually but like you tried everything to make it work. Regards Joe
Ten year's of trying, stabbed twice in numerous knife attacks, looked down the business end of a 357. Signed up for a dating app and it took 45 minutes to practice a smile. Time to get a life, been 10 days now
As a scripture I remembers says "God has brought you to peace". Sometimes you have to walk away and sometimes you run as an old song says. ...J.D.
I will survive, even though I'm incredibly handsome, the dating app has only produced 2 likes. Decent one is 272 miles away, been in a texting match for 3 days. She's 48.so 12years younger. Mixed race. And hell no I won't post her selfie's.
I post this in all graciousness and caring. We are working with a lady in the reverse situation, so I understand a little. From Psalms 25 Look upon me, have pity on me, for I am alone and afflicted. Relieve the troubles of my heart; bring me out of my distress. Look upon my affliction and suffering; take away all my sins. See how many are my enemies, see how fiercely they hate me. Preserve my soul and rescue me; do not let me be disgraced, for in you I seek refuge. Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; I wait for you, O LORD.
In all the trying, in all the false hopes, in all the promises that it will never happen again, through the blood and crud and cornfields. Sorry you were offended, but I find rest in the Bible. I don't know this group, but I am trying.
My mother would probabily be diagnosed as Bipolar today. Back in the 50-60's no one knew anything about that stuff. She was not violent usually. Just one day "normal" the next day argumentative, and in a nasty mood for nothing. Sometimes lasting for a week or two. Finally just cut her out of my life after my dad died. I had 4 kids and a really sweet wife. Too much drama and disruption. Still have the wife. ...J.D.
@Old dumb arse mate you have stayed the course when many others would have given up, and for that I salute you, but you can only deal with these things for so long My unsolicited advice would be to just chill for a while and enjoy time with and for yourself Things have a habit of turning up when you least expect it and sometimes going out searching is as they say like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire Go out (when we can), do the things you want and like to do, ride your bike, go get a beer, meet up with mates and just selfishly take time for you
My wife and I both had difficult situations growing up, but I was always determined not to pass that on to OUR kids. We absorbed a lot and.did not pass it on. Now our kids think we are "dysfunctional" as my son likes to puts it. Anymore we just live quietly and mind our own business. You never know what your neighbor or friend might be dealing with. ...J.D.
I LOVE MY WIFE. SHE IS THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE. DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE SEE'S IN ME. BUT I SURE AM GLAD. Regards Joe.
That sounds very much like my no.1 psycho - stabbed with knives and scissors, belted over the head with a frying pan, smacked in the mouth while I was dropping me trousers etc etc. I was her no. 3 or 4 can't remember just now...............................;