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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-58784444437372005712017-01-30T14:31:00.000-08:002017-01-30T14:31:01.983-08:00ForgivnessAt this end, you win. I strongly doubt you have won what you truly want. I strongly doubt you have won what you need. I doubt this win will leave you feeling the arousal you felt upon signing over the paperwork on the house with your second husband. I doubt you will feel the same arousal you felt on winning the legal battle with your first husband. I have no doubts there will be times you will lay awake at night with the angry words going through your mind.<br />
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I have no doubts you will lay awake with the recriminations playing again and again. I have no doubt you go through wondering what went wrong and why things couldn’t have been better. It does not matter how many sleepless nights you go through. I won’t be there, ever. I won’t tell you anything will be alright. I won’t tell you that anything can be repaired. I won’t tell you that you are forgiven, I won’t tell you yet.<br />
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I won’t tell you I would want to be friends or stay in contact. It will end. It will be final. You will have to live with the scars you created for the rest of your life. You will live with the person you truly were, and that person was very ugly through and through. I truly hope you find your win at least as bitter for you to accept as the loss is for me to accept.<br />
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Among so many men in the world, I truly never deserved the way you treated me. I truly never deserved to be lied to. I truly never deserved for you to take advantage of my kindness and integrity so that you could have more enjoyment in your vacation. In the end, I never deserved to have someone like you to come in my life to hurt me emotionally and financially. This is your win Ms. LeTourneauAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-28944777095595414382017-01-23T14:29:00.000-08:002017-01-23T14:29:09.099-08:00Money RecoveryIf I could have filed a lawsuit against you to recover that money, I absolutely would have. I truly believe you became low-life scum because of that action. You will never have the chance to change that perception of you. You will never know a moment in your life where I feel you had any entitlement to that money. It doesn’t matter what you tell yourself. It doesn’t matter how many friends tell you differently. It does not matter what other people tell you.<br />
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The real truth is that it was because of you that I collapsed emotionally. The real truth is that you are a person who did lie to me. You are a person who displayed no compassion of any sort to what I felt and what I went through. You will be that person for the remainder of your life. You will be that person in the afterlife. It is something that you cannot change now.<br />
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You cannot change it because you win through your stubbornness to try in any way shape or form to be a better person. You win because you refuse to show real integrity in regards to this money. You win because you lowered yourself to changing stories and telling lies. You win because I am tired of asking you to be a decent person. I am tired of asking you to do what is morally right. I am tired of asking you to give consideration to my thoughts and feelings.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-90090317288813129802017-01-15T14:28:00.000-08:002017-01-15T14:28:03.379-08:00Message for SulpiciaYou Win, I Lose. I am just simply tired of asking for you to do what is morally right to do. I am tired of repeating myself against your stubbornness. I am tired of trying to communicate my side to you when you simply refuse to acknowledge anything. This is a complete and final end. You won’t get a chance to apologize for taking advantage of me the way that you did. You won’t get to apologize for lying to me. You won’t get to apologize for the broken promises.<br />
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You won’t get to apologize for anything you ever said or did. You will not be forgiven for lying to me. You will not be forgiven for taking money from me that you knew you never had a right to take. You have always known that I sent you money for the plane ticket. You have always known you used that ticket to travel to Mexico for your own personal vacation while my son and I were left to struggle financially. It doesn’t matter now what you change your story to say.<br />
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I know the truth that you always knew what that money was for. The remainder of your life, you will live with telling the lies that you told. The remainder of your life, you will live with the knowledge that you hurt someone so deeply that he was left collapsed emotionally. The remainder of your life, you will live with the knowledge that that same man hates and despises you every bit as much as you claim to hate your first husband. You should know that the people who know me and care about me were shocked that anyone could treat me the way that you did.<br />
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You should know that some of those same people hate and despise you even more than I do because of what you did to me. You should always know that I am not the only person who strongly believes you are morally bankrupt. You will not have the opportunity to change that. When it comes to my friends and I, you will not have the opportunity to say that you are a decent person. You will never have the opportunity to say that you have a kind and caring heart.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-26761172087183637402017-01-12T14:23:00.000-08:002017-01-12T14:23:00.013-08:00Broken Promises<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok, look at the broken promises. She promised to communicate. She stopped communicating. She promised to not be controlling. She expected me to do exactly what she wanted and stopped communicating because I didn’t (what I did was keep trying to communicate with her). She promised to treat me well. She treated me like crap, which led to my emotional breakdown. She promised to be honest with me beyond normal. She failed completely in that promise.<br />
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Right now that woman has no redeeming qualities. It is my sincere hope that she never enters into another relationship with a man. I sincerely hope there is not another man on this earth who has to endure her as myself, her ex-husband, and so many others already have. It is my sincere hope that the truth about her excessively ugly nature becomes revealed to all of her friends and that they know her for what she truly is. The woman who uses (or used) the handle Sulpicia has no redeeming qualities. Maybe she wants to be a good person, but she has a lot of work to do in order to be anything resembling a good person.<br />
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She has a lot of making up to do to all the men she has willingly and knowingly hurt without any signs of remorse. I know I am not the only one. For me, returning the money that she has absolutely no right to keep would be a huge sign toward showing that she is capable of basic human decency. Maybe the only woman any man should ever trust is a prostitute. At least they are honest enough to admit to a man that they will fuck him for his money.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-22552428987296471662016-12-17T14:05:00.000-08:002017-01-12T14:06:53.964-08:00Buyer BewareI used to think her ex-husband was a true cad for asking for a divorce from her while she was recovering from neck surgery. I understand now. When she first left, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he realized that she was that weight. That she was crushing him as surely as a mountain would. He was so suffocated that he had to be free from her.<br />
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He couldn’t bear the thought of spending another day with her, and so he did what he had to do in order to get free from this woman who had nearly ruined the man that he truly was. I wish her parents could know everything she did. I wish they could know all of the lies. I wish they could know all of the torment her ex-husband went through. I wish they could know how she used and took advantage of a man within months of him losing his wife.<br />
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Then they could know they completely failed in raising in a decent human being. They could know that what they raised is a liar who has no remorse about taking advantage of decent men. There is a reason she had that smackdown last summer where she was told angrily that she didn’t know how to love. Once again, another man has learned the harsh lesson of what a horrible person she is.<br />
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As for what she lied about. She said her cell phone bill went up just over $1000 due to calls between her and I. She used silence to lie about taking money from me that indirectly funded her trip to Mexico. When I asked for it back, she told me the cell phone bill was over $3000. Is there anything she ever said that could be the truth? I don’t think so, once a liar, always a liar. Is that enough proof? Probably not.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-16338227026275063632016-12-05T14:05:00.000-08:002017-01-12T14:05:19.498-08:00The LiarI wish every man in the world (especially Canada, especially in or visiting the Northwest Territories) could know what her ex-husband and I know. We know that she is unworthy of a relationship with any man. She will tell people that she is not controlling, but you better do exactly what she says, exactly when she says it, and exactly the way she wants it done or she will be sure to make sure you pay dearly.<br />
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I wish that people would give her (and others like her) their voice of disapproval and let her know that there is nothing acceptable about her behavior. There is nothing acceptable about treating people badly just because they don’t do what you tell them to do. There is nothing acceptable about lying to people. There is nothing acceptable about taking advantage of a person going through grief in the loss of a spouse. I guess it won’t really happen that way though. She is just smart enough and willing to lie enough to make people think she is the victim.<br />
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I guess if getting away with abusing someone emotionally makes one a victim. Then she is a victim. If taking money from someone who is emotionally distraught makes a person a victim. Then she is a victim. If using men only for her own self serving purposes makes someone a victim, then she is a victim. Otherwise, she is only a liar who refuses to acknowledge what she has done wrong to others in her life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-21947911151379745912016-11-27T14:03:00.000-08:002017-01-12T14:04:36.210-08:00Sulpicia BlogsThe entire world should know that Sulpicia, writer of Sulpiciapastfuture and Sulpicav3 blogs is a liar. The entire world should know that she does not have a shred of human decency. She is a woman who took advantage of a man within months of him losing his wife to long term illness. She took money from him which she admittedly used indirectly toward her vacation to Mexico.<br />
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She is a woman who knew for months, maybe as much as a year that she had hurt him deeply, and yet she did nothing. She is a woman who learned that she caused him to endure an emotional collapse, and yet she did nothing. He sent her a full heartfelt apology. She replied by telling him she hoped he would get over his issues and his shit.<br />
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After more than a year, they did try to talk. She said she apologized for hurting him, but then went on to say she did not have to apologize for anything she said, or anything she did. What then, did she apologize for? What is the value of her apology if she is so certain she did nothing wrong?<br />
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What is the value of her apology when it took 13 months for her to say anything? When she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what she had done to him. I wish every one of her friends really knew what a despicable example of a person she truly is. I doubt she would have many friends left if they knew her for what she really is.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-19973148568485815842015-08-27T02:35:00.000-07:002015-08-27T02:35:00.307-07:00Procrastination<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have a bunch of simultaneous deadlines and I'm looking at very late nights and very early mornings for the immediately foreseeable future. So of course I decide it's the perfect time to dick around with my blog header. Do we like it? Do we hate it? I don't know. I'm sure I could kill another hour with futzing and zhushing but then I'd really be hurting when 5 a.m. rolls around. Next up: procrasturbation. You know, the act of masturbating in procrastination.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-14062230257037344342015-07-29T02:27:00.000-07:002015-07-29T02:27:22.131-07:00Sex on The BeachIs the name of a cocktail, and an extremely enjoyable activity, as we found out last week. We met and walked down a stony path to a secluded beach that I have known for years, surrounded by cliffs, and known locally as an informal ‘clothes optional’ venue. We arrived early and picked our spot as the tide was going down. I stripped off first. She was wearing nothing under her sun dress, and it soon came off as we stood, facing each other, feeling the sensuous twins of gentle breeze and strong sunshine on our naked bodies.<br />
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Slowly, gently and sensuously, we massaged oil onto each others' bodies. “I have never done this before,” she said, “being naked on a beach.” I think it is one of life’s most wonderful pleasures and it was great to introduce her to the sensation. “I feel so horny,” she added as she kneeled in front of me and took gently my cock in her mouth. I stroked her hair, occasionally looking around to check that we were still alone.<br />
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The freighters anchored out in the bay probably had their high resolution telescopes trained on us. I stopped her before I came and we stood, naked, kissing on that deserted beach, hearing the sounds of the waves crashing. My finger found her very moist pussy. “You’re not going to give me a knee trembler?” she asked. I didn’t reply, but she soon had her answer, as her knees buckled under her and I had to hold her up as she came, the first of many times that day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-90572311865306361482015-02-18T06:37:00.001-08:002015-02-18T06:37:35.244-08:00Man’s Libido<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A man’s libido starts declining from about the age of 19 (I understand that a woman's libido reaches a peak between the ages of 35 to 45). I have been lucky in that my decline seems to have been very slow, but I know it’s there. In a way, I can enjoy sex more now, because I don’t need it so often, so I can store up the energy for a week and then the release is so much more intense.<br />
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Now, believe this if you will! Back in 1997 I kept a diary. That year we had been married for 27 years, and my wife and I fucked 87 times, she gave me a hand job eight times, we did anal sex twice and I wanked on my own 47 times. That means I came 144 times (nearly three times a week). And don’t worry, I only kept that diary for a year (well, four years, actually, but looking back, the statistics don’t vary much between 1994 and 1997).<br />
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I have no idea what the figures would be now, and I don’t want to keep a similar diary. But last week was pretty good. My mistress and I fucked once (well, a lot of times actually in the couple of hours we had, but it was on one occasion and I only came once), my wife and I fucked once and I masturbated once. Maybe I can still remember the man I was 13 years ago :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-27244995038768341182014-09-03T04:06:00.000-07:002014-09-03T04:06:00.287-07:00Receiving Oral SexI am like so many other men and can freely admit that I enjoy receiving oral sex. I did write one post regarding someone who did something that really left an impression on me here. That was just one little aspect though. There is so much more. I think the things I find most pleasurable are normal among men. Naturally there will be some deviation among men, just like there is deviation among women in what they find most pleasurable. That is natural.<br />
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So what this is about is what I enjoy. I hope the descriptions are sufficient that as you read this, you really do understand and if you are a woman, do these for your man, and if a man, express this to your partner. First of all, there is no one way that just works. When I was younger and a gentle breeze was enough to get me aroused maybe. But I am quiet evolved past that point.<br />
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After a certain amount of time and interaction, there are scars on the inside as well as pleasant memories. Both of those combine to make me into something new and unique and no longer the same as I was as a teenager. The most effective way to get me truly hard, truly aroused, and able to thoroughly let go of everything but the moment is to get into my mind. This blog is not sufficient to describe all that it takes to get into my mind. But I can at least share some insight for ways to get into my mind that should be useful with others.<br />
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Be into it. Seriously. Don't treat giving a man oral sex as a favor to him. If you don't enjoy it, or you are not really into it, it will show. Treat it is as something you really do want to do. As something that arouses you, makes you wetter and hotter. Revel in the power you have over him through the attention focused mostly on one part of his body. Whatever it is that works for you, that makes you enjoy giving oral sex, then open yourself to that and let it show to the man you are sucking.<br />
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Don't be a porn star about it. Maybe that works for some guys, but not me. Porn is fun to watch, but it comes across as so fake. I don't want fake in my sex life. I think there are very few people who would ever say they want sex to be fake in some way (toys may be excluded from that statement).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-23265073081829065282014-08-01T08:55:00.000-07:002014-08-01T08:55:00.568-07:00Remembering<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recently I remembered exactly why I was so drawn to her, and why I wanted her so much as I did. Then I was reminded what it is about her that I do not like. I am going back to what I once said in a previous post. I do not believe she understands what love is, and I do not believe she really understands what it means to care about another human being.<br />
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I won't tell her not to read my blog anymore. It may be time to close the door here and open another door (or window) elsewhere. I am working on rebuilding, and for my loyal readers and more, I will provide an update on where to find me.<br />
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She can hide in such a way that I would never know if she is reading. Maybe that is what she prefers or maybe not... I dont know what to think anymore. For now, the Dom is back in his quiet room. Probably reading a good erotic book. The weak one is wearing his chains and locked in his room. I doubt he will be allowed to come back out anytime soon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-69601089905497130722014-07-15T05:45:00.001-07:002015-07-29T02:24:48.043-07:00Things ChangeWhen sand has been changed to glass. It will not go back to being sand. When wheat has changed to bread. It will never be wheat again. When fruit has ripened. It can never again be a flower. A child born. Cannot return to the womb. Most of these are excerpts from something I read this morning that put me in a thoughtful frame of mind. All my life has been about changes and going through changes and being changed. It made me aware that I have been fighting some of those changes. Even after the change has reached a point that it cannot be undone.<br />
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I guess it is time to accept those changes. But at the same time, to be proactive and make positive changes that I have direct control or influence over. It won't happen overnight, just as a garden vegetable will not happen overnight, it is a process and will take time to grow into what it will be. I will need time to continue growing and changing and becoming still something new and different, and yet still me. There are still questions though. Questions that still fall within this context. For example. When a relationship has become broken to the point of no communication what should you do? Going to luxury escorts isn't a solution for every situation.<br />
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Can any part of it become unbroken? So far my experience has shown me a resounding no on that question. I honestly wish it was not like that. But that is the way it has been for me. This question is in reference to a relationship I have never mentioned on this blog, and I will not describe it further. But I sincerely hope that what was broken can be unbroken. There are still other thoughts about changes going on in me. One of those relates to forgiveness. That topic may or may not become its own post. I have too much in my mind to write it out at this time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-29710496448581911752014-01-07T06:11:00.000-08:002014-07-02T06:11:52.298-07:00I Don't Want Her Here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGicICIQau2RG9GrtEf8-0LgE39f0x-B7ln_SHdSB-lxWDp1feyTw5DVMgasZ90D2yiKYmUjDAnWfdbmyKIG1HitzOOlpJx7WC0fUtd0BA-TOISOqms8yqPFXQiB3EI3o8OzMOyFeTOd0/s1600/Alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGicICIQau2RG9GrtEf8-0LgE39f0x-B7ln_SHdSB-lxWDp1feyTw5DVMgasZ90D2yiKYmUjDAnWfdbmyKIG1HitzOOlpJx7WC0fUtd0BA-TOISOqms8yqPFXQiB3EI3o8OzMOyFeTOd0/s1600/Alone.jpg" /></a><br />
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I do not want her here at my blog. Nor do I want her to respond because I have come to believe that she does not understand what love is, and that she does not have any understanding of what it means to care for another human being.<br />
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I have no trust or faith in her and I do not want her to be able to ever reach in and cut me again like she has done so many times. My trust in her is so low that I would not even accept an apology from her unless she offered proof of her sincerity first. I cannot believe she is either capable or willing to offer anything that resembles proof.<br />
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I can only believe she would offer excuses and justifications for her actions and words. I have no interest in why she felt justified in cutting into me as she did. I have no interest in her excuses for not being able to love and care for someone despite her words that she did.<br />
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I felt the caustic sting of her words in a place where she claimed she would not hurt others. Yet she would claim she cared about me? I once thought that maybe she was done intentionally hurting me, but I was wrong. She had her means and methods to continue to dig in and cut into my heart.<br />
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Getting past what she had done to me was no easy task in light of other trials I faced. So if I say that I am not past it, I am probably not lying to myself or anyone else. I did send her a note to let her know she is forgiven. I do mean that. I asked her in that note not to respond. So far she has not. I once asked her not to read this blog. I have not seen evidence that she reads it, though I suspect she would find a way to learn what is written here through other means.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-57635513293453090332013-08-03T05:50:00.000-07:002014-07-02T05:53:24.403-07:00The Third DayI call this blog my dark trails. It is primarily about the things that have happened in my life that I consider dark. It is about the things I have done in response to that darkness. I know I am capable of writing about very titillating sexual stories. I have not written many of those lately because sex has not come from the dark side of me. Some of the stories I wrote did not come from that dark side, but they still happened during times of darkness in my life.<br />
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On that third day. I had reached the end of my ability to stand. I had been completely crushed and broken. She once said she did not take things lightly and that she really did care for me. But in the light of that day when I went from standing on my feet, to collapsed on the floor without any strength in my body, my mind, or even in my heart, I cannot believe she cared at all about me. For a month she dictated all of the terms of the relationship.<br />
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Thoroughly breaking her promise to not be controlling with me. She did not display anything that resembled caring about what I thought about what she was doing. She never once indicated she cared how I felt about what she was doing. There was only her being in control of all aspects of the relationship and sending me the message that I would either deal with it or pay dearly. It was only one of the promises that she broke though. There were others, and she broke those promises just as surely as the one mentioned here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2478208330490317638.post-28977118589724277592013-07-02T05:48:00.000-07:002014-07-02T05:53:53.088-07:00One Year AgoOne year ago today. I collapsed. I had no strength in my body, my mind, or in my heart. I fell to the floor, alone in my house. There was no capability in me to get back up. There was no capability to stop the tears that were flowing freely from my body.<br />
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Those tears were not enough to cleanse the pain and anguish out of me that had led me there. It was the second time it had happened within the space of a week. The results were still the same. Through the course of a month I had been beaten and battered. I never suspected she could be like that, and could not see it even when it was right in front of me.<br />
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The first collapse came three days before she delivered the final crushing blow and the second came three days after those final words. I had no idea she was capable of such a level of cruelty as she displayed. For three days I still stood. But on the third day that crushing blow came back to roost.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918479486831305753noreply@blogger.com0