Broken Promises

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.

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.

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.

Buyer Beware

I 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.

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.

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.

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.

The Liar

I 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.

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.

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.

Sulpicia Blogs

The 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.

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.

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?

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.

Procrastination

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.

Sex on The Beach

Is 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.

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.

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.

Man’s Libido

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.

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).

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 :)