WDT 8/16/13. As always the entire WDT is NSFW. Wah.

I so chose the wrong song for my wedding march. Crazy Bitch all the way. NSFW language!

The best part is when the first f-bomb is dropped the dad in the front turns around and tries to cover his son's ears. Then when the first bitch comes out he turns around like, "What the hell?" If you watch it long enough, you also get to see her do some bump and grind action.

We are going out tomorrow with friends and I made the mistake of looking at the menu online while hungry and now I want all the food.

Do I need to post the obligatory "I'm not fat" statement after the other thread?

And Rush, you didn't say anything about the naked man ass in that video. Why would you leave that out?

 

If she was trying to control how you pissed I can only imagine that every other aspect of your life was fair game too. Holy shit, it doesn't get more controlling than that.

 

You should have taken it to the next level and made her wipe your ass too. A slow mind game where you turn the crazy back on her.

 

Celebrate, Sack, because that exchange demonstrates so much fucking crazy.

 

Hoooooooooo-ly shit.

I'm surprised she didn't say at the end of that conversation "I also want you to wear this dress. You're a faggot now." Sit down to pee? That's what cell mates say to their bottom-bunk-bitch. What is her damage?

In what fucked-up world does anybody think they reserve the right to tell their Other Half what to do? If my wife and I do it even ACCIDENTALLY it's met with scorn and eye-daggers. I don't feel as sorry for you now as I do lucky. Still, any breakup of any kind is wretched and painful.

 

How do you feel about fake vaginas?

 

You should try lawyering. Hey wait.

 

So does this mean the whole, "I don't need a BMW to prove to the world I have a giant penis" was part of her controlling you, or was that the real Sack coming through.
I'm fuzzy on these details.

 

You should start a Giant Penis Privilege blog. It's a thing.

 

So, last night I was sitting on the train around 1am on my way home from work. I was reading, and had forgotten to put my headphones in to ward off people talking to me. A few stops after this woman sat down next to me, she taps me on the shoulder and says "Hey, can I say something to you?" Which is something I've learned only leads to things I don't want to hear, but once they've asked it I'm going to end up listening to whatever they have to say no matter how I respond to that. I try to just ignore her anyway, but then she leans in real close and whispers in my ear:

"I want to see what your pussy looks like."

And I look at her. And I look back at my book. And I saw the only thing I could think so say. "Um. Okay." And try my best to pretend that she no longer exists until she gets off a few stops later. She never says anything else. As far as I could tell she wasn't even creepily staring at me or anything. She just returned to commuting mode, staring into space in front of her.

And this wasn't like some crazy drunk and/or homeless woman. She was totally normal, wearing business casual or maybe even some kind of (non fast food) uniform. So it was just extra out-of-the-blue when it comes to that type of stuff.

And the REALLY weird part - as if it wasn't weird on its own - was that since I've gotten back to the city, I guess I've had to re-acclimate to breathing toxic air all the time or something, because my eyes have been really watery and red and I've been sniffling and sneezing all the time. But at the time it was just being teary-eyed and it definitely looked like I had been crying. So, to say something like that to someone anytime is declassé on its own, but to tell that to someone who looks like their dog just died? Did she...did she think it was going to make me feel better...?

 

I think that it's awfully sweet that she went with you instead.

 

And then what happened?

 

...so where does the story go from here?

 

i dunno, on some Chuck Palahniuk-esque level, that seems kinda sweet.

 

Sack - sorry to hear what you went through, but happy that you sound like you are in a good place about it. In my experience, one of the hardest parts about a break up is to stop kicking yourself in the ass because of your presumed deficiencies despite the blaring obvious fact that the other party was at fault to (or certifiably insane as in your case). Hopefully you've moved out of Nebraska.