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Translation: They went back to his house so she could meet his penis, they screwed and then they went back to the reunion.he was taking her to his house to "meet his son", then suddenly stopped, said, "my wife might get angry", and left her in the middle of the street alone (according to my wife). She made her way back to the reunion which was at a bar.
Translation: They had sex, and they were both willing participants.she says he kissed her. She denies being an active participant.
He was calling her all week because they had sex.he had been calling her all week despite her telling him to stop. I was pretty pissed about that event, but she started getting belligerent by the time we got home.
What more do you need than that to be convinced there's a lot more going on here than she says?She then tells me that she is in love with 2 men
She's making fun of your bent ****. Nice. I got peyronies too and I get no complaints, in fact I consider it to be my personal G spot detector.Furthermore, she then says derogatory things about my manhood (I have a condition known as Peyronie's Disease--
He's not the problem here, she is.I confronted the guy and told him exactly what kind of scum he was
Don't be so confident, you're only fooling yourself and setting yourself up for more deception and a bigger fall in the future.I am confident was nothing more than kissing, and it was just the reunion weekend.
You seem like you're in denial. You have every reason to complain, just not the reasons you accept.I know that compared to some of the BS here whose spouses were having torrid sex with their AP, I may seem like a whiner.
:wtf:she let her sister essentially pimp her out to a boss that was attracted to her in order for the sister to get promoted,
Just kissing? Yeah, OK. (Really? "Sure I believe you, honey")
But kissing is a PA of a sort, so it was not an EA ONS but a sort of PA.
Why did your wife attack you? Blameshifting...
I am not sure I agree with you.Translation: They went back to his house so she could meet his penis, they screwed and then they went back to the reunion.
Translation: They had sex, and they were both willing participants.
He was calling her all week because they had sex.
What more do you need than that to be convinced there's a lot more going on here than she says?
She's making fun of your bent ****. Nice. I got peyronies too and I get no complaints, in fact I consider it to be my personal G spot detector.
He's not the problem here, she is.
Don't be so confident, you're only fooling yourself and setting yourself up for more deception and a bigger fall in the future.
You seem like you're in denial. You have every reason to complain, just not the reasons you accept.
More like 'in vino stupor' - people talk a lot of garbage when they're drunk. I would try to take those comments with a grain of salt.And Sharkeey, the thing that I think hurt the worst was her comments about being in love with 2 men and also saying she "wanted a man that didn't have Peyronies".
Although she disavowed the statements later and said they were just to hurt me, the doubt and insecurity linger on. She was very drunk when she said that...in vino veritas, perhaps?
No, sorry, I meant attack as in verbally berating you, wittering on about your penile curvyness as if she only just noticed it, and so forth...No, both attacks were when I called the police and was waiting for them to show.
The first (when she kicked me in the chest to knock me over the coffee table), was when she had taken a bunch of pills in a suicide attempt. While waiting for the police/ambulance to show, she indicated she was going for the kitchen knives; I blocker her by putting my body in the way, and she kicked me in the chest (she was sitting on the sofa at the time so that she could raise her leg for the kick) to knock me out of the way.
The second time she was exhibiting some of her psych behavior (displaying some dissociative personality), and I secretly recorded her with the camera in my smartphone. She finally saw that, and hit me with the planter on my head so that she could grab the phone from me. (police were also on the way, again, as I had called them).
Ah! You mean in vino stupidass, not veritas, yes?:smthumbup:More like 'in vino stupor' - people talk a lot of garbage when they're drunk. I would try to take those comments with a grain of salt.
What makes you think you're not #3?And Sharkeey, the thing that I think hurt the worst was her comments about being in love with 2 men and also saying she "wanted a man that didn't have Peyronies".
Although she disavowed the statements later and said they were just to hurt me, the doubt and insecurity linger on. She was very drunk when she said that...in vino veritas, perhaps?
90% of the USA suffers from a psychiatric disorder and needs to be medicated. Either that or they are sex addicts.Welcome to the new millennium.
There are always exceptions that prove the rule.in vino veritas is possibly the most damaging "known" truth ever.
I lied like a pro being drunk, I told complete make up lies just because I felt like it.
OK, sorry I misunderstood.No, sorry, I meant attack as in verbally berating you, wittering on about your penile curvyness as if she only just noticed it, and so forth...
What you wrote right here to me proves she had atleast one affair. Why? The suicide attempt is a clear example. Why do I know? My wife tired to do the samething .No, both attacks were when I called the police and was waiting for them to show.
The first (when she kicked me in the chest to knock me over the coffee table), was when she had taken a bunch of pills in a suicide attempt. While waiting for the police/ambulance to show, she indicated she was going for the kitchen knives; I blocker her by putting my body in the way, and she kicked me in the chest (she was sitting on the sofa at the time so that she could raise her leg for the kick) to knock me out of the way.
The second time she was exhibiting some of her psych behavior (displaying some dissociative personality), and I secretly recorded her with the camera in my smartphone. She finally saw that, and hit me with the planter on my head so that she could grab the phone from me. (police were also on the way, again, as I had called them).