You have some serious patience! I imagine you have weighed things pretty hard. My wife will hang up in the am while traveling, and of coarse needs a sit down breakfast, so we are never first. Once moving, she or I will never be late.Pastor asked me what frustration do you have with your soon to be wife during a premarital session. I said her continual tardiness to everything we do and I mean everything. He smiled. Fast forward to the wedding day 4 o'clock wedding and at 4:15 no bride and everyone wandering around an starting to think she got smart and bailed. Told Pastor give it another few minutes. Silver Grand Maquis slides to a stop outside the church at 4:20 and Pastor looks at me smiles and said I understand your frustration now. Has not changed in 22 years I just move the arrival time up 30 minutes so we get there close to on time.
---Shortly after you completely stop looking for such. I kid you not. That is exactly how it worked for me. Truth-be-told, (and I've stated here previously through the years) I'd 'had it up to here' with gold-digging, scheming, conniving, using, dastardly bitches that I just changed my outlook to "all women can't be trusted AT ALL,,,,, so keep away"..... and then I met My Lady in university. (I was in my mid-30's and focusing on a career-change). She was interested, but I 'didn't trust women' so I kept pushing her away. She kept coming back. I started 'testing' her, and she kept on coming back.Some of you all dont know this, but I recently became single. Short story is she wasnt as ready as she thought she was for a serious fella to step in and be a man.
Great lady. Heart of gold, very smart, gorgeous. Just didnt work.
My next go at a serious relationship is going to love sitting by me in church every Sunday morning, love my little angel like her own, have me as king and her as queen, annoy me by wanting to give me too many blow jobs, asking me to run the smoker or grill regularly, baking me too many tasty treats, and encouraging me to go camping, hunting, and fishing a lot.
If she encourages or joins in whiskey consumption that would suck......
And of course encouraging me to get a Dillion 650 to reload more from shooting so much ammo up. ?
Oh. If not, I will just stay single.
So, anyone wanna make a wager when I will find this unicorn? ?
As with all relationships that last there is give and take. I am patient and in turn she accepts my piles of shooting equipment and the enormous amount of time and money I spend on it. I was gone 3 consecutive weeks last fall hunting and she managed 4 kids and everything else without complaint. An God knows I have other faults that she has managed to live with too. She may not be perfect but might darn close for me.You have some serious patience! I imagine you have weighed things pretty hard. My wife will hang up in the am while traveling, and of coarse needs a sit down breakfast, so we are never first. Once moving, she or I will never be late.
I actually have only kept one friend who cannot be punctual, crap drives me bat shit crazy. A wife is different, but when someone is constantly late, they are more less informing you their time is far more important than yours.
Ex for a reason, lolMy ex would pull the scissors out of the drawer to cut something open.
She'd cut it, leave the cutting and the scissors on the counter directly above the drawer, then close the drawer.
And that was just the tip of the iceberg.
She'd do all of the laundry on the same day and then have it in unsorted, wrinkled piles all over the couch and loveseat.
It would sit there for days.
She'd ask if I would help her do projects and then disappear during the work. She'd be found asleep in the bed.
She had the nerve to fuss about not being able to sleep at night.
Well, it's almost impossible to sleep at night when you take 4-5 hour "naps."
She would complain about me making noise while cleaning the kitchen while she was taking another marathon nap.
She was always too tired to cook, but never too tired to go out to dinner.
She would complain about not having enough money while spending>$1200 per month eating out.
(I'm working 60-80 hours per week)
That doesn't even compare to her credit card usage and then paying the minimum monthly amount and wondering why the fucking balance never got lower.
Had to have the fucking TV on to go to sleep. Meanwhile, I'm trying to rest up for the next day earning money for her to piss away.
She would bitch at me for falling asleep on the couch before bed time. Well, fuck, I suppose 0400 doesn't come all that early.
She would slam dressed drawers and the bathroom door if I was asleep.
She would leave fast food bags in the car. Napkins and straw covers would be just tossed wherever they would land.
There's a cockroach story to this that is just too fucking long to type out on this phone.
She never, ever put the vacuum away and left the cord strung out.
There is much, much more, but I'll end it with something that still makes me laugh.
Against my wishes, she bought my oldest daughter a rabbit. The rabbit cost $24 and my ex said she loved rabbits.
Well, that $24 rabbit cost me almost 1k in vet bills.
Anyhoo, the rabbit (Peanut) fucking hated my ex.
When my ex would walk through the living room, Peanut would attack her and chase her into the bedroom. I've never seen 9 and 12 yr old girls laugh at their mother as much as my girls did. It was a constant source of entertainment.
In fact, the ex started asking if Peanut was inside before she'd come out of the room. Well, as you might suspect, we didn't always tell the truth. ???
I tell my wife to look for a place that she would like to stop, bus she continues to play on her phone. I just continue to drive.One of the things is where to eat when we are traveling. I'll ask her where does she want to eat and she will name a bunch of places. I'm like, I'm familiar with the choices, where the f--k do you want to stop! I can go for long periods of time without eating, drinking or peeing so I try to be considerate and ask her.
Projection! The narcissistic bitch would accuse me of things that she was guilty of doing.Longshot, It doesn't make a fuck, give it your best shot exs or now.
Hopefully the girls are reading all of this shit and learning how to keep their Old Man happy.
Best solution for that, when she says "Where do you want to go for dinner" or "Where are we going," just say, "Guess!" Whatever she says is "Right again!
There is a simple solution for that shit, too.The titty-baby silent treatment, when she's butt hurt.
That's almost as bad as the bitch in Texas trying to turn her son into a girl. True story.This is just one incident of my wife doing something that REALLY pissed me off to the point I didn't speak to her all day. Don't remember if this was April Fools Day or just some random shit she did to troll me. Anyways, about 3 years or so ago my wife thought it would be cute and funny to take our sons to the salon and have their hair done in pompadours. Needless to say I was not a happy camper when I first laid eyes on that.