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Once upon a time, I married the Antichrist. It cost me 5.5 years, a lot of Heartache, $40,000, a house, three dogs, and my Mother. No shit. Wait for the book... :cry:ohmy::rant:

But it wasn't love, the illusion was an ideal, the reality was a nightmare.

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Oh, jeez, Jeff. You and me both. Only I got to keep my mother.

Typical day: I'd go to work like a responsible human being. He'd write bad checks all over town, f*ck underage girls, a couple of trannies, run up such a high coke tab that people would follow us around town trying to kidnap him, someone would get into a fight in our living room and try to throw the other out of our third story apartment window into the parking lot below over $30, I'd lock myself in the closet with the phone and threaten to call the police and somehow, I deluded myself into believing it was the closest thing to love that I ever would get.

And then, one night, trudging home alone in 18 inches of snow, clarity. Effin' clarity. It was over by morning. Hellz yeah.

And it only cost me $40,000 and 2 1/2 years. School of hard knocks--only one I graduated, know what I mean?

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Oh, jeez, Jeff. You and me both. Only I got to keep my mother.

Typical day: I'd go to work like a responsible human being. He'd write bad checks all over town, f*ck underage girls, a couple of trannies, run up such a high coke tab that people would follow us around town trying to kidnap him, someone would get into a fight in our living room and try to throw the other out of our third story apartment window into the parking lot below over $30, I'd lock myself in the closet with the phone and threaten to call the police and somehow, I deluded myself into believing it was the closest thing to love that I ever would get.

And then, one night, trudging home alone in 18 inches of snow, clarity. Effin' clarity. It was over by morning. Hellz yeah.

And it only cost me $40,000 and 2 1/2 years. School of hard knocks--only one I graduated, know what I mean?

:grouphug yeah, sounds like there's a book in there somewhere too.

Reality sure as hell beats the dellusional and the illusions. :X

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Once upon a time, I married the Antichrist. It cost me 5.5 years, a lot of Heartache, $40,000, a house, three dogs, and my Mother. No shit. Wait for the book... :cry:ohmy::rant:

But it wasn't love, the illusion was an ideal, the reality was a nightmare.

Seriously. If you EVER get around to writing that book, it'll be teh awesome.

I have nothing even close to what any of you have. But, I've had my fair share.

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Oh, jeez, Jeff. You and me both. Only I got to keep my mother.

Typical day: I'd go to work like a responsible human being. He'd write bad checks all over town, f*ck underage girls, a couple of trannies, run up such a high coke tab that people would follow us around town trying to kidnap him, someone would get into a fight in our living room and try to throw the other out of our third story apartment window into the parking lot below over $30, I'd lock myself in the closet with the phone and threaten to call the police and somehow, I deluded myself into believing it was the closest thing to love that I ever would get.

And then, one night, trudging home alone in 18 inches of snow, clarity. Effin' clarity. It was over by morning. Hellz yeah.

And it only cost me $40,000 and 2 1/2 years. School of hard knocks--only one I graduated, know what I mean?

I've been there too, babygirl. Lesson learned. I lost everything I owned, just about, over a guy like that.

BUT, the worst thing I have EVER done, was to forsake my own self-esteem for love..never again.

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...I don't think that anything done FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE...can be dumb...

..just the things we do when we THINK it is LOVE...

...these things are delusions/illusions...

To put it in a metaphor...

..when you are bowing to a "False Idol"..

...is there anything you are doing that is NOT stupid?

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...I don't think that anything done FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE...can be dumb...

..just the things we do when we THINK it is LOVE...

But what is the difference between love and thinking it is love?

Are they not the same?

How can one tell if they are truely in love or just feeling in love?

Or do they feel the same?

I see a germ for another thread here.

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But what is the difference between love and thinking it is love?

Are they not the same?

How can one tell if they are truely in love or just feeling in love?

Or do they feel the same?

I see a germ for another thread here.

They are not the same...time will tell....they do feel similar...

I think some one should start thread...1-2-3-NOT IT!

*tags Dir Nister & goes back to work making a NEW BEAT*
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I drove 3 hours one way 2-3 times a month so I could hang out in my ex's scary house and he could either ignore, terrify, or hurt me, and then I drove 3 hours back home. This went on for about 3 years total, with just enough good teased in that I honestly deluded myself into thinking that he loved me. Hahahaha... So I left him, and it was the best thing I could have done.

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