BLOG HOG ALERT! It Feels Like I'm Living With A Pimp!!
I got to thinking the other day and my "relationship" is no different than living with a PIMP. That's right, a PIMP!
1. I pay all living expenses for the both of us with my salary
2. He does the minimal other than labour on the house rennos; which he feels entitles him to 100% of the house; practically all of his wages goes to his "bottom bitch" the Behemoth.
3. He gets sex on demand; his way when and where he wants it
4. He demands control over me and everything else; I am not to "meddle" (aka have any opinion) in his affairs (his first family)
Who else feels like they were NOT signing up to live with their PIMP but it evolved into that??!!
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know how ya feel
know how ya feel
How is the exit strategy
How is the exit strategy coming along? I wish you could get out NOW.
Slowly compiling my "to do"
Slowly compiling my "to do" lists.
I'm a little mad at you for
I'm a little mad at you for letting it go there. You need to bitch slap that SOB and give his ass a one way ticket straight to hell.
Yes I blame myself for being
Yes I blame myself for being the "good" SM all those years. Which translates into doormat city. Which he took COMPLETE advantage of. So now I just plot away my exit.
Being a good SM doesn't
Being a good SM doesn't always turn into being a doormat. This POS just took advantage of a "good woman". I wonder how observant GG is. Will he notice how you're suddenly "organizing" paperwork? Or will he just think it's Spring cleaning?
When I found this site I
When I found this site I realized I wasn't crazy; that my way of traditional parenting was CONFIRMED as the way to go; that GG and the BM were wrong in their guilty/BFF non-parenting.
I used to store the files in the attic. He is clueless when it comes to that. He does ZERO paperwork and just flings forms, taxes, etc. at me to do all the work. He will never notice. Hell he doesn't even get the mail!!
Fortunately I've been allowed
Fortunately I've been allowed to start storing some stuff at work. This exit has to be executed like clockwork; not unlike a "Mission Impossible" scenario.
I am planning everything out to a "T"
Thanks for the offer!!
Sex? Oh my...
Sex? Oh my...