Well, welcome to my first official SG Blog. One thing that I've learned about SG is that it can be delightfully freeing. For God's sake, I posted a picture of my fucking COCK on the internet (AND I LOVED IT(See my pictures))! I'm actually thinking of submitting a set of my own sometime in the future, but that's not what I'm going to drone on about right now. Right now, I want to talk about my relationship with my wife....
My wife and I have come to a split in the road. We both love each other a great deal, but perhaps that is why the Greeks (which, I am one) have 9 or so different words for love. The love we have for each other is not the same love that we had when we first met 11 years ago. I feel the freedom to post this here, b/c I have a certain level of anonymity on SG that I wouldn't have on a FB. Since we moved to this God awful land of cold snow, and colder inhabitants, we have each made our own friends, and we do our own activities-seperately from one and other. The way my Japanese professor describes it (She is also a mother-figure, role-model, and mentor) we have been evolving in seperate bubbles for the last two or so years, and now those bubbles have popped and we're both faced with this person that we're not familiar with anymore.
My wife is in Chicago right now, sleeping with a guy that she met while on vacation last month. Her vacation was only a week, but apparently she moves fast. She has admitted this to me -- but I'm not upset...anymore. I used to be upset, but now I just feel bad for her. I got out a piece of paper this afternoon and tried to figure out how many people she's cheated on me with in the past eleven years and I got frustrated with the negative energy that I was creating for myself with this unproductive task so I stopped at nine, but I know that I didn't finish it either. Now, the interesting part is, that I can imagine if I didn't have enough sexual energy, but TRUST ME I've got plenty of that! I could also imagine if my dick was insufficient in proportion, but I'm in an interesting position on SG that you don't have to take my word for it
(again, see my pics). Neither am I bad at sex...okay, that one you do have to take my word for it (or do you... ) I've never hurt her, I have extreme chivilric rules that 97% of the population doesn't follow...I'm not fat - In fact I'm athletic...still have all my hair...
I could go on. But that pursuit would be just as fruitless as the task that I started earlier. Right now, I have to think about where I'm going with my life. This is one of those decisions that only come up a VERY few times in one's life and I recognize the brevity of the situation. What makes things worse is that I have two BEAUTIFUL boys, one seven, and the other 3 and THEY ARE MY EVERYTHING. They are the blood that corses through my veins. But...
My wife want's to move to Texas (We live in PA now (That's where her new beau lives)) and I don't think that I want to subject myself to that. She wants me to move with her so that I can be close to my boys and so that the two of us can still be "friends."..................
I think I need to get away, though. Away from the situation and away from what once was.
I have no regrets about anything that I've done in my life thus far; I'd do it again, and again, and again and I'm sure that I will be re-living it in my head for a long while.
For the rest of my night, though, I'm going to be designing another tattoo and later - after the kids go to bed, I'm going to see if I can't find the answer to my problems at the bottom of a bottle of ouzo
Peace and love, all...
My wife and I have come to a split in the road. We both love each other a great deal, but perhaps that is why the Greeks (which, I am one) have 9 or so different words for love. The love we have for each other is not the same love that we had when we first met 11 years ago. I feel the freedom to post this here, b/c I have a certain level of anonymity on SG that I wouldn't have on a FB. Since we moved to this God awful land of cold snow, and colder inhabitants, we have each made our own friends, and we do our own activities-seperately from one and other. The way my Japanese professor describes it (She is also a mother-figure, role-model, and mentor) we have been evolving in seperate bubbles for the last two or so years, and now those bubbles have popped and we're both faced with this person that we're not familiar with anymore.
My wife is in Chicago right now, sleeping with a guy that she met while on vacation last month. Her vacation was only a week, but apparently she moves fast. She has admitted this to me -- but I'm not upset...anymore. I used to be upset, but now I just feel bad for her. I got out a piece of paper this afternoon and tried to figure out how many people she's cheated on me with in the past eleven years and I got frustrated with the negative energy that I was creating for myself with this unproductive task so I stopped at nine, but I know that I didn't finish it either. Now, the interesting part is, that I can imagine if I didn't have enough sexual energy, but TRUST ME I've got plenty of that! I could also imagine if my dick was insufficient in proportion, but I'm in an interesting position on SG that you don't have to take my word for it
(again, see my pics). Neither am I bad at sex...okay, that one you do have to take my word for it (or do you... ) I've never hurt her, I have extreme chivilric rules that 97% of the population doesn't follow...I'm not fat - In fact I'm athletic...still have all my hair...
I could go on. But that pursuit would be just as fruitless as the task that I started earlier. Right now, I have to think about where I'm going with my life. This is one of those decisions that only come up a VERY few times in one's life and I recognize the brevity of the situation. What makes things worse is that I have two BEAUTIFUL boys, one seven, and the other 3 and THEY ARE MY EVERYTHING. They are the blood that corses through my veins. But...
My wife want's to move to Texas (We live in PA now (That's where her new beau lives)) and I don't think that I want to subject myself to that. She wants me to move with her so that I can be close to my boys and so that the two of us can still be "friends."..................
I think I need to get away, though. Away from the situation and away from what once was.
I have no regrets about anything that I've done in my life thus far; I'd do it again, and again, and again and I'm sure that I will be re-living it in my head for a long while.
For the rest of my night, though, I'm going to be designing another tattoo and later - after the kids go to bed, I'm going to see if I can't find the answer to my problems at the bottom of a bottle of ouzo
Peace and love, all...