Marriage Story - The entitlement of women....

Because he wouldn't offer to throw his life away to pick a flower for her.

She is a child.

I am so sad by how a lot of glp men view women. I agree...there is a lot of pressure on men. I think that in marriage, wives and husbands get complacent. Don't see what they have...don't appreciate what they have. This wife in particular just had her eyes opened as to what her husband really does for her and how he truly feels. It was a wake up call. She's not evil and horrible like so many are saying....she just needed to truly see what she has. A gift.

Total shit and written by a man to bash women. If anyone touched my stomach during my crampy girl time I'd punch them in the face! That doesn't help cramps, if it had said rubs back not belly then maybe. Also what a crock of shit! I hate romantic crap. What kind of lady has favorite bread and milk? Like seriously what the fuck is that? Don't even get me started on how she is so dumb she cannot manage the computer without him! Biggest piece of shit I ever read!

They'd much rather hear your puny, bullshit melodramatic lies than to have to acknowledge the things you're doing for them, day in day out, let alone listen to one fucking minute of your sound reason or logic about anything.

There's no way to tell these cunts anything. Do it in a loving manner and they'll trample all over you and take your kindness for weakness. Do it in a more severe way and you've just opened yourself a can of horrible, disproportionate emotional/mental abuse.

I had less problems training two adult neglected and abused german shepherds than I had doing everything I possibly could for my broken, hormonally disturbed, personality disordered ex-girlfriend.

It's like she wanted or at least expected me to abuse her and tell her lies, which I obviously refused every single time. Never ever have I laid so much as a finger on her, or called her names or whatever. I only stood up for myself verbally with sound arguments and logic when her behaviour was absolutely unacceptable. She had no issue calling me the most horrendous things, telling outright lies and even attacking me physically.

When I told her that I couldn't take her abusive behaviour anymore, that I wasn't going to allow her to walk all over me and turn me into a mindless slave of my love for her, she attacked me from behind when I was on my way out in the most callous and calculated way imaginable. She took the expensive gift I just gave her for Christmas, a piece of antique weighing about 20 pounds, and hit me on the head with it. She could've easily broken my skull and I had blood gushing out of a gash the size of a man's index finger that required 15 stiches later on.

When I asked her what on earth was wrong with her for doing such a thing, she started laughing uncontrolably like a raving lunatic, while she proceded to throw all of the stuff I bought her into the hall-way.

Needless to say, I'm fucking done with the ladies. No more for me. That cunt really broke me.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

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This stupid cunt , almost dumped a great man , this story is fucking repulsive. I would have divorced this ungrateful bitch in a blink of a eye.

Whats up with women and all this entitlement ?

Thank you capitalism and consumerism.

When what we achieve and value through our livelihoods becomes disposable and easily replaceable, then so becomes our livelihoods and the relationships that sustain them - disposable and easily replaceable.

The veil that shows the grass is greener on the other side is sutured on.

Sounds like something out of one of those Christian rags. Fiction. Who would pose a question like that about the flower on the cliff. And suddenly this cold guy turns into Shakespeare? Not buying it...

Maybe the woman has decided shes the one to be doing all the getting according to her own standards, not his?
Thats usually the case.
Women decide what and when the men needs and not what the man wants, which isnt giving in any real way at all.
Women have become infantilized adults with demands and no obligations.

What is it with women and drama.

Nothing. You are just buying into propaganda bs.

What is wrong with a guy that does not want to give a little affection. Affection and sex is not the same. We need love and we need to know we are loved. Just as a man need love, and most think love is a blow job or sex. Get with the program men and learn to give a hug and bring us a lousy flower once in a while.

This shit right here pisses me off.
Whiskey and porn are VASTLY superior to ANY woman.

While I understand there is a disturbing trend of people making "woman bashing" threads on GLP the last couple of years ... it's not all propaganda.

Men in vast numbers are feeling disenfranchised and starting to realize that, in general, women have forsaken their end of the social contract with marriage. "Women need men like a fish needs a bicycle" is reinforced when young women can easily leave the father of their child with no problem because the state will subsidize her and then take 1/5 of the father's income to give it to her. This is still relying upon the father and the taxpayer but gives her the illusion that she's "strong and independent".

Men are discovering more and more each passing day that the risk to benefit ratio of participating in the marriage contract rarely, if ever, works out in their favor. Hell, not just "their favor" but usually much to their disadvantage.

So, it's not hard to understand why so many men are disillusioned and feel like they were cheated out of a basic human right: To not die alone.

This is going to foment bitterness and a broken heart and men, in general, deal with those two emotions by lashing out at what they perceive as the source of those hurts.

So, I think "propaganda" is not only a stretch, but a refusal to empathize with half the population's needs and feelings.