Female SBs on this Thread
For the record, my view is:
1. USASG is to facilitate an exchange of views among men.
2. The SB in question is a provider and this is a consumer's thread.
3. The requisite experience to contribute to the thread is missing.
Let's see how it goes.
Emotional involvement.the two edged sword
Becoming E-involved with my SB is what precipitated my mess. I HAD to see her and spent way too much time doing so, therefore increasing exposure. When you spend 28 % of your life with someone it's hard to hide that fact. After it all came out I hustled up the road to spend the afternoon with my SB. This falls under the category of "begging to get caught ".again, but I am seriously addicted to her. She even told me that although she loves me I am not her forever guy, that she couldn't see herself bringing Gramps home to Mama and friends. (my word, not hers) Even so I am willing to throw caution to the wind.
This sounds like an aquaintance who was a recovering Heroin addict. He said that the high is like nothing he has ever felt before and would do anything to experience it.over and over again to the exclusion of his health, wellbeing and financial security.
So my brothers and sister, tread carefully when you are falling for your SB. It is unbelievable but OH so dangerous.
Breaking up is hard to do
[QUOTE=JoesParty;1459052]Case in point: I have a situation where I'd like input from both sides here. I'll even state the question up front: Am I being cruel here? Do I owe my baby more?[/QUOTE]Maybe to some readers surprise, I actually agree with everything that's been posted in response to this. In person break-ups are challenging at best and with a Nando 1, you're really just begging for it to go badly. You weren't with her that long, so I think you did exactly what would be considered reasonable with the email. I also agree with not engaging in the back and forth email chain with her. It's just an opportunity for it to get messy.
I would like to highlight my caveat "you weren't with her that long." For those of you who like the long-term thing, I think you have to handle the break-up a little more gently. Mostly because the SB probably will have all of your information and well a woman scorned can be a really bad thing. For this case, in person and honesty would be my advice.
Joe, the thing I would like to commend you on is that you provided an ending. A lot of SD's and SB's (myself included) are prone to just disappearing which leaves all sides wondering and that's not cool. So, good job and don't feel bad. You did more than what a lot do.
Mandy
Not quite the silver lining I was looking for
Brothers,
I knew the time would come when it would be over with my ATF, and I believe that time is here. I have had minimal and what I would term "cordial" replies to my cheery texts, asking if we might meet on such and such a day for lunch and sex, which is not her normal operating procedure. Never verbose, she nonetheless manages to distill a great deal of enthusiasm into her replies. This, added to the fact that I think we have not been together for almost a month, and even a blind man could see the end near at hand.
I just don't understand how it could have gone from her offering me a key to her apartment to this, but as I have said many times, they are a quixotic breed, these little babies. I will miss her painfully, do in fact now miss her painfully, but I know I will get over it eventually. I know it had no real future, I just wanted it to go on a little longer.
In the silver lining department, I just spent the day moving my younger daughter and her roommate into a new apartment not more than four blocks from, wait for it, my ATF's new place. In fact, we drove the truck right by her building, and I saw her bike parked outside! Now I know this is a wrinkle that could have been ironed out so as to avoid any Dad-spotting by my daughter, but I might have been too jumpy when in the neighborhood to be able to enjoy my time there. Kinda would have defeated the whole point of being off the home radar if another airport picks you up instead.
Oh well, I still have Polo and my British baby, but in all truthfullness, I'm just feeling supremely bummed out right now. Scottie is far less emotional than I am, and even he is depressed.
My confidants, I may need you in the next week or so!
Peace,
Scott
Depression meds all around!
Damn, this has been deflating if not a depressing thread here lately. Nando and his baby being exposed by the discovery of the burner phone by the war dept. And the egg shells he must now be walking on. Then Lit and Mandy going at one another back and forth. Now Scott gets the hand writing from the wall, via the ATF. Geesh, I can't take any more of this news fellows.
My condolences to Nando and Scott on their recent emotional upheaval. No doubt this would be tough. But as the saying does go,"this too shall pass", although not always as soon or as easily as we would like.
Regarding the into of the female voice on the thread. I think Mandy has added some by her opinions and input, but I do think that it has changed the tenor of the thread as well. Having been one who attended an all male school before attending co-ed participation; there is just a difference when the opposite sex is involved in the discourse of the day. However, since I am not a major contributor on this thread I have no strong vote one way or the other, but just acknowledging that there is a difference.
Long time coming, I guess
Chi,
You are right that it has been a source of heartache and anxiety for me for some time, and I can imagine a day not too far off when I will feel a sense of relief that the uncertainty is over. I can also imagine a day when I feel pissed as hell, and I'm kind of looking forward to that day. Right now, it's just sadness. I will need to be on my guard with the next few babies that I don't try and make them into the replica of my ATF. I can imagine that would be scary to them if I come on too strong.
It's a sunny, beautiful day, and I'm heading in to the office to be alone with paperwork, which is probably a good thing.
Moving on,
Scott