Hokumstock
Don Juan
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I have a doozy of a story to tell, but while I understand tough love please keep in mind I've been suicidal for the last couple weeks, so I implore you not to be too hard on me.
So in short, my mom's nuts, that's really what it always comes back to. So insane people are always drawn to me. I've had a lot of relationships but most often (especially the longer ones) are with crazy girls.
I dated a histrionic, multiple bi-polars, at least one borderline who just about destroyed my life, a girl with a brain tumor (which made her breaats grow and lactate) and a bunch of girls I don't even know what their problem was.
Every time the same **** happens. I start out thinking she's perfect, she eventually becomes abusive in some way, she cheats on me and leaves me, I fall into a horrible depression and then after I move on she pops back up begging me to take her back.
My latest relationship was such a spectacularly insane ****up you'll be certain I'm insane.
So after the borderline left me penniless in the middle of no where I feared I'd never love or trust again. Every girl after her I would compare to the idealized vision I had of her. This lead to a period of unbridled "success" at dating but because of my hangups I felt more alone than when I was alone.
See here's the real issue with me, if the girl's not a virgin I lose all respect for her, can't say I love her and feel gross cuddling with her. This is a morality thing, I don't care if she's a widow or rape victim, it's about her making poor decisions.
A little over a year ago a new girl comea along and she has some issues but I very quickly fall completely in love with her. She's 20, but she's a very beautiful virgin because she got sucked into some tumblr nonsense and started identifying as a boy, going so far as to change her legal name to a male one and start taking testosterone. I tell her she's a beautiful girl and in that one conversation she reverses everything she said about being a guy, starts growing her hair out, wearing dresses and make up again and we start sort of dating. We talk constantly. Her parents won't let her stop taking the testosterone though. After a year I agree to come up and just take her away from her issues and the embarrassment of her identity crisis and move in together and get married. So I drive across the country and bring her back. Problems?
Nonr between us at the time. We had not a single fight through the whole relationship. All while we were together she was loving and sweet and supportive at all times.
Then I get arrested one day. Oh. She wasn't 20, she was 17. That's still over the age of consent in both states so some of the charges are kind of light, but all those picturea and videos she sent me are now by the slimmest technicality child porn. "But she said she was 20!" "Where?" "Well it only came up when we started talking, really... She had a full time job..."
So my life's really quite over from my perspective. Judge doesn't like me I could get life (17 felonies) on the other end this is the first time i've been in trouble, none of my charges are violent and there's miles of mitigating factors. But at the end of the day... I'm probably being sent home as a sex offender. I feel like I'll never be able to attract another quality woman with that label.
So all this time what's been keeping me going was the idea that this girl was different. Our love was real and when this was all over we'd still end up married. But I couldn't reach out to her because of a no contact order. So I could only watch and wait. I tried putting a bunch of public stuff out on the internet publicly to let her know my feelings and mindset while I'm waiting to be able to talk to her.
Meanwhile she was stuck in a mental institute and when she's released she wants nothing to do with me. No attempts are made to contact me and she becomes very active on social media looking more gorgeous and happy than ever. Massive depression kicks in but I keep telling myself "that could be a secret message maybe..." I reach out to some exes for support. They still want to get back with me and are angry I'm so head over heels for this girl and not them. Which is ridiculous in each case, but my hope honestly was they would reach out to her so I could legally make contact.
So all this time she's been posting stuff on her Snapchat and I had been viewing it but I didn't much use Snapchat. Still, she knew my name and she hasn't blocked me anywhere. Then it occurs to me just yesterday after weeks of checking it, she can see who views it. She knows I've been checking. So I decide to add some stuff to my story. A couple pictures of good memories we share, a couple showing I'm in even better shape now, some showing where I am and a picture of an engagement ring i'd bought her.
She responds with a series of pictures cuddling with her as she puts it "possible bf". Hearts everywhere. I'm ****ing destroyed. I go tell one of the exes and she basically ****s me over. Finally THEN she takes it upon herself to contact her... To tell her off. She basically says "there's a guy who's life you ruined who's basically suicidal but that doesn't matter because you have someone new now." Now this was not me, but she clearly THINKS it was. If the cops check or whatever it'll be obvious it wasn't but she responds "never contact me again".
As this was going on I'd been going about all the sites I'd tried to reach out to her and deleting everything. Every video, every picture, anything that was put in place to remind her I loved her or whatever. I get to Snapchat and not only is she just now viewing the things I posted but she's taking screenshots of them. She then privates everything... But doesn't block me on any of it.
I should just hate her, but my stupid ass is still in love. It's a fresh wound. Part of me would like to know the best way to get her to come back on her own at some point.
My real issue though is the suicidal thing. I don't see any future for myself. I just want to get married. As I get older the odds of finding a girl who is a virgin, sane, legal and beautiful drop dramatically and I'm going to go out on a limb and guess the girls in that shrinking pool aren't going to want to marry middle aged sex offenders.
So what in the hell should I do? Why even bother with life?
So in short, my mom's nuts, that's really what it always comes back to. So insane people are always drawn to me. I've had a lot of relationships but most often (especially the longer ones) are with crazy girls.
I dated a histrionic, multiple bi-polars, at least one borderline who just about destroyed my life, a girl with a brain tumor (which made her breaats grow and lactate) and a bunch of girls I don't even know what their problem was.
Every time the same **** happens. I start out thinking she's perfect, she eventually becomes abusive in some way, she cheats on me and leaves me, I fall into a horrible depression and then after I move on she pops back up begging me to take her back.
My latest relationship was such a spectacularly insane ****up you'll be certain I'm insane.
So after the borderline left me penniless in the middle of no where I feared I'd never love or trust again. Every girl after her I would compare to the idealized vision I had of her. This lead to a period of unbridled "success" at dating but because of my hangups I felt more alone than when I was alone.
See here's the real issue with me, if the girl's not a virgin I lose all respect for her, can't say I love her and feel gross cuddling with her. This is a morality thing, I don't care if she's a widow or rape victim, it's about her making poor decisions.
A little over a year ago a new girl comea along and she has some issues but I very quickly fall completely in love with her. She's 20, but she's a very beautiful virgin because she got sucked into some tumblr nonsense and started identifying as a boy, going so far as to change her legal name to a male one and start taking testosterone. I tell her she's a beautiful girl and in that one conversation she reverses everything she said about being a guy, starts growing her hair out, wearing dresses and make up again and we start sort of dating. We talk constantly. Her parents won't let her stop taking the testosterone though. After a year I agree to come up and just take her away from her issues and the embarrassment of her identity crisis and move in together and get married. So I drive across the country and bring her back. Problems?
Nonr between us at the time. We had not a single fight through the whole relationship. All while we were together she was loving and sweet and supportive at all times.
Then I get arrested one day. Oh. She wasn't 20, she was 17. That's still over the age of consent in both states so some of the charges are kind of light, but all those picturea and videos she sent me are now by the slimmest technicality child porn. "But she said she was 20!" "Where?" "Well it only came up when we started talking, really... She had a full time job..."
So my life's really quite over from my perspective. Judge doesn't like me I could get life (17 felonies) on the other end this is the first time i've been in trouble, none of my charges are violent and there's miles of mitigating factors. But at the end of the day... I'm probably being sent home as a sex offender. I feel like I'll never be able to attract another quality woman with that label.
So all this time what's been keeping me going was the idea that this girl was different. Our love was real and when this was all over we'd still end up married. But I couldn't reach out to her because of a no contact order. So I could only watch and wait. I tried putting a bunch of public stuff out on the internet publicly to let her know my feelings and mindset while I'm waiting to be able to talk to her.
Meanwhile she was stuck in a mental institute and when she's released she wants nothing to do with me. No attempts are made to contact me and she becomes very active on social media looking more gorgeous and happy than ever. Massive depression kicks in but I keep telling myself "that could be a secret message maybe..." I reach out to some exes for support. They still want to get back with me and are angry I'm so head over heels for this girl and not them. Which is ridiculous in each case, but my hope honestly was they would reach out to her so I could legally make contact.
So all this time she's been posting stuff on her Snapchat and I had been viewing it but I didn't much use Snapchat. Still, she knew my name and she hasn't blocked me anywhere. Then it occurs to me just yesterday after weeks of checking it, she can see who views it. She knows I've been checking. So I decide to add some stuff to my story. A couple pictures of good memories we share, a couple showing I'm in even better shape now, some showing where I am and a picture of an engagement ring i'd bought her.
She responds with a series of pictures cuddling with her as she puts it "possible bf". Hearts everywhere. I'm ****ing destroyed. I go tell one of the exes and she basically ****s me over. Finally THEN she takes it upon herself to contact her... To tell her off. She basically says "there's a guy who's life you ruined who's basically suicidal but that doesn't matter because you have someone new now." Now this was not me, but she clearly THINKS it was. If the cops check or whatever it'll be obvious it wasn't but she responds "never contact me again".
As this was going on I'd been going about all the sites I'd tried to reach out to her and deleting everything. Every video, every picture, anything that was put in place to remind her I loved her or whatever. I get to Snapchat and not only is she just now viewing the things I posted but she's taking screenshots of them. She then privates everything... But doesn't block me on any of it.
I should just hate her, but my stupid ass is still in love. It's a fresh wound. Part of me would like to know the best way to get her to come back on her own at some point.
My real issue though is the suicidal thing. I don't see any future for myself. I just want to get married. As I get older the odds of finding a girl who is a virgin, sane, legal and beautiful drop dramatically and I'm going to go out on a limb and guess the girls in that shrinking pool aren't going to want to marry middle aged sex offenders.
So what in the hell should I do? Why even bother with life?