re: Let's hear your best "Jody" story

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Married again now to a great wife and completely started over, so it's trending up.

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Glad to see you make a come back from that... That would kill the average man...

Since you have kids with said beast, what kind of relationship do you have with her...?

It's like the fat chick in sideways, that's their fetish.

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Jody

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Married again now to a great wife and completely started over, so it's trending up.

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Dang man, God bless you and your new life. Sounds like you went through hell but made it back and are much stronger.

frick forgot he posts/reads the OT

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A guy I used to work with at a refinery caught his wife cheating on him.. we were working a shutdown, and one day he got sick right after lunch and had to leave.. turns out when he got home (she was a stay at home Facebook mom, go figure) he walked in and found his step dad (probably around 55 Y.O.) banging his wife on their dining room table while their 3 year old was in a high chair in the next room.. an argument ensues in the driveway, and he wound up getting ran over by his own (naked) stepdad’s hummer.. broke both of his femurs and his wrist...

The kicker....... they’re still together 5-6 years later

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Man, aint NO pussy worth tolerating that. Not to mention what kinda of pussy can't kick the shite out of some 55 year old dude who he catches banging his wife? I'd have beat his arse and she definitely would have accidentally taken a shot or two during said arse beating.

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ETA: It was weird he took off running. They had dated like 6-7 years. I met girl like a month after they broke up. If I’d dated an ex that long I wouldn’t take off running out back like that

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You must have some mad knuckles baw

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This is the kind of shite women do.... I'm glad she made you feel wanted...

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I mean, she had me do literally everything I swore I wouldn’t do. Betray every one of my convictions I thought I had.

I had danced with her at a wedding the year before, when her husband wouldn’t dance with her. We danced song after song. Just fun. I didn’t think anything of it.

A year later, I had just arrived in Texas for a turnaround. Right after breaking up with the first girlfriend I had had since the divorce.

She messaged me out the blue when I am bored as hell in this shite arse little town, feeling lonely and depressed. And we just chatted for hours...at first.

But the conversation turned, as it will, to our problems. I told her mine and she told me hers and we commiserated. Of course the story she laid out was one where he neglected her and mistreated her and didn’t ever give her enough attention, which is what they always say.

And then comes the innuendo, then the flirting. And it’s just on Facebook, harmless fun, right? I’m 600 miles away. What can happen?

So that’s how I spent my days. Texting and flirting with her from my hotel room and working at night. It made me feel wanted again.

It’s those baby steps that get you. The harmless inches that get you closer and closer to the edge, until you look down one day and you’ve already crossed the line.

And by that time the chemistry is so strong you almost don’t care. She calls you up with some story about how he hurt her feelings, and then asks “you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

And you’re over the edge before you even realize and then there’s no going back.

Of course, you say you’ll go back. You’ll make up all the excuses and rationalizations for why just a little bit, just for now, isn’t going to hurt.

Every day it was more pictures, more phone sex, just mental masturbation (well, and actual masturbation). And when you are done it’s always the same “we shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t keep doing this”

But you do. Because the snowball has already started rolling downhill.

You keep chasing that dragon.

And sooner rather than later you need more.

And so when I got home, we were going to meet one time, in person, just to end it.

When we saw each other standing there in the flesh again, the lighting struck and any shred of hesitation that was left was blown away after that first kiss. Hands flying to all the places you’d talked about. All the sensations only imagined up until then.

And still we tried to tell ourselves we were going to end it. She wanted me to take her on one date. One nice time. One last time together.

Seldom in my life have I had sex that depraved and wanton. All caution thrown to the wind, nothing but the realization of a thousand fantasies. Forbidden and taboo and wrong make for unbridled passion. And after that I was truly lost. Because after that, every next time is the “last time”.

I’ve never done heroin but I imagine it’s something akin to that.

We were junkies for it.

I knew this girl who cheated on her husband while he was stationed overseas. She got pregnant with twins that weren't his. They eventually got divorced and she opened a t-shirt shop. She's now hailed as a single mom hero on FB.