Yep. Sunshine, rabbits, and fucking butterflies.
Now before I continue,
I've noticed a few grammatical errors in my previous two posts.
And I won't be amending them because fuck you, that's why.
Now that we've got that sorted...
Man, I feel a lot better now.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still sleepy as hell.
But I think getting sleep after this post won't be nearly as hard as before.
A part of me is still bitter.
Fortunately, not as bitter and full of murderous rage as I was earlier today.
Well almost the whole day.
All I could think about was how to ditch her.
When I received a text from her,
all I could think of was 'Go fuck yourself, bitch'.
And later in the day when she tried calling,
I was glad my voice sounded drowsy and she thought I'd been sleeping...
managed to cut that conversation short.
Believe me, I was in no mood or state to have a nice discussion about the motherfucking weather.
Or don't believe me.
Go fuck yourself, ok?
OK great, thanks.
So what made me feel better?
Well for starters, knowing that if I lost her,
it would be horrible,
but it wouldn't be the end of the world.
I was reminded about how you need to accept that,
to be able to take that risk,
in order to fix things.
Run a quick search in Google with the words 'Pua' and 'Mindfuck',
and a wealth of information presents itself to you.
All the wisdom at the click of a button.
And wisdom it is.
If I'd just followed my emotions blindly,
and confronted her,
well,
that would've put us both on the Divorce Bullet Train.
And though I'm willing to risk it,
it should only happen when there is no other option.
Not because I fucked it up.
I need to re-establish dominance,
and reduce compliance.
And yea,
though I've been (and still am) royally frustrated sexually...
I am going to mindfuck her in ways she never imagined.
No more acting bitter.
This will be a learning experience.
Think about it.
She cuts me off for a whole month.
30 fucking days.
And returns just 2 days before the Fasting Month.
Now how often does a situation like this present itself?
So when she returns,
instead of taking Monday off,
hell, I'm going to give her a kiss...
maybe even escalate a little bit...
and when she steps out of the shower...
I'll be ready to sleep.
You know, for work tomorrow.
That's right.
One month. And I still retain control.
Suck it.
No, not literally.
No bitterness.
Always be positive.
This is a golden opportunity.
And man oh man, I can't wait for the moment when we're hot and heavy,
and in the middle of it all, I decide to stop and get some sleep.
Meeting in the morning and all that, you understand.
It's kind of sad
that I still need to run game on her.
Every once in a while I need to remind myself to stick to the rules.
Guess it'll never go away. Not really.
She wasn't brought up as a Muslim,
and apparently has no interest in learning about Islamic values.
Would be pretty stupid of me to expect her to adhere to them.
No.
I'm grateful for the information out there.
And I'm especially glad I didn't do anything stupid.
She might throw a tantrum
or otherwise act like a child to gain compliance further down the road...
there's no doubt about that.
I will need to be firm.
But again,
I will also need to accept that it might not work out in the long run.
Just remembered that I was prepared for this.
The experience has been a mixture of positive and negative.
A learning experience.
So in that context, mostly positive.
Sometimes relationships just run their course.
It's important to accept that,
and when I do,
it makes living life a lot better.
In the meantime though,
I'm going to enjoy mindfucking the hell out of my wife.
Heh.
Well enough of that
