Howiestern said:
Another biscuit for Burroughs! ;-)
I dated a girl that was head over heals for me for about a year who had a greedy, arrogant, materialistic, spiteful, cold, and jealous female friend. She put so many crazy thoughts into my girls head. This kunt was a constant threat to the health of my relationship. I finally gave up and ended it.
I'll throw another bone. My mom let her, now non-friend (for smoking in her car! she said..:crazy
, then best friend put a sh!t-ton of lies and bad advice about my dad into her mind back in the late 80s/early 90s, which eventually led to my mother committing adultery (not caught but she had her new boyfriend, from work, immediately after, AND during those times while I was a freshman in college living at home, I remember my mother coming home late every night in that last year married to my dad, a marine, forever badboy just constant bar fights, pool fights, street fights, just a fvckin alpha mean muther when he had to be, but genuine to those he saw as good-natured, Very quick Irish temper, but he Never ever struck my mom or Any woman and always told me never to hit a woman and I haven't, to this day, even when they've hit me uncontrollably, even when they weren't even ever going with me). Anyway my mom's best friend put so many bad ideas into her mind about my dad (faults, yes, in that he didn't want to work anymore than he had to, and wasn't "ambitious" enough for my mother who at the time was actually making more money). This made her just throw away my genetic father, and trash (never verbally just could sense her feelings for my father's side) All of our family after 19-20 years of my life on the planet. Sure she was still good-looking at the time and had a lot of looks currency, which liberated her to think she could easily discard my dad - in the workplace men sure enough showed her mega-attention I can't say why but she'd fought and won a lawsuit of equal pay for all of the women there (millions at the time) and I guess good looks plus smarts to win that what-seemed in the mid-80s impossible feat, plus media attention, strength to stand up to some high-powered politicians, made her even more desirable to men out there.
In a sense, this was my father's fault for telling her what to say during the lawsuit (he told me that he told her what to say every step of the way but she took credit - he has a very legal mind but never was a lawyer but represented himself in court back when in fights etc and always had the judge's favor in that town...in the Marines he'd get into trouble but always was able to escape, like Houdini, from whatever predicament he found himself in as a result of drinking fighting whatever, he was always sided with and in one case he said that a bad cop could have killed him (and sure as sh!t wanted to blow him away while in custody) if he'd just moved a little, he came so close to not surviving several instances, just luck luck luck, and had never thought he'd live past 30, and he's 64 now after collapsed lungs, arm almost severed off, bankruptcy, two wives three kids (who he never calls), etc. My father never care for or did what authority said, but just the exact opposite, just the way he was wired. Even his hard-lined Papa kicked him out for getting his high school (runner-up beauty queen - I saw his HS annual with Johnny Carson there signing something next to her for proof) sweetheart (1st wife) pregnant at 17, he told me they were fvckin as early as 12 - this is back in the late 50s early 60s).
So my mother believes this low-life friend (David Bowie worshiper and animal/dog lover, deadbeat boyfriends/a slew of ex's fvcked up son who was expelled from my HS he was into D&D and drugs of the time) of many years from work, about my flesh n' blood father about he's no good for her (to paraphrase - I have no idea what she may/may not have told her about him), so over time after separating and getting back together and then cheating (imo) then finally divorcing my dad. Now that sick friend is no longer friends with my mother. My mother has got nothing but rich neighborhood friends cause she's doing well financially. Dad's broke.
However, as Whiskey said, I have had a few who would certainly over-look the ring and what "others" say to/about her, but those ones have always either been a *****, or a drug-user at some point, but that's just My experience. Most girls in the church or "good girls" end up getting sabotaged by her girl "friends" as these "good" girls always, for some reason, seem to defer to what their father, their mother, their sister, their "sisters," have to say to keep them "good" to keep them "out of trouble" to Stay good. Well, that's been my experience with most, they are impressed with me, her girlfriends find out about me and her, they don't want us to be happy, they don't want us to go forward with it, they see me as wicked, evil, not normal, uncouth, not aristocratic or living within the social standards of high society you know the pencil pusher I Am Not. I work mentally And very physically. Her friends will want me to be a patron of fancy restaurants, to have enemas, to have a handkerchief to dab the corners of my mouth. Uh now, I will Not be snobbish, I will Not be elitist, that's not me, that's not my dad, that's my mom. She sought to fit-in with high society. i want no part of it. It's funny how the people who portend to Know so much can't even SEE the fvckin nose below their very own fvckin eyes. They can't SEE much of Any thing in real time. It's like here, think-fast, catch this (box, pen, nerf football), yes, they will fumble it, because, Most of these so-called intellectuals are a bunch of frauds livin in fraud-ville. I'm not saying that your only use is how hard you work. That's communism. But far too many, think because they've studied this and that book, or have obtained this "position" that, fvck, we are a country run by those who rest on their laurels. It's called corporate welfare. The b!tches who seep bad info about You into the ears of the "good" women who initially were taken by you, will only deem you satisfactory IF you are already in the "club" the corporate welfare club, of those who do nothing more, than Rest on their laurels (of which, who can say they have done much? Really, for real...) and eat at fancy restaurants, say all the proper things, lap of leisure, happy cheery gay life ever after. That's not me. I'm like that Van Halen line "I wanna run for my money, that's all..." I gave up the leisure government life in my late teens early 20s to move far away and go strike out on my own with NObody to support me or know me where I decided to move. I wouldn't change a thing, to go back and live leisurely in an easy fvckin government joke of a job. I'd felt guilty the whole time I was at work for no profit or no reason to improve. Some people like that slow walk.
Marriage with a Big Ring is a slow walk.