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- 7 Lip 2022
Men with these takes inevitably turn out to either have a poor or nonexistent relationship with their mothers, or they are incredibly online and have been brainwashed by MGTOW or other manosphere echo chambers. This isn't just dislike of women, it is a complete inability to see them as actual people and not an accessory for men.
I had severe lower back/abdominal pain that would come and go and I was pissing blood sometimes. I saw a male doc who told me it was just menstrual cramps and I was menstruating and not actually pissing blood. Saw another doctor (woman) who was able to determine I had an actual medical issue.
catcher
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- 13 Wrz 2025
I went looking for this post because I wanted to read the comments, and I found this instead
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Its just so depressing how nobody around her irl is telling her just to leave like holy shit. Also, this other subreddit shes posting in is pretty depressing as well.
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- 18 Kwi 2024
i don't want to start a religionsperg argument, but this is one of the biggest reasons i'm not a fan of religion. making women believe they have to stay attached to someone who wants to rape them and hid the fact that they wanted to rape them, lest they be damned for eternity, is just such a fucking evil belief to instill in people. i'm sure there's probably some dusty passage somewhere stating that it is ok to leave, but clearly not enough followers know about it for the idea to be this pervasive. like, she found out her husband is talkng to minors and is cheating on her, and she's still afraid to leave. so heartbreaking.I went looking for this post because I wanted to read the comments, and I found this instead
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I think maybe it's better to ask this in the Femoid Advice thread
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- 15 Cze 2017
A "woman" here in Gorl Tawk told me to submit to sex I don't want until I learn to like it, the only difference from "traditional" conservatard religion was no requirement to be attached to a specific penis.
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- 17 Cze 2024
While I get that for some people it's better to have a flawed community than none at all, I always had hard time understanding that as for now, there are still so many women rooting for catholicism and similarly restrictive religions. That organization was never a friend, it was and somewhere still is, an elongated arm of the state and nobility and a tool of control.
If it seems women are pulling the shorter end of the rope in the relationships and have no one who would understand them, no counselling or authoritative female figure in the religious structure and no role in the lithurgy and it looks like there are many nonces covering for each other, well that's the damn point. Their system is not flawed - it does exactly what it's supposed to do. POSIWID.
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- 9 Lut 2024
Heartbreaking 
Terminally online moron devastated after learning Alysa Liu isn't his Based N Trad waifu.
This comes after extremely cringe fanboying over her.
Dear Alysa, I wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two tweets back in autumn, you must not’ve got ’em
There probably was a problem with the servers or somethin’...
Terminally online moron devastated after learning Alysa Liu isn't his Based N Trad waifu.This comes after extremely cringe fanboying over her.
Dear Alysa, I wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two tweets back in autumn, you must not’ve got ’em
There probably was a problem with the servers or somethin’...
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- 1 Cze 2024
The reason why the institution of marriage is crumbling in the developed world is because the rancid, whoreish essence of the dicknigger is inherently incompatible with it.I went looking for this post because I wanted to read the comments, and I found this instead
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I think maybe it's better to ask this in the Femoid Advice thread
Stories like this expose the ugly truth about traditional marriages that moids desperately wish women were not waking up to, but we are. Poor lady did everything the patriarchy tells women to do and all she gets is this godawful treatment. Moids will pretend she is still better off than those evil single, childless or divorced women because having a piece of shit, useless, soul draining scrote in your life is totes a #blessing.
Is it a coincidence that everyone knows multiple married women who are in the exact same situation? No shit this or that percentage of young women will be unmarried and childless by the year of (really soon) [CONCERNING], because we know there are way worse fates than being lonely, an undeniable fact men cannot seem to wrap their heads around. They are incapable of being fulfilled on their own, they are dependent on women.
Being a straight woman feels like a curse because I am so disgusted by male sexuality. It's impossible to have any respect for moids when you know their biggest dream is to be in a harem with the youngest and highest number of women possible where they can act out their gross porn-induced fetishes. In the male world, surrounding yourself with an ever-changing list of women is what's considered "high status". They care more about quantity than quality. This is what their subhuman rapeape anatomy made them out to be.
Men are incapable of commitment, their idea of the highest state of human experience is promiscuity. Even moids who larp as tradcath like Nick Rekieta or this Redditor's husband can suddenly flip during their middle age crisis, resenting you for depriving him of what a dicknigger values the most in life, grimy, meaningless sex.
Why are women told to essentially endure marital rape to "make it work"? Why aren't moids told to have self-control over their retarded urges? She should 1000% divorce him either way. What this scrote is asking for is fucking nonsensical. He wants his wife, a grown woman with kids, to wear a high schooler uniform in bed. He also wants her to have sex whenever he wants. He also wants her to never speak out against his porn-induced brain damage. He also wants her to engage in violent acts without complaining. He also wants her to tolerate his cheating... with multiple women and a minor.
It's insane how much of a better place this gay planet could have been if the destructive menace that is male sexuality was shamed anywhere near as much as female sexuality. "Umm, how would moiderinos know if the children they are providing for are theirs-" SHUT THE FUCK UP FAGGOTS
Azovka
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- 7 Gru 2018
I"ve been forwarded this shit by quite a few friends recently, and it brought back some very unpleasant memories.
I dated a guy who ended up doing that to me.
For a bit of context, the main antagonist of the story is a well-established French dude, 9 years older than me. I had met him through mutual friends at a party organised by my running group. He periodically pursued me for over a year, but my first instinct told me not to go there since he was known for sleeping around. Eventually though, we ended up together during one of our running club trips' for a European race. We had spent a week together, and he seemed very charming and sincere in his desire for a relationship with me, so I tentatively agreed.
He was big into grand, romantic gestures : flowers and handwritten letters sent to my home, high-end dinners, opera, all that crap. Nonetheless, it didn't stop him from cheating on me with his ex, and still being active on dating apps. Unfortunately, my self-esteem was just low enough that I thought I could weather it. He had assured me it was just a lapse in judgement, a "transitional period" of sorts, and I thought he'd change. Spoiler : he didn't.
Obviously, I was very dumb in staying, but at the time, I had just enough feelings and not enough self-respect to believe that staying was better than being alone. Anyways, months went by, and we went on a weekend trip to the Alps, since he was preparing for an ultra-trail, and I thought it would be great bonding to try that too.
At the time, I had been running for less than two years, and strictly on the road or "Paris forest trails". I had only ever experienced real mountains while skiing in the winter. I had never hiked, let alone ran on technical terrain, and my whole "being in nature" experience was very limited, which he knew (and had called me out repeatedly for "repeating myself saying that").
The first day, he said we were going for a 35k long run up a mountain, and that there was a shelter at the summit where we could grab drinks and eat. It was spring, and it was quite warm in the valley (18-20 degrees C). I sweat a lot when I run, so I don't really bring warm clothes with me unless I know I'm going to be still for a long period of time. And in that case, I didn't even think that with a 1.8k elevation gain, the climate up in the mountain was going to be way colder. The thought never crossed my mind; I had 0 experience with these situations, and trusted my companion to tell me if I wasn't prepared enough, since he literally did military service with the Alpine Hunters of the French army, and had been trailing and trekking for years.
I ended up going on that run in a t-shirt, with 1L of water, hiking poles, 2 energy bars, and an emergency blanket in my camel bag. It was literally my first real trail, and it was so hard. Hours of continuous climbing.. The Montmartre stairs had not prepared me for that. Also, a snowstorm started 3/4 of the way up the mountain, so I couldn't even stop since I was in a t-shirt and freezing.
We finally reached the summit, but the shelter there was closed for the "off-season period". At that point, I had no more water, I was hungry, and my fingers hurt from the cold. So we decided to go down as fast as possible. I was miserable and crying to myself, but I did run as best I could. Unfortunately, my best was not good enough, and we didn't make the 17k path down the mountain before dark. (We had left around 2PM since my ex couldn't be bothered to get out earlier).
The rest of the run down became so much slower since my phone had died from the cold, and obviously, I didn't think of packing a lamp. But hey, we made it. Together. Oh, he was bitching about how slow and unprepared I was, and that "cold is a sensation for civilians", and that we could've made it in time for sunset if I had been faster. But he didn't abandon me that time. And thus ended day 1.
On day 2, we got ready for a roundtrip trail of 22k up another mountain. Same as the previous day, we had a late start. This time around, I had packed my rain jacket, a buff, gloves, and enough food & water.
My ex looked up the weather forecast, and said there was a chance of thunderstorms, but as we started climbing, it wasn't raining, and the clouds looked okay. Unfortunately, that didn't last. As most of you probably know, the weather in the mountains can change very quickly. I didn't at the time.
First came the rain, which eh, I did have my Gore-tex jacket with me, so it wasn't a big deal. The wind grew worse though, and I started worrying when I saw lightning followed by thunder immediately after. I asked my ex if we should maybe go down, since it didn't feel like a great idea to be on a trail called "the Ridges path", surrounded by trees, when you could literally see the lightning above.
He told me that if I decided to go down, then it would ruin his training once again, and he might DNF his race because of it. "If we're here this weekend, it's to train". But that it was my choice to make for both of us. (He really excelled at that emotional blackmail crap).
Thus, I was stuck in that uncomfortable position between my personal feelings of "omg there's so much lightning, I really don't want to be there", and being responsible for ruining his training trip. So while I was pondering on what decision to make, we kept climbing.
That's when we met a couple of hikers who were going down rapidly. I asked them if it was safe up there, and they told me that it wasn't. That the wind was blowing way too strongly, and that it was better not to take that risk since it would get worse. So I told my ex that I had made up my mind, that I was scared, and wanted to go down.
And yet he just kept climbing. I had to run after him to catch up and ask what the fuck was going on. To which he said that it took me too long to decide, so I had lost that privilege, and could figure the rest of the trail myself. And he ran on forward at his own speed. (He's a way better runner than me, and quite frankly, I suck at uphill running. I'm faster just power walking up, and catching up on the flat and downhill).
And so I was left alone. At first, I rallied and was like "eh, just follow the same path you climbed down". Except, it's a technical path, to the point where all the trail races held in that area don't use it on the way down, only for climbing up. It's very steep, the rocks get very slippery, there's rope to hold onto for some parts of it, and every single season, the military have to rescue hikers stuck there. Oh, and deaths. In the years since I took it on the way down, there's been at least two separate deaths on that exact route that I've seen in the news : trail runners who ran it in early spring, slipped, and fell off the mountain.
So there I was, on my second attempt at trail running in my life, crying like a little bitch, and trying to get down that treacherous path without falling in a heavy downpour. And the hikers I had met were right: it did get worse. The thunderstorm intensified, and the lightning was everywhere. Like there was literally no difference between the light and the sound, and I could really see it way too close.
I knew since childhood that you shouldn't shelter under trees during a thunderstorm and not to use electronic devices, but not much else, so I took a chance and googled what to do. Apparently, you were supposed to keep your metallic poles far away from you, stay away from ridges (obviously), and try to minimise the area of contact with the ground. So I placed my poles on the side up the trail, went down a bit more, and squatted on the balls of my feet on a rock I saw. I thought it was better than trying to rush down while not being able to see jack shit with the rain.
The worst passed. I got my poles, and kept going down. Unfortunately, I'm clumsy by nature, and the rain did make the rocks really slippery, so I fell to the side. The fall in itself was more scary than painful since the ridge of the trail was just there. Thankfully, I didn't slide too much down over the edge, and just dragged myself back up. I had opened the side of my thigh and arm on some small rocks (still have the scars on my leg to this day), but it was all cosmetic and no big deal. It could've ended really badly though.
Anyways, I made it down, and eventually met my ex at the Airbnb. He said that yes, the ridges were very bad, but that his military training had prepared him for it, and that he was happy with his run. I asked him why if he thought it was okay to leave me on the ridges path even though I had little experience in the mountains, and told him I was scared. He said that since I was Russian, "scared" shouldn't be in my vocabulary, and that either way, it was an area with cell service unlike the previous day, and that I did make it down, so he didn't see the problem.
I told him I fell on that stupid path, and he was like "oh, but you always fall, even in Paris". And that since I didn't in fact get hit by lightning, I could stop bothering him.
I tried to let it go, thinking I was maybe blowing this whole thing out of proportion, but I just couldn't. It just didn't seem right or okay to leave me like that, especially after his emphasised emotional blackmail about me ruining his training.
If the situation was reversed, or if I had been with a simple unexperienced friend who told me in no uncertain terms that they were scared, and wanted to go down, I wouldn't have left them. Hell, the following year, I've actually helped a random, panicking guy off the mountain during an official race in similar circumstances.
Anyways, the next day, I just couldn't let it go. We had a train back to Paris, and I tried talking to him about it, to explain my point of view, and why I was hurt despite not dying. And that it felt like he didn't give a shit about me. That conversation went really great, because he instantly broke up with me, in the first 30min of a 5h train ride.
Apparently, I had not much going on aside from my "boobs and beauty", and that "women are like cheeses, you can't ask a man to eat the same one every day for the rest of his life. Someday he may want a Comté, another a Beaufort, yet another day a fresh goat cheese." (This is a direct quote, which I noted instantly and sent to my friends, because even at the time, it felt really comical).
So yeah, great weekend, great train ride. He tried to come back after that for months and months, with flowers, and postcards, and lengthy declarations of love and acknowledgments of the error of his ways. He's literally the only person I've ever blocked on social, aside from Indian spam bot accounts, that is.
That was 3 years ago. I've done some long trails myself since then, including the Marathon des Sables, an ultra race in the Sahara desert (where we ended up having a thunderstorm too), I am generally a bit more experienced with nature, and men, on whom I just gave up in favour of more running.
As for that guy, he still runs with my running group, we still have friends in common, and last I heard, he's been in unhealthy relationships with other girls from our circle since me.
To quote the French philosopher Voltaire, "all is for the best in the best of possible worlds".
For a bit of context, the main antagonist of the story is a well-established French dude, 9 years older than me. I had met him through mutual friends at a party organised by my running group. He periodically pursued me for over a year, but my first instinct told me not to go there since he was known for sleeping around. Eventually though, we ended up together during one of our running club trips' for a European race. We had spent a week together, and he seemed very charming and sincere in his desire for a relationship with me, so I tentatively agreed.
He was big into grand, romantic gestures : flowers and handwritten letters sent to my home, high-end dinners, opera, all that crap. Nonetheless, it didn't stop him from cheating on me with his ex, and still being active on dating apps. Unfortunately, my self-esteem was just low enough that I thought I could weather it. He had assured me it was just a lapse in judgement, a "transitional period" of sorts, and I thought he'd change. Spoiler : he didn't.
Obviously, I was very dumb in staying, but at the time, I had just enough feelings and not enough self-respect to believe that staying was better than being alone. Anyways, months went by, and we went on a weekend trip to the Alps, since he was preparing for an ultra-trail, and I thought it would be great bonding to try that too.
At the time, I had been running for less than two years, and strictly on the road or "Paris forest trails". I had only ever experienced real mountains while skiing in the winter. I had never hiked, let alone ran on technical terrain, and my whole "being in nature" experience was very limited, which he knew (and had called me out repeatedly for "repeating myself saying that").
The first day, he said we were going for a 35k long run up a mountain, and that there was a shelter at the summit where we could grab drinks and eat. It was spring, and it was quite warm in the valley (18-20 degrees C). I sweat a lot when I run, so I don't really bring warm clothes with me unless I know I'm going to be still for a long period of time. And in that case, I didn't even think that with a 1.8k elevation gain, the climate up in the mountain was going to be way colder. The thought never crossed my mind; I had 0 experience with these situations, and trusted my companion to tell me if I wasn't prepared enough, since he literally did military service with the Alpine Hunters of the French army, and had been trailing and trekking for years.
I ended up going on that run in a t-shirt, with 1L of water, hiking poles, 2 energy bars, and an emergency blanket in my camel bag. It was literally my first real trail, and it was so hard. Hours of continuous climbing.. The Montmartre stairs had not prepared me for that. Also, a snowstorm started 3/4 of the way up the mountain, so I couldn't even stop since I was in a t-shirt and freezing.
We finally reached the summit, but the shelter there was closed for the "off-season period". At that point, I had no more water, I was hungry, and my fingers hurt from the cold. So we decided to go down as fast as possible. I was miserable and crying to myself, but I did run as best I could. Unfortunately, my best was not good enough, and we didn't make the 17k path down the mountain before dark. (We had left around 2PM since my ex couldn't be bothered to get out earlier).
The rest of the run down became so much slower since my phone had died from the cold, and obviously, I didn't think of packing a lamp. But hey, we made it. Together. Oh, he was bitching about how slow and unprepared I was, and that "cold is a sensation for civilians", and that we could've made it in time for sunset if I had been faster. But he didn't abandon me that time. And thus ended day 1.
On day 2, we got ready for a roundtrip trail of 22k up another mountain. Same as the previous day, we had a late start. This time around, I had packed my rain jacket, a buff, gloves, and enough food & water.
My ex looked up the weather forecast, and said there was a chance of thunderstorms, but as we started climbing, it wasn't raining, and the clouds looked okay. Unfortunately, that didn't last. As most of you probably know, the weather in the mountains can change very quickly. I didn't at the time.
First came the rain, which eh, I did have my Gore-tex jacket with me, so it wasn't a big deal. The wind grew worse though, and I started worrying when I saw lightning followed by thunder immediately after. I asked my ex if we should maybe go down, since it didn't feel like a great idea to be on a trail called "the Ridges path", surrounded by trees, when you could literally see the lightning above.
He told me that if I decided to go down, then it would ruin his training once again, and he might DNF his race because of it. "If we're here this weekend, it's to train". But that it was my choice to make for both of us. (He really excelled at that emotional blackmail crap).
Thus, I was stuck in that uncomfortable position between my personal feelings of "omg there's so much lightning, I really don't want to be there", and being responsible for ruining his training trip. So while I was pondering on what decision to make, we kept climbing.
That's when we met a couple of hikers who were going down rapidly. I asked them if it was safe up there, and they told me that it wasn't. That the wind was blowing way too strongly, and that it was better not to take that risk since it would get worse. So I told my ex that I had made up my mind, that I was scared, and wanted to go down.
And yet he just kept climbing. I had to run after him to catch up and ask what the fuck was going on. To which he said that it took me too long to decide, so I had lost that privilege, and could figure the rest of the trail myself. And he ran on forward at his own speed. (He's a way better runner than me, and quite frankly, I suck at uphill running. I'm faster just power walking up, and catching up on the flat and downhill).
And so I was left alone. At first, I rallied and was like "eh, just follow the same path you climbed down". Except, it's a technical path, to the point where all the trail races held in that area don't use it on the way down, only for climbing up. It's very steep, the rocks get very slippery, there's rope to hold onto for some parts of it, and every single season, the military have to rescue hikers stuck there. Oh, and deaths. In the years since I took it on the way down, there's been at least two separate deaths on that exact route that I've seen in the news : trail runners who ran it in early spring, slipped, and fell off the mountain.
So there I was, on my second attempt at trail running in my life, crying like a little bitch, and trying to get down that treacherous path without falling in a heavy downpour. And the hikers I had met were right: it did get worse. The thunderstorm intensified, and the lightning was everywhere. Like there was literally no difference between the light and the sound, and I could really see it way too close.
I knew since childhood that you shouldn't shelter under trees during a thunderstorm and not to use electronic devices, but not much else, so I took a chance and googled what to do. Apparently, you were supposed to keep your metallic poles far away from you, stay away from ridges (obviously), and try to minimise the area of contact with the ground. So I placed my poles on the side up the trail, went down a bit more, and squatted on the balls of my feet on a rock I saw. I thought it was better than trying to rush down while not being able to see jack shit with the rain.
The worst passed. I got my poles, and kept going down. Unfortunately, I'm clumsy by nature, and the rain did make the rocks really slippery, so I fell to the side. The fall in itself was more scary than painful since the ridge of the trail was just there. Thankfully, I didn't slide too much down over the edge, and just dragged myself back up. I had opened the side of my thigh and arm on some small rocks (still have the scars on my leg to this day), but it was all cosmetic and no big deal. It could've ended really badly though.
Anyways, I made it down, and eventually met my ex at the Airbnb. He said that yes, the ridges were very bad, but that his military training had prepared him for it, and that he was happy with his run. I asked him why if he thought it was okay to leave me on the ridges path even though I had little experience in the mountains, and told him I was scared. He said that since I was Russian, "scared" shouldn't be in my vocabulary, and that either way, it was an area with cell service unlike the previous day, and that I did make it down, so he didn't see the problem.
I told him I fell on that stupid path, and he was like "oh, but you always fall, even in Paris". And that since I didn't in fact get hit by lightning, I could stop bothering him.
I tried to let it go, thinking I was maybe blowing this whole thing out of proportion, but I just couldn't. It just didn't seem right or okay to leave me like that, especially after his emphasised emotional blackmail about me ruining his training.
If the situation was reversed, or if I had been with a simple unexperienced friend who told me in no uncertain terms that they were scared, and wanted to go down, I wouldn't have left them. Hell, the following year, I've actually helped a random, panicking guy off the mountain during an official race in similar circumstances.
Anyways, the next day, I just couldn't let it go. We had a train back to Paris, and I tried talking to him about it, to explain my point of view, and why I was hurt despite not dying. And that it felt like he didn't give a shit about me. That conversation went really great, because he instantly broke up with me, in the first 30min of a 5h train ride.
Apparently, I had not much going on aside from my "boobs and beauty", and that "women are like cheeses, you can't ask a man to eat the same one every day for the rest of his life. Someday he may want a Comté, another a Beaufort, yet another day a fresh goat cheese." (This is a direct quote, which I noted instantly and sent to my friends, because even at the time, it felt really comical).
So yeah, great weekend, great train ride. He tried to come back after that for months and months, with flowers, and postcards, and lengthy declarations of love and acknowledgments of the error of his ways. He's literally the only person I've ever blocked on social, aside from Indian spam bot accounts, that is.
That was 3 years ago. I've done some long trails myself since then, including the Marathon des Sables, an ultra race in the Sahara desert (where we ended up having a thunderstorm too), I am generally a bit more experienced with nature, and men, on whom I just gave up in favour of more running.
As for that guy, he still runs with my running group, we still have friends in common, and last I heard, he's been in unhealthy relationships with other girls from our circle since me.
To quote the French philosopher Voltaire, "all is for the best in the best of possible worlds".
Grimoire Canthari
kiwifarms.net
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- 17 Mar 2019
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- 17 Cze 2024
I bet he was ''absolutely sure'' the shelter will be open, but he did not bother to check it online beforehand.
At least my own alpine story had ended before it could even begin. The ex-friend wanted to use a cable way he was ''sure'' is operational, but it wasn't for a week because the summer season had ended, and his ADHD time-blind ass did not bother to check. I told him I'm not walking up all that when I am untrained and with hiking backpack.
Later I asked him what his hiking plan up there was, and all the routes he had planned were on glacier and with very warped sense of time. We had no glacier gear and it was the end of summer. I'm not saying everyone who ventures across glacier unprepared falls into a rift or slides down and contributes to the statistics, but why to risk that or the shame.
Man had boasted about being an avid mountain hiker and climber, but it had turned out he can't even safely connect sit and chest harness, and kept asking me how do I do the ''Figure 6 or 9'' (it's figure 8 ) and to hand him the ''chalice'' (bucket, in English, it's called tube or ATC, no matter, vessel like vessel).
Needless to say, he did not bag me.
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Hamza is an Arabic name, and no Mexican worth his salt would say no to a gordita.
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Fall Bondler
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Everything you mentioned in this post is unfortunately common, not to mention the likelihood a pregnant woman will be murdered by her spouse.
- Dołączono
- 7 Lip 2022
I won't religisperg either but Christians/Catholics generally hold that divorce is acceptable in the case of infidelity or abuse (now what abuse actually entails can be interpreted in different ways of course). I was raised Christian and am still very active in the community and faith and I have close Catholic and Orthodox friends. I can't imagine anyone I know defending this marriage while her husband is committing infidelity and pushing his wife to participate in more and more deranged sexual acts that she wants no part in. This poor lady has been isolated from all her rational contacts by this abusive freak.
- Dołączono
- 15 Cze 2017
!!! Good on you for surviving and dumping the fuck.
I am lucky i never got abandoned like that, and even had to scream at men to go on and not risk their finishes, but I knew a guy who abandoned his girlfriend (whom he'd invited) in a rainstorm, for what he considered a good finishing time (in an event where finishing times don't matter). The first part of the route was close to a railway, she caught a train and went back home in relative safety. The guy hadn't done endurance events either, so when he overexerted, froze, and DNFed, he also found out he'd got dumped.
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1. Why wouldn't you quote me in full tho? It's "get raped, solzhenitsyn".
2. No, I mean, for real, as advice, not as an insult. As in,
- "you need to go to a the rapist and keep spending money until one convinces you to try having sex that you don't want",
- "then you need to go and have the sex that you don't want"
- (until I run away screaming or jump out of the window?)
- [a remote concern in the man-hate thread but] this is unfair to any normal man, too
- (until I run away screaming or jump out of the window?)
- then what? more the rapy? a quiet hanging? What if I just say "well, that was disgusting, I'm glad it's over"? The "best" outcome is I don't ever get convinced, and simply keep spending all my disposable income on the rapy, squeezing my budget, then die to malnutrition / homelessness / curable illness / car malfunction I couldn't afford to fix.
Slutty Josephus
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i was scrolling through specifically to see if anyone mentioned scully. forget post ww2, he's got to be one of the most evil people ever full stop.
i feel like johnny depp should get an honorable mention mostly for his impact on society and culture tbh
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- 3 Maj 2025
> demographic of men who are pathologically obsessed with shitting on women who have dyed hair and/or piercingsHeartbreaking
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This comes after extremely cringe fanboying over her.
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Dear Alysa, I wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two tweets back in autumn, you must not’ve got ’em
There probably was a problem with the servers or somethin’...
> creepily fixate on women who have dyed hair and/or piercings
every fucking time man
sorry for the doublepost im a fucking retard
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Her father is a fucking weirdo. I don’t trust any man who pays to have 5 surrogate children by himself. Of course she’s mad that he took up her entire childhood with olympic training.Heartbreaking