Holy Moley, A Whole Quarter Without a Post!
Man, either I am a slack dog, or very happy...
Or very busy.
Survey says... All three.
Well, the big news around here is that the Wife is pregnant. Yes fans, once again, for the fourth time and with a third woman, Maurice is being fruitful and multiplying. As my good friend Mike says, I am hell bent on getting my genes into the next generation.
Wife is happy and throwing up. I am happy and a bit bemused. I knew that this was part of the deal when we met, and made my decisions long ago. Kids are a blessing, and apparently to be a constant theme in my life. What the hell, no one can ever say I did not live my life... And munchkins have a way of putting every one and every thing into perspective, keeping you young and avoiding your becoming a selfish prick.
I think I stopped posting here because I had run out of interesting things to say. Most of the relationship blog circuit is driven by newly wounded people with their hair on fire, or by sexual adventurers, or by searchers trying to make sense of their own relationships and lives. Nothing wrong with that, I think it is one of the most important uses of the blogsphere. This can be one giant, self moderated group therapy session, with the added benefit of journaling. Blogs are the great self help twofer.
My problem is that I really have moved on. I am married to a sane woman who loves me and I love her. We are different and similar, complementary in many ways. We are blissfully light on baggage and almost devoid of drama. Also, we both seem to be past the point where we need drama in our lives. No one is secretly yearning for a 20 year old bimbo cumslut or a platoon of 9 inch cocks or feeling the need to JUST FUCK THINGS UP FOR THE HELL OF IT!
As opposed to my lovely ex wife.
I continue to hear rumors of other people's dramas. My ex wife's brother is about to have his clock cleaned by his soon to be ex wife. Seems now that the kids have grown up he is to blame for her not perusing her career, so she is off to Paris to find her professional self. She has been going to France for years now on his nickel and I suspect that she has a boyfriend over there.
Another old friend, a very well off eye doctor is also being cleaned out by his now ex wife, aided and abetted by her lawyer's close relationship with the family court judge.
It used to be that men turned 40, started boffing the 25 year old secretary and left the wife and kids for a life of excitement with the new hottie. We called these men slimeballs.
Now, it seems that the pattern is just as often for the wife to leave the husband, clean him out and start over with a new guy, typically some bad boy loser that is more than happy to power fuck an older woman with a big bank account.
What do we call them?
Without becoming cynical, I have come to seriously question relationships in general. What the hell is going on here anyway? Clearly it is one part not wanting to be alone, one part biological need to procreate, one part feeling like a loser when you are the only one without a date. Probably a lot of other parts, too. For me it became clear that I was not ment to live alone and I was lucky enough to find someone that fit me well, and perhaps had grown enough to understand what that meant.
But I have to say, I would have a hard time recommending this path to anyone that asks. Lonely? Join a club, get involved in a church. Horny? Hookers are a great service. Want kids? Hey, come over and borrow mine for a few weeks, it may just cure you. :-)
Looking for the one? Talk to Morpheus.
I will say this. If you are reading this, and thinking of having a relationship with someone, think about what it is that attracts you.
Is it beauty? Money? badass attitude? The way they make you itch?
If so,
Think again.
Or very busy.
Survey says... All three.
Well, the big news around here is that the Wife is pregnant. Yes fans, once again, for the fourth time and with a third woman, Maurice is being fruitful and multiplying. As my good friend Mike says, I am hell bent on getting my genes into the next generation.
Wife is happy and throwing up. I am happy and a bit bemused. I knew that this was part of the deal when we met, and made my decisions long ago. Kids are a blessing, and apparently to be a constant theme in my life. What the hell, no one can ever say I did not live my life... And munchkins have a way of putting every one and every thing into perspective, keeping you young and avoiding your becoming a selfish prick.
I think I stopped posting here because I had run out of interesting things to say. Most of the relationship blog circuit is driven by newly wounded people with their hair on fire, or by sexual adventurers, or by searchers trying to make sense of their own relationships and lives. Nothing wrong with that, I think it is one of the most important uses of the blogsphere. This can be one giant, self moderated group therapy session, with the added benefit of journaling. Blogs are the great self help twofer.
My problem is that I really have moved on. I am married to a sane woman who loves me and I love her. We are different and similar, complementary in many ways. We are blissfully light on baggage and almost devoid of drama. Also, we both seem to be past the point where we need drama in our lives. No one is secretly yearning for a 20 year old bimbo cumslut or a platoon of 9 inch cocks or feeling the need to JUST FUCK THINGS UP FOR THE HELL OF IT!
As opposed to my lovely ex wife.
I continue to hear rumors of other people's dramas. My ex wife's brother is about to have his clock cleaned by his soon to be ex wife. Seems now that the kids have grown up he is to blame for her not perusing her career, so she is off to Paris to find her professional self. She has been going to France for years now on his nickel and I suspect that she has a boyfriend over there.
Another old friend, a very well off eye doctor is also being cleaned out by his now ex wife, aided and abetted by her lawyer's close relationship with the family court judge.
It used to be that men turned 40, started boffing the 25 year old secretary and left the wife and kids for a life of excitement with the new hottie. We called these men slimeballs.
Now, it seems that the pattern is just as often for the wife to leave the husband, clean him out and start over with a new guy, typically some bad boy loser that is more than happy to power fuck an older woman with a big bank account.
What do we call them?
Without becoming cynical, I have come to seriously question relationships in general. What the hell is going on here anyway? Clearly it is one part not wanting to be alone, one part biological need to procreate, one part feeling like a loser when you are the only one without a date. Probably a lot of other parts, too. For me it became clear that I was not ment to live alone and I was lucky enough to find someone that fit me well, and perhaps had grown enough to understand what that meant.
But I have to say, I would have a hard time recommending this path to anyone that asks. Lonely? Join a club, get involved in a church. Horny? Hookers are a great service. Want kids? Hey, come over and borrow mine for a few weeks, it may just cure you. :-)
Looking for the one? Talk to Morpheus.
I will say this. If you are reading this, and thinking of having a relationship with someone, think about what it is that attracts you.
Is it beauty? Money? badass attitude? The way they make you itch?
If so,
Think again.
posted by Maurice_Basilius at 2:21 AM
2 Comments:
Congratulations!
A lot to think about, as always.
Holy crap! Yay! Congratulations!
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