On SWPL blog The Awl, a woman wrote in asking for advice when she found out her ex had died. There's a lot of ![[Image: womanhamster.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/womanhamster.gif)
http://www.theawl.com/2012/11/ask-polly-...-maniac-ex
Translation: Help me, I'm stuck with a beta. Her life is "ducky," people.
Men use the phrase "Bitches ain't shit." The equivalent phrase among the female population should be "Betas ain't shit."
Her husband is failing at his primary responsibility. Providing for his family? Fuck, no. Keeping his wife's panties moist? That's it.
Because of his failure, she can't squawk on the phone for HOURS with her cunty friends anymore about her man's emotional distance and bedroom antics. This is a serious crisis which has turned her life "ducky."
OK, ready for some more rationalization?
I'm convinced of the veracity of this statement.
And how many cocks has this bitch touched in her lifetime?
What's this? Is it what she really thinks?
So, she misses her asshole ex-boyfriend who's now dead (Dying young is alpha.) and the emotional highs and lows he inflicted upon her. Oh, and the dickings too. And now she's stuck with this boring husband who's not hitting it right, and these two pesky kids who get in the way of her gossip intake and binge drinking. What's a married mother of two to do?
This woman is saying that she won't feel those tingles ever again in her life (unless she ditches her family). She's 30 something. She'll probably live another 50 years.
I'll give her credit. She pulled of the dream- get as much good dick in the glory years and catch a sucker before time runs out. So, she's not a spinster, but she's still not happy. This is marriage in the educated class. Doomed.
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http://www.theawl.com/2012/11/ask-polly-...-maniac-ex
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I am a happily (you know, mainly) married female in my late 30s—with two small kids. Life is pretty ducky—I love and like my husband, like my job, and find my kids totally adorable, amazing, and exhausting/exasperating in equal parts.
Translation: Help me, I'm stuck with a beta. Her life is "ducky," people.
Men use the phrase "Bitches ain't shit." The equivalent phrase among the female population should be "Betas ain't shit."
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Recently, though, I found out that my ex-boyfriend died suddenly and unexpectedly. We had not been in touch in about eight years, since we broke up, right before I met my husband. The relationship was… well, it was one of those drama-filled doozies that involve HOURS of phone calls with girlfriends describing the pain and heartbreak and arguments and utter terribleness of it all.
Her husband is failing at his primary responsibility. Providing for his family? Fuck, no. Keeping his wife's panties moist? That's it.
Because of his failure, she can't squawk on the phone for HOURS with her cunty friends anymore about her man's emotional distance and bedroom antics. This is a serious crisis which has turned her life "ducky."
OK, ready for some more rationalization?
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I am happy and relieved and grateful not to be with him (or any of my other former maniacs)—and to be in a stable relationship with a man who really knows and loves me—in a way that my ex(es) never did or probably could.
I'm convinced of the veracity of this statement.
And how many cocks has this bitch touched in her lifetime?
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However! There is something emotionally compelling (and yes, I admit, also totally crippling) about dating a maniac. Mainly, you are pretty miserable but when you are happy… God, you are really high.
What's this? Is it what she really thinks?
So, she misses her asshole ex-boyfriend who's now dead (Dying young is alpha.) and the emotional highs and lows he inflicted upon her. Oh, and the dickings too. And now she's stuck with this boring husband who's not hitting it right, and these two pesky kids who get in the way of her gossip intake and binge drinking. What's a married mother of two to do?
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So, I'm having this bit of existential angst—that is somewhat about the fact that I never had any closure (and I know, closure is kind of a made-up thing) with my ex but also about the fact that I will never again have those dramatic, romantic highs—or do any of the crazy, fun, ultimately destructive crap I did in my youth.
This woman is saying that she won't feel those tingles ever again in her life (unless she ditches her family). She's 30 something. She'll probably live another 50 years.
I'll give her credit. She pulled of the dream- get as much good dick in the glory years and catch a sucker before time runs out. So, she's not a spinster, but she's still not happy. This is marriage in the educated class. Doomed.