georgemicrodong update
Papi_Chulo
Miami, FL (or the nearest big-booty club)
Below is his PM - he mentioned I could share it w/ anyone worth sharing it with but since I can't PM everyone that would be interested I will just copy/paste his PM here:
"... Thanks for asking, Papi. I can't even begin to express how that makes me feel right now.
My ATF was killed by a drunk driver on Mother's Day. I'm pretty fucked up right now. I honestly don't know when, or if, I'll be back.
Feel free to tell anyone you think deserves to know. I messaged shadowcat just a minute ago.
Take care ..."
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Such a trajedy.
Still a horrible thing. And the way it happened makes it even worse. I wish him the best.
But iirc it was closer to a sugar thing I believe. Or was there a point there wasn’t any more money...I’m a bit fuzzy.
But it’s understandable. And that sucks and I hope things look up for him soon enough. I believe he’s talked about having a large family and such so hopefully that helps with the healing process.
@Yahtzee 🤣
I was really looking forward to Rick’s take on this this. Didn’t have to wait long.
Sadly just like Muddy, the shit made me chuckle.
Sorry for your loss GMD. Hopefully time will heal all.
A tragic, sudden death takes a toll, when you don't have a chance to say goodbye or let them know how you feel, its hard...
Man Icey is such a hunk! Huba huba!
I have always felt good about GMD.
I hope he does come back.
SJG
Tell you what rick. When you're old, fat and ugly like me, and not one, but two women love you, even knowing all about you, including the part about being a ho-dog, as well as knowing about the other, you can tell me how long to grieve. When and if you ever grow some balls, not to mention some integrity, and decide to come clean to your wife about the women you've fucked in strip clubs and for whom you've driven drunk to hotels to meet, when the husband of one of the women who's loved you invites you to the funeral, when the *other* woman who loves you accompanies you to that funeral, when you and the husband and the father of a beautiful woman you loved get drunk together on the night of her funeral, you can fucking lecture me on how to deal with loss.
Tell me rick, do you think your wife actually loves *you*, the real you? Or does she love the construct of lies and deception you've wrapped around the core of faithless hypocrisy that is the *real* you?
Good luck rick. I'd wish something bad upon you, but that would likely splash on your wife and children, who don't deserve it at all.
Have a good life.
SJG
My next big-booty grind will be in your honor 😄
Can't wait for the rest.
Rick, I don’t really know you either, and I don’t have anything against you, you seem like the kind of guy that says what he’s thinking and while I respect that, I just want to offer my professional education and knowledge as I’ve worked directly with people on hospice and families that are grieving a loss.
There is no set time line for grief. There is no right way to grieve and no right amount of time to process a loss. Every person grieves in their own way. It doesn’t matter the age or how the person died, and it doesn’t matter what the relationship was. Grief is very personal.
Rick, we’re just message board people here, not really a part of your life, but maybe this bit of professional advice can help you some day in real life should you find yourself trying to talk with a person experiencing a loss.
Again George, I am so sorry for your loss.
Loss hurts.
Best wishes.
Yes, I'm slowly coming to terms with it. To be completely honest, I don't think I would be if it weren't for both my wife and her husband, "Frank". They both saints, frankly.
In addition to inviting us to the funeral, he welcomed both of us. Even her father was welcoming. I can only assume that she'd at some point confided pretty much everything to both of them, given what Frank knew. I'm glad I wasn't there for *that* conversation, though knowing her it was more a "this is how it is, get over it" declaration more than a "conversation". :)
Frank also gave me time alone with her after the service, for which I will be eternally grateful. I even have a few of her ashes in a vial. I can't even express how much that means to me.
Gods, I am going to miss her.
my deepest condolences, georgmicrodong
My thoughts and prayers are with you GMD
Most of you aren't judgemental about it, and that makes talking about her much easier. So thanks for that. Again.
GMD, there's one thing I agree with, which is that Frank and your wife are indeed both saints. Because unlike you and the chick who you used to pay to suck your cock, I don't burden my SO with all of my sins and shortcomings. You've somehow twisted it around in your head that your purported honestly is some character strength, but it is actually a sign of utter selfishness and emotional weakness bordering on cowardice. Instead of carrying your guilt and shame on your own, you make your wife bear them too and even throw them in her face over and over.
As if all of that over all these years wasn't bad enough, you top it all off by not even bearing your grief in silence like a man, but instead forcing both your wife and Frank to participate in that too. What you did was wildly inappropriate. It was a time for her family and friends - you know, the people who weren't paying her for sex - to mourn her loss. But instead both they and your wife had to bear the added awkwardness and indignity of you making a spectacle of yourself by showing up to mourn the girl that you were paying for sex.
And you call me a narcissist - un-fucking-real.
You may be right in your opinions... but sometimes no matter how right your are you can still be dead wrong. Not everyone needs to know or wants to what you think
And my honesty and openness with my own wife as a *vice*? Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Missed the part where *Frank* invited *me*, did you? And it was my wife who urged me to accept.
Frankly, if my emotion at her death makes me less in your eyes, I'm OK with that. I consider it a compliment.
I've been called a "high functioning sociopath" before, but you've got me beat by a mile. Bravo.
Take care, rick. Maybe someday you'll know *real* love, and can relate.
Follow this logic: have you ever heard of georgethelion and his tiny spineless peepee? No. Why haven’t you heard of georgethelion? Because he’s a dink! Apply this same argument to hairless apes and you’ll be led to the inexorable conclusion that rickdugan is right and george tiny peepee is wrong.
ROAR!!!
Listen to him or get the wildebeest treatment from my lion bud.
Squawk!
And my honesty and openness with my own wife as a *vice*? Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
I was going to let Daddilac's "cry me a river" post be the last one, but it seems that this thread has been resurrected...
There are no virtuous people in either of these scenarios. It is a lesser of two evils game at this point. This "honesty and openness" is nothing more than a product of your own raging emotional weakness. If you really believe that your wife is happier being a party to all of this hee haw drama and having your hooker activities constantly thrown in her face then you're kidding yourself.
If you truly cared about anybody more than you care about your own feelings, you would have never burdened her with any of that. Seriously, what the fuck is your former favorite cocksucker's husband calling you in the first place? Why does he even have your number? It takes a truly twisted cunt, no doubt a product of decades of rationalizations designed to make himself feel ok about what he does, to see himself as some type of protagonist in a story like this.
But not to be out done, then you even drag your wife to the funeral so that you can grieve publicly, also throwing this shit in the face of her family as well. Seriously, your emotional self-indulgence knows no bounds and everyone else has to pay the price for it.
Shame on you.
You see Rick, I don't want anyone to love, or even like, a me that isn't me. I want them to love the real me, not some construct I create for their benefit, especially a construct that bears little to no resemblance to reality. And I respect them enough to give them the information they need to decide whether or not to do that. If they can't love *me*, well then, take care.
As for why Frank called me? Perhaps because he recognized and respected his wife's feelings for me, and mine for her? He's known about me since *before* they were married, after all, and I've gone to visit her several times since she left, so it's not like he was ignorant of our relationship.
Hard for you to understand how we could all get along like that, is it, Rick? Mayhap you should examine your own world view, rather than criticizing others' lifestyle choices. Not everyone subscribes to the Judeo-Christian property rights basis for marriage, and I for one, think that's a good thing. Certainly better than what the Church calls "marriage".
Having never met my wife, I can understand your misunderstanding with regard to "dragging" her to the funeral; I couldn't have kept her away if I tried.
Did I get incredibly lucky with my wife and with my ATF? You bet I did, and I personally think I owe it all to being honest with both of them. I don't regret it at all.
Take care, Rick.
1. The people from whom the truth has been withheld and concealed, and to whom it's been distorted.
2. The people who've *done* the withholding, concealing, and distorting once it's discovered by the first group.
I wonder how she felt the first time she learned what you were doing. I'm sure she was not thrilled to learn that you were seeking comfort elsewhere, but she learned to deal with it and eventually even to turn lemons into lemonade. I can only guess at everything that has gone through her head over the years as she has had to incorporate some added piece into the puzzle and become ok with it.
Now it's to the point that she is isolated, in some respects, from most other married women, unable to talk about big chunks of her relationship dynamic with anyone for fear of judgment. She probably even had to lie to people about where you two were going when you went to mourn your favorite paid cocksucker.
But ok there boy wonder, keep believing that you're actually relieving her burdens instead of adding to them in order to selfishly relieve your own. No doubt you have figured out what those silly men who are heading to church on Sunday, while you oh-so-cleverly take your wife to Walmart, have not. I'm sure you've convinced yourself that they are hypocrites for carrying their burdens on their own without piling them on their wives, while of course you are the enlightened one for sharing those burdens. 😉
Rick, my wife knew what I was doing before we were married. Before I even *asked* her to marry. I know I've mentioned that before, but I guess since it doesn't fit your narrative, you've "forgotten". Maybe, just maybe, she doesn't think it's a bad thing, even knowing all the "burdensome" things about me. Maybe they aren't so burdensome after all, huh?
And so *now* lying about one's lifestyle is bad. It's acceptable for *you* to lie to the one you allegedly love, but it's somehow not right for *her* to withhold the truth from people it doesn't concern. Got it. There's a word for that, you know.
And yeah, as a matter of fact, I *have* figured out what those silly men who are heading to church on Sunday have not. Namely that any god who is willing to killing innocent children because those children's *parents* pissed him off, who blames an entire descendant tree for the alleged sin of the mother, who creates an entire universe but cares more about when you masturbate than when you ass rape children, who loves us "unconditionally" and will send us to burn for eternity if we don't love him back, who either *likes* watching his very own priests ass-rape children, or doesn't care, isn't worthy of worship. On the very long chance that this piece of shit "god" of yours actually exists, he's got a lot to answer for when we meet.