Drunken Fail - The Aftermath

Along comes one of the craigslist denizens to post this nugget of drama for the readers. It is useful to remember that craigslist is a free for all in which anyone can post anything whether or not it has any connection to reality. They are all just stories. With that in mind, this post appeared one fine day.

I totally fucked up my entire world.
I dont' know what to do or where to go or how to fix it.
I just need some advice.

I got drunk. Really drunk.
It was Saturday night.
I have an alcohol problem I've never admitted...for the past 7 months since I had this life changing surgery.
It's no excuse, but it is what it is.
My husband found me laying naked in bed at my parents house while they were out of town with a guy I barely know laying naked on the ground.
Fortunately, we didn't have sex. We got too drunk and passed out.
But I can tell the intention was there, no matter how much I love my husband.
We've had problems. He ws kind enough to decide that we can work this out. and let me stay at home.
We have 2 young kids together.
I'm an idot.

This only happened a day ago, and I know time is going to help, but every time I look at my husband it breaks my heart...I want to die...I can't believe I hurt this amazing man.
I can tell by the way he looks at me that I've shattered him.

How do I pick up the pieces?
We can't afford a counselor, or we'd already be there.

My response:

You said it very succinctly, darling.

You totally fucked up your entire world.

The first thing is the alcohol. The problem is that it does not cause you to do anything. It unleashes that which you desire to do and are inhibited. So you really wanted to fuck some scuzz bucket on a Saturday night. Mind you, this is not some college age experimentation. You are the mother of two children, and those years should be way behind you, nothing more than a distant memory that brings a sly smile to your face. I use the term "mother" loosely here, as the fact that your body spewed forth two babies is no indication that you are fit to nurture and love them in a manner to which they are entitled, as you clearly fall short of that standard.

Your husband is sticking with you as a form of damage control. It is over with you, but he is salvaging his relationship with his children, and considering the expense and aggravation of you, the baby breeder, as part of the package deal to maintain ties with his children.

Whatever pleasure or orgasm you might have had now has a price. It was all a transaction you entered into when you made that choice and since you were bombed out of your mind you will now pay the price for your fun without even a fleeting sweet memory of what you enjoyed. Even that is too great a reward for the worthless pile of human refuse that you are. At this point, the best thing that can happen to avoid future suffering is that you die so your husband is free to get a worthy wife and his children have a possible hope to have a loving mother.

No sense in being gentle with this one. She has already done enough damage so her demise would make the world a better place.

Valentines Day without the benefits

I am alone again, having not duped some guy into spending time, money or attention on me. It was the same way this time last year. Although I managed to lure one in shortly afterward, I live for the moment and did not think ahead enough to trap a guy into that during Valentines day so I could get the benefits of it. So today the bathtub is gonna be pretty dry. <wink wink> Better luck next year, huh?

What women really want

When it comes to specifics, what women want is as varied as the number of women you ask that question of. A good summary of the answers you would get; women want that which they do not have.

For me, I want a guy who can bend me over a chair arm and take me so hard it hurts, and then on another day pin me down in a tent on a rainy day and steam up the inside with condensation from our heavy breathing. After a while I get to wanting a guy who is willing to spend money on me getting the things that catch my eye. I am likely to not have any desire for him sexually, assuming he is even up to that. Then I tire of him as he starts to bore me, so then I get to wanting Mr. Ramrod who never spends a dime on me.

I go back and forth, as these two are never the same guy.

Nuke the east county?

It all started with a post on the San Diego craigslist.

tactical strike (west of 163)

So what im proposing is a tactical nuclear strike to erase all the white trash tweekers in east county. Maybe a 300 kiloton yield would do the job but I dunno. The whole lifted F150 thing is kinda played out also. Lets just start with a clean slate. With SD's easterly ocean breeze all the fallout will drift to Arizona. 

So I chimed in with this reply:

Hey! I resent that!

The tweeker comment is just a stereotype, and the cops never actually got a conviction pinned on me for any alleged meth use. Innocent until proven guilty and all that. Also, some nice dear people live in Arizona, along with the genetic failures, and it is unfair to wipe the innocent out with the guilty. Finally, where are you going to get the wonderful Julian apple pie if you turn it into a slag heap? How about that, nuke boy?