boobs of justice, part duex
I took a short sabbatical from my boobs of justice friend so she could have the weekend to repair her disastrous relationship. That and because she can be my stalker at times. Her birthday is next week and I know the lame ass boyfriend isn't doing jack crap for her; he did make the promise to take her to the most expensive and lavish restaurant in Seattle, but just back out. She's been dreaming and bragging about this dinner for months, and now that's dashed. But I knew this would happen, the man knew this, it was anticipated. I know he isn't even gonna lift his sausage-like index finger to dial her friends for an impromptu party or dinner on her behalf. So I go to the bra of the matter, boobs of justice herself.
We talked about the gentle rebuilding of a doomed relationship, her and her man. He's been living out of town doing an internship for three months, and her theory is that this time away from her and home has given him 'unnecessary bachelor time." Hmmmm. He is a man. Who is unmarried. All time is bachelor time, babe. During this bachelor time, he's learned to piss with the door open, converse with members of the opposite sex, and hate the fact that he has been the 'bottom' in his relationship with the boobs of justice. She is a complete control freak, often trying to school me, telling me I need a man I can control. I don't play that way, well, sometimes.
She is trying to relinquish some control in the relationship, which includes but is not limited to: not paying for all of his meals, booze, gas and other such things, allowing him to make decisions like movie times and restaurant selections, and perhaps dressing himself. It has turned into a power struggle over this man’s mind and body, and the boobs of justice is not likely to bow out of this fight peacefully. I find this comical, but it makes me question my own relationship. Who is the dominant participant in my relationship?
I just don’t know what to tell her when she starts this talk. I hear endless rants about how she KNOWS she is his perfect girl, she KNOWS he likes being pussy-whipped. My retorts, which are not kindly taken sound like:
“Did he really wake up and say, ‘You know, I’d like an insecure, jealous, control freak girlfriend. With big boobs. And I want to be pussy-whipped.’ No, Boobs of justice, he didn’t. You constantly expressing this shows that you are trying to convince yourself of this matter. You need therapy. And if he really wants that, you both need therapy. You can’t keep a man caged AND quiet, despite how much you think he truly enjoys being pussy-whipped. Obviously he doesn’t. Obviously he’s having the adult equivalent to a teenage rebel-fest. Just because you provide for him, cook his dinners, do his laundry and take care of his ‘manly-needs’ doesn’t mean you can take control of him. Maybe his idea of the perfect girl is some one who will let him smoke unlimited amounts of weed, play video games till his penis falls off, not go to college and actually wants to watch sports with him. Who knows.”
Obviously she is living in lala-land and probably has no idea what her boyfriend wants, but that’s not deterring her from imagining he is still her good clean Christian man that wants to go to law school, become a lawyer, marry her and provide a good clean Christian home which includes her not working. Right.
I hope she gets her act together. She is a fantastic person, but this retarded relationship is turning her into a disaster trainwreck that I don't like to be around. Now she's pissy and crabby and complains all the damn time. I hate complainers. Are you breathing? That's not an excuse to complain, in fact, it's a reason not to. And it is fueling her insecurity so much that I don't even like to work out with her, and she's my workout pal! Everything is a crazy competition, with her running to that numb-nuts man bragging about how many pushups she did compared to me, like that's gonna make him appreciate her more. I wish she'd wise up and realize this dude is bringing her down, and no dream of not working and living financial-problem free is worth loosing yourself.
We talked about the gentle rebuilding of a doomed relationship, her and her man. He's been living out of town doing an internship for three months, and her theory is that this time away from her and home has given him 'unnecessary bachelor time." Hmmmm. He is a man. Who is unmarried. All time is bachelor time, babe. During this bachelor time, he's learned to piss with the door open, converse with members of the opposite sex, and hate the fact that he has been the 'bottom' in his relationship with the boobs of justice. She is a complete control freak, often trying to school me, telling me I need a man I can control. I don't play that way, well, sometimes.
She is trying to relinquish some control in the relationship, which includes but is not limited to: not paying for all of his meals, booze, gas and other such things, allowing him to make decisions like movie times and restaurant selections, and perhaps dressing himself. It has turned into a power struggle over this man’s mind and body, and the boobs of justice is not likely to bow out of this fight peacefully. I find this comical, but it makes me question my own relationship. Who is the dominant participant in my relationship?
I just don’t know what to tell her when she starts this talk. I hear endless rants about how she KNOWS she is his perfect girl, she KNOWS he likes being pussy-whipped. My retorts, which are not kindly taken sound like:
“Did he really wake up and say, ‘You know, I’d like an insecure, jealous, control freak girlfriend. With big boobs. And I want to be pussy-whipped.’ No, Boobs of justice, he didn’t. You constantly expressing this shows that you are trying to convince yourself of this matter. You need therapy. And if he really wants that, you both need therapy. You can’t keep a man caged AND quiet, despite how much you think he truly enjoys being pussy-whipped. Obviously he doesn’t. Obviously he’s having the adult equivalent to a teenage rebel-fest. Just because you provide for him, cook his dinners, do his laundry and take care of his ‘manly-needs’ doesn’t mean you can take control of him. Maybe his idea of the perfect girl is some one who will let him smoke unlimited amounts of weed, play video games till his penis falls off, not go to college and actually wants to watch sports with him. Who knows.”
Obviously she is living in lala-land and probably has no idea what her boyfriend wants, but that’s not deterring her from imagining he is still her good clean Christian man that wants to go to law school, become a lawyer, marry her and provide a good clean Christian home which includes her not working. Right.
I hope she gets her act together. She is a fantastic person, but this retarded relationship is turning her into a disaster trainwreck that I don't like to be around. Now she's pissy and crabby and complains all the damn time. I hate complainers. Are you breathing? That's not an excuse to complain, in fact, it's a reason not to. And it is fueling her insecurity so much that I don't even like to work out with her, and she's my workout pal! Everything is a crazy competition, with her running to that numb-nuts man bragging about how many pushups she did compared to me, like that's gonna make him appreciate her more. I wish she'd wise up and realize this dude is bringing her down, and no dream of not working and living financial-problem free is worth loosing yourself.
Leave a Comment
TheJoeD on
Two things:
A balance of power is critical, anything short of 50/50 leads to arguments and break ups.
and secondly, you can't rebuild a damaged relationship. This I am convinced of. You're only prolonging the inevitable. It's like trying to find an exit strategy out of Iraq...there is none besides just leaving.
(this comment isnt going as well as I planned)
A balance of power is critical, anything short of 50/50 leads to arguments and break ups.
and secondly, you can't rebuild a damaged relationship. This I am convinced of. You're only prolonging the inevitable. It's like trying to find an exit strategy out of Iraq...there is none besides just leaving.
(this comment isnt going as well as I planned)
Fleur on
Some things are not worth fighting over, but I do believe the boobs of justice has taken away this man's basic inalienable rights, like freedom. It's funny to watch this fight, it like two titans battling for a grape.
