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The world of a woman.


Ezekiel 25:17
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Talking about both our works chr*stm*s parties last night.

 

Her: I'm going to stay at Grants tomorrow night as you won't be able to pick me up, a taxi will be too expensive and I don't want to commit to having to leave at 11 o'clock for the last train if I'm having a good time.

 

Me: That sounds sensible.

 

Her: Are you not jealous?

 

Me: No. Am I supposed to be?

 

Her: Whatever. When's yours, what you doing?

 

Me: We're going to some shit hotel for a meal with free booze from 7:30 till midnight.

 

Her: Well I'm not happy about that. You could get pissed, book a room and shag that pretty girl you work with.

 

Me: Oh fuck off love, I don't even want to go and you're picking me up at midnight! Might be a bit obvious if I'm not there don't you think.

 

Her: Don't get in a strop and pissy with me because you're jealous I'm staying at Grants.

 

 

I just had to walk out laughing. You can't reason with that level of batshit crazy.

 

I think she'd already planned the argument in advance and was reading off cue cards.  She forgot you weren't jealous and read it out anyway.

 

No idea why we have to be jealous.  I'm accused of not loving her enough if I don't get jealous.

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My missus is doing my fucking head in, went for my work Christmas meal yesterday, got half cut but was home for tea and put the bairn to bed while she went to visit our new nephew in the hospital. I got it tight all night and she's still whinging this morning, I've just told her to fuck off.

 

The only thing stopping me going to the pub is the fact it's our Son's first birthday today, lovely atmosphere for him now too.

 

Why are they all nagging, moany faced bastards?

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My missus is doing my fucking head in, went for my work Christmas meal yesterday, got half cut but was home for tea and put the bairn to bed while she went to visit our new nephew in the hospital. I got it tight all night and she's still whinging this morning, I've just told her to fuck off.

 

The only thing stopping me going to the pub is the fact it's our Son's first birthday today, lovely atmosphere for him now too.

 

Why are they all nagging, moany faced bastards?

Ask her if the painters are in.

 

That always helps them calm down and see reason in my experience.

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Lady D was never the jealous type but earlier on this year some tart I used to work with decided to use me as a tool to wind up her fella who promptly got in touch with Lady D via Facebook (fucking Facebook) regurgitating some fabrication to her when she was out of the country.  Since then it's reared it's ugly head a few times.  I've done the sensible thing and simply cut contact with that group because lady D is more important to me.  If nothing else it's taught me to never share a taxi with someone on your route home and however decent you are there's always some psycho shit stirring liar out there hoping to ruin another woman's life. 

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I've had to apologise every morning this week for being a bastard in her dreams. I was lying awake the other morning and she was talking in her sleep. She said "What are you gonna do about child support?". I turned over chuckling and replied "I'm not giving you any" so she let out a little wail and said "But I want you to staaaay".

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I've had to apologise every morning this week for being a bastard in her dreams. I was lying awake the other morning and she was talking in her sleep. She said "What are you gonna do about child support?". I turned over chuckling and replied "I'm not giving you any" so she let out a little wail and said "But I want you to staaaay".

That's possibly the greatest ever post on here.

 

It's right up with 'where's my book'?

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My missus is doing my fucking head in, went for my work Christmas meal yesterday, got half cut but was home for tea and put the bairn to bed while she went to visit our new nephew in the hospital. I got it tight all night and she's still whinging this morning, I've just told her to fuck off.

 

The only thing stopping me going to the pub is the fact it's our Son's first birthday today, lovely atmosphere for him now too.

 

Why are they all nagging, moany faced bastards?

I don't know what's wrong with today's Scotsmen.

 

Wouldn't have caught Trevor putting up with any of that shite from Little Mo.

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My missus is doing my fucking head in, went for my work Christmas meal yesterday, got half cut but was home for tea and put the bairn to bed while she went to visit our new nephew in the hospital. I got it tight all night and she's still whinging this morning, I've just told her to fuck off.

 

The only thing stopping me going to the pub is the fact it's our Son's first birthday today, lovely atmosphere for him now too.

 

Why are they all nagging, moany faced bastards?

It's natural behaviour. She's just welped your heir and needs to protect her place as number one wife. You being out, potentially having fun, is a threat to that as other females could be showing you their tail feathers in a most beguiling way, and she isn't there to mark her territory.

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My missus is doing my fucking head in, went for my work Christmas meal yesterday, got half cut but was home for tea and put the bairn to bed while she went to visit our new nephew in the hospital. I got it tight all night and she's still whinging this morning, I've just told her to fuck off.

 

The only thing stopping me going to the pub is the fact it's our Son's first birthday today, lovely atmosphere for him now too.

 

Why are they all nagging, moany faced bastards?

Oh, Mook, tell me you're just making this up to entertain your internet chums. I had you down as a sensible couple.

 

Oh and its taxing enough keeping up with you lot so don't be thinking I'm doing birthday threads your kids now!

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Oh, Mook, tell me you're just making this up to entertain your internet chums. I had you down as a sensible couple.

 

Oh and its taxing enough keeping up with you lot so don't be thinking I'm doing birthday threads your kids now!

We never usually argue and me telling her to fuck off seemed to clear the air so all good.

 

And the wee man says thanks.

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Her: cook me something nice from the veggie pregnancy list

Me: which one?

Her: anything without aubergine

 

Texts me later

Her: which one did you choose

Me: sprouts and pasta bake

Her: I hate sprouts

Me: you've always eaten sprouts

Her: I hate them now

Me: ok, but I've bought everything and started cooking. Do you want me to cook something else as well?

Her: no, my mum is cooking me something as well

Me: if you're not eating it, then I'll put bacon in it and it will be even better

Her: ok, that's fine

Me: absolutely sure?

Her: yes, I hate sprouts

 

Gets home

Her: that smells delicious, can I have some?

Me: it's got bacon in it

Her: you never cook for me, you're so selfish

 

I'm going to go and bang my head off the wall now

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Drinking too much.

 

I was out for a meal with two blokes and then went to a rock pub for another couple of pints, not exactly a weekend at the Playboy Mansion.

Fuck me. She should try putting up with you coming home wearing a dress and pissing in the wardrobe. She don't know she is born.

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Then went home and looked after the kid for the rest of the night.

 

Hardly found asleep, pissed at the kerb outside.

I'm trying to get a promotion as well and our Director was up, he doesn't like people not having a drink with him.

 

I was a bit jolly like but fine to look after the wee one.

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