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I really need to stop being so fucking hard to be with. I start petty arguments over nonsense all the time, I just have such a bad temper, and I know I cant expect her to be perfect, she tries so hard and any other dude would probably think she is perfect. Im just an idiot sometimes.

This girl is so fucking in love with me, and I know that, and maybe thats why I feel like I can be a jerkoff, but lately I feel like ive actually been doing damage to our relationship and she says so.

The other day she said she thought she was crazy for thinking it, but for the first time in our relationship she thought about us not being together. Shes over it now, but that fucking scared me, especially knowing its my fault.

For the most part im so nice, and really a great boyfriend, and she knows this. But I dunno...sometimes I just feel angry and argumentative and any little thing will set me off.

I know I need to stop, I will even through our love, possibly lose her because of this.

Advice, thoughts, comments?

WAYWT Wyclef edition

TOJ, Gant.

Im really bad with it, straight dont see any numbers in any of them, except A and I see a 20, which isn't even listed haha.

It kinda sucks I guess, doesnt really bother me. I do wear mostly gray, black, white and shades of maroon/burgundy though. Meh.

finding so much shit in the cuffs of my pants

amen

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3rd times the fuckin charm then hahaha

Shes the 3rd girl i've slept with.

How the fuck do I get over the fact that girl who I love, and want to be with so much slept with 12 other dudes before me.

You bitched me out in the other thread, it helped out somewhat. You should do it again.

Sometimes I think my life is extremely shitty, then stuff like this happens.

Money has been extremely tight lately, only thing on my mind, constantly worried, all this shit that needs to be taken care of but no cash.

Ive got a couple of family heirloom jewelry pieces handed down to me from Russia, a couple of rings and a beautiful diamond necklace, which is worth loot.

Its crossed my mind to pawn/sell one of the pieces, but every time I thought about it I just got severely down about it, and didn't go through with it.

Today was the final straw, I was just like fuck it, ima go sell this necklace. I get on the bus to go down to the place, I get off the bus at the second to last stop, and instinctively run through my pockets to see if the necklace is still there.

Its. Fucking. Gone.

I stand there frozen in shock for a moment, then run in the direction the bus goes, I get to the Bus Depot (as its the last stop) and there is a bus there, same route, but different bus/driver. Im like FUCK!>!#!#!

I run up to the other bus, tell the driver I left something on the bus before him.

It was my luck that the bus didnt go on another round, but headed straight to the bus depot. The driver who I walked up is trying to call the bus driver of the bus I was first on, hes not answering though.

I literally just wanna cry, finally the other driver calls back, the dude I walked up to explains scenario to him.

Im still thinking the worst, because even if its there, this thing is obviouisly worth something, hell just say it isnt there and keep it for himself.

I suppose there are still good people in this world, he said he found it, and would give it to the dispatcher for holding till I could come pick it up.

Im hella relieved, and have second thoughts about selling it, as this is some kind of otherwordly message, but I decide I need the money, I need to do it.

On the way to the Bus Depot, I get a call back from the 5th Ave NYC Law Firm that I interviewed for, and theyre telling me to come into work starting Monday.

I suppose everything happens for a reason

Absolutely crazy day, I feel so drained. Just want a drink and go to sleep.

There are 3 facebook pages and email addresses I log on to regularly that are not my own : /

Seriously considering just upping and moving to costa rica with my gf, just need to figure some shut out

you can't act all insecure and shit about it or else its gonna push her away. you're the top dog right now dude, so just keep doing the things that you did to make her in love with you in the first place - don't change that.

how long have you been with her anyway?

When I asked her like half a year, it's been around 2 months since then.

I posted this in random thoughts, but I guess I could post it here, plus ill add more on to this post

I knew it was a bad idea to ask, though I did anyway.

Dreaded "how many guys before me" question...

I had a feeling she had a bit of history, but what can you do. I don't like the number, especially for her age, 20. She says obviously none of those people matter anymore, and she was a much different person then.

I really do love her a lot, can see us being together for a long, long time, but ever since she told me it's been constantly on my mind.

Have I doomed this relationship by asking? Or am I just overreacting and should move on, everyone does things...

It will only retract from the discussion if I don't say the amount, i'm #12.

I really feel like an idiot for asking, I love this girl so much, and she realy is head over heels in love with me it seems, and she tells me all these wonderful things, like really great things, and she cares about me, she really does.

Basically she is fucking wonderful in every sense, but I think about the fact that shes been with other guys so much now it kills me, it really does I hate it, and I wish it would stop, but I cant stop thinking about it.

It is invading every part of my psyche, I see a guy post on her facebook, oh she fucked him, i'm with her and she runs into someone she knows, she fucked him, it goes on and on and on.

I hardly think she thinks about it, its totally my problem, I never brought it up to her again after I asked her.

Im contemplating talking to her about it, but I dont even know why, and something tells me thats not a good idea. This shit is seriously driving me crazy, fucking poisonous question. I wish id never asked.

I love her a lot, and really want to be with her...but I feel like something changed, and I cant really explain it but it seeps itself into every fucking aspect of the relationship. Like shell say something, and ill take it a certain way because I know shes been with these other guys, versus if I didnt know I would take what she said differently.

Its just like im filled with this weird constant paranoia, don't even know.

These are absolutely gorgeous and slim elegant shape. Brand new...kind of need some cash so unfortunately I have to get rid of them before having even worn them out once, the size is a US 8, and they fit me perfectly if not a tough big, I wear an 8.5 in DBs, 8 in Cons, 10 in Adidas/Nike.

Free shipping within the CONUSA, international we can discuss, paypal preferred please, asking $350

I have great feedback on my ebay account, have sold on superfuture before, etc.

I think this could be interesting, provide some context as well.

I think this could be interesting, provide some context as well.

I live in NY and I'll fedex you something for the dead ass real world advice

You don't understand how much I regret asking

I know well be fine, cause she's fine, and I make it seem like idgaf, time will tell

the number only matters if a) she got an std during the process or she cheated on boyfriends a lot. otherwise it shouldnt concern you.

....which is what everyone tells you, but the reality of the situation is no guy really wants to imagine his girl with another guy - it takes away from some of the intimacy. unfortunately you are just going to have to come to terms with it. think of it that it was all practice to make sure you guys have a good sex life in your current relationship.

also, has she had sex with more people than you?

Ughhhhh on the first part.

Yes on the latter question

i think it's a legit concern.

past does define character and i'm sure if you stay with her there'll be lots of awkward moments with her past.

that being said, i dont think any of us can tell you what to do. you'll just have to decide whether or not this bothers you so much that you'll want to leave a girl that you think is that great.

What exactly do you mean by awkward moments...?

You guys dont believe that things people have done in the past may slightly define character?

fishing trip, what what

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I knew it was a bad idea to ask, though I did anyway.

Dreaded "how many guys before me" question...

I had a feeling she had a bit of history, but what can you do. I don't like the number, especially for her age, 20. She says obviously none of those people matter anymore, and she was a much different person then.

I really do love her a lot, can see us being together for a long, long time, but ever since she told me it's been constantly on my mind.

Have I doomed this relationship by asking? Or am I just overreacting and should move on, everyone does things...

It will only retract from the discussion if I don't say the amount, i'm #12.

I think i'm becoming an alcoholic, and it IS a problem, though I tell myself it isnt, and justify my drinking in stupid ways.

I don't remember the last day I didnt go to sleep by passing out, and its 5 in the afternoon right now and im drunk.

Not to mention I keep drinking swill, whatevers cheapest ill get. Right now im imbibing on St. Ides 40s....wtf.

I tell myself I drink because theres nothing else to do, and hell... i want to, so why deny myself the pleasure. But its more than that, my fathers a terrible alcoholic and alwatys has been, so is his father, and my mothers father died 2 years ago...much too soon due to his alcoholism. so clearlyt i dont have genetics working on my side.

its so sad, in a way. i feel like i could have been more, done more, this summer, but i did nothing.

hopefully once school starts ill get back in check. but even then, id get off the train after my commute, liquor store literally RIGHT in front of my stop, id grab a personal and slowly drink it as i did my school work.

id like to say it wouldnt be a problem if i lived my life like i always do, but thats not really true.

cant even drive, got a dwi. wtf is wrong with me

drunk, sweaty, and sunburned