Are you divorced or close to it?
Getting married. Worst decision of my life.
Getting married. Worst decision of my life.
Are you divorced or close to it?
Yes, I'm divorced.
Getting married. Worst decision of my life.
Did she cheat or did it just fall apart if that's not too personal?
Yes, she cheated, and blamed me for it. That's pretty much all that needs to be said.
Yes, she cheated, and blamed me for it. That's pretty much all that needs to be said.
Get married they said, it'll be fun they said...
LOL... Whoever came up with the premise must have been insane and a woman.
Oh my ****in god. That would have ****ed me up beyond repair.I have a few simple regrets, chicks I should have gotten to know better, people I should have stayed in touch with, but I only have one regret that bothers me badly. When I was stationed in Sicily I rented a house that had a decent sized and tiered property. The owner left his dog there which was a large GSD and Belgian shepherd cross. Beautiful and friendly dog but this dog slaughtered cats. My wife and I came to the conclusion that the local cat gangs initiation was to make it across my yard. I can't tell you how many half cats, shredded cats, or cat parts I found in the yard. I even saved a few that had been mauled but couldn't make it out. This is all in the first month I'd been in the house.
I had two cats. They stayed in the house or up on the wrap around porch. One morning I was getting ready for my 72 hour shift and went outside to put some stuff in the car. Knowing I had more to bring out I left the downstairs door open and went back upstairs. When I moved to go back out for the second trip I noticed the upstairs door was partially open. My first thought was the cat had gotten out so I went downstairs real quick and looked around. I didn't see the cat but heard something happening in the hedge off to my left. This hedge was up against a tier in the yard so I couldn't see what the dog was doing but I could see where she was. The sun wasn't up yet so all I could tell was that she had something and I thought for sure it was my cat. That and the noises I could hear made me think of all the dead cats and mauled cats I cleaned up in the yard. I dove into the edge of the hedge and started throwing haymakers into the dog trying to get her off my cat. The dog made yelping noises but wouldn't budge. I grabbed her by the throat and dragged her up onto my tier and out of the hedge. I held her back and looked over the tier expecting to see my mauled cat. It wasn't my cat, the dog was having puppies. I had no idea the dog was pregnant, I don't think the owner even knew. I can't tell you how bad I feel about attacking that dog while she was having puppies. That was 22 years ago.
Yeah, I regret the **** out of that mistake.
First wife and leaving the military without retiring.
I moved her and her puppies into a dog house that was built into the fence in a corner of the yard. Got all kinds of blankets and what not to keep them warm. I was very surprised she let me take the puppies from her and move them. I took care of that dog and those puppies big time after that. And before I left I found them all good homes. I did my best to make up for it.hey man, I dont see anything wrong with that. You were protecting with what you thought was your family. She woulda done the same.
She go back to her puppies after?
I am an animal person though. Other than the standard hatred for squirrels and insects, I try to help them wherever and whenever I can. The only good thing about it is I was on my stomach so I couldn't put my weight into the punches. They were just arm blows. It doesn't fix it, but it does help me that I didn't do as much damage as I could have.Holy shit!
Disclaimer--I am in no way shape or form an animal person. Really don't care about them much (I know-- I'm a dick).
BUT--
That would bother the hell out of me if it were me.
Dammit man! Sorry that happenned to you!
22 years man, and it still bothers me enough that it was the first thing I thought of in a regrets thread.Oh my ****in god. That would have ****ed me up beyond repair.
I moved her and her puppies into a dog house that was built into the fence in a corner of the yard. Got all kinds of blankets and what not to keep them warm. I was very surprised she let me take the puppies from her and move them. I took care of that dog and those puppies big time after that. And before I left I found them all good homes. I did my best to make up for it.
I am an animal person though. Other than the standard hatred for squirrels and insects, I try to help them wherever and whenever I can. The only good thing about it is I was on my stomach so I couldn't put my weight into the punches. They were just arm blows. It doesn't fix it, but it does help me that I didn't do as much damage as I could have.
22 years man, and it still bothers me enough that it was the first thing I thought of in a regrets thread.