Tá Mrs J duine le SAVAGE patience
A wonderful treat to wake up on a Sat morning and find a peach of a thread that I missed the first time around. The best of TFK.
Suas, madra, tà mè tuirseach
The problem here and in so many marriages is that the wife feels weak and powerless. She doesn’t mind that you were drunk, absent and spending money. Shes not even scared of you absconding with a bit of skirt. What she fears and resents is that she has temporarily let you off her leash and that all her years of training, trimming and moulding may be impinged if she eases up with the discipline.
You need to explain all of this to her- slowly and patiently…as soon as possible.
Get back to us, will you?
(Its only a doghouse if theres a dog in it.)
As sure as oiche follows lá
Ah lovely
Women make good mates, often really great housemates and fun, short-term casual partners. When the line is crossed into a life of romantic cohabiting with the sub species of human that is the female, it is the stuff of absolute fucking nightmares, in comparison to the peace of a life of solitude, in the company of good friends. A lifetime of navigating an erratic bundle of an emotional tinderbox, often so mentally obsessed with needless amd senseless power games amidst the shakespearean reactions to feeling slighted by the most trivial of absolute nonsense, I’ll have the second half of my life without the relentless diplomatic Tonnai Thorai and Ballai Luimhnigh and take the largest serving of single life this world is capable of giving me. Fuck the doghouse. There’ll always be some other bitch who’ll crawl into it for them. I ask myself if I’m bitter, but I realise that it’s a commitment to stop sacrificing so much for so little.
I reckon it’s about managing the intermediate years, gents.
Women are savage craic in their 20’s, mental through their 30’s, between 2 stools in their 40’s and savage craic again after that.
I’m married 25 years and with Mrs. Kremmen for nearly 30 at this stage. I’m just back in after a feed of pints and there was a bit of dinner waiting, with a good heart and no drama. Once the kids have grown up any way right and you have your relative health and faculties, what could you be giving out about?
Appreciate your blessings…
My first is due in 5 weeks and I’m forty. By the time i get him/her out of the house I’ll be lucky to be able to go for a piss without help. Hard to know what’s best. Live life before kids or after kids when you’ve zero work and plenty of money.
If I had the choice again I’d go early
Yeah, it’s an interesting one
Once you have a good, genuine hobby that is separate to your relationship you should be golden. Living in each other’s ear is a recipe for disaster
Isteach
Head away out to Navan and hope it blows over
The best thing you could do now is double down and get it out of the way. Set a bar…stay off it for a few weeks and then when it happens again around Christmas she knows the story!
In fairness you’ve had a good run of it .
That was my initial plan. When I couldn’t drive the young fella to soccer, I don’t think a spin to Navan would cut it
Uh oh. 1 year later and I’ve done it again (except not the garden this time).
Well I hope you had a good sup at least