tell me about the big one

[blunt_trauma]

for most of us there has been at least one big, life changing romance in our lives.
sometimes it lasts forever, sometimes it all turns sour and sometimes it just runs it's course.
whether you look back with fondness or fury it will have changed you in some way.

what happened?
what did you do right?
what did you do wrong?
what did you learn from it?
how did it all end...or not end?

tell me your story.

[MechaBlade]

They're all big.

This next one might be big, too. *crosses fingers*

[blunt_trauma]

Originally Posted by MechaBlade

They're all big.

This next one might be big, too. *crosses fingers*

well if that's how you're going to be then i'll have to reply first.

get ready for the violins!

[Frisco_Slug_Esq]

You're collecting a lot of stories lately...





Planning a Lit Hit?

[blunt_trauma]

mine was j.

i was 23, with a toddler, had been working hotel reception.
he was 22, my sister's lodger, had an enjineering.
we flirted ridiculously for months before anything happened...me popping round to see my sis, just to catch him walking around in just a towel.
what struck me about him, aside from the rather impressive body, was his sense of humour and how good he was with the kidlet. i've a picture of them together before the relationship started. all grins.
well one night it just...happened. i'm not sure quite how. but from then we just slipped into coupledom.

it ticked along for a while until he got a job offer on the other side of the country. up until then i don't think we'd taken it that seriously, but after a few weeks he said that he couldn't bear to be apart and asked me to move up there.
we had a tiny little house, two up - two down, on the edge of town, near the river and everything was pretty great. he worked long hours making racing car parts, i painted & cleaned. kidlet got bigger, started nursery school. he proposed, we chose a ring.
that domestic bliss thing.
there was a condom popping incident. he begged me to have his son and i agreed...lots of crying & hugging & happy phone calls home.

and then it all went wrong.
he suggested we move back to be near family, so that i'd have more support...unknown to me, he'd just had his dream job offer, working for a racing team, but turned it down because he thought it was the right thing for us.
had he told me i would have said take it, stay, i can cope just fine...
but he didn't.

so we moved home, he took a job he hated, got grumpy.
and we slipped into a cycle of mutual resentment...it started tiny but grew over the years. the happy, fun times were fewer and further between. i didn't know how to communicate how i felt, and i didn't understand what he was feeling. the stress of work made him harder and harder to live with, and i was never easy to live with to start with.

eventually, shortly after our son started school, i decided it was just poisoning all four of us...so i quit. there were tears, raised voices, hugs, home truths. it was one of the hardest things i ever did, but getting over it was easy because i knew it was right...and because i bought new shoes.

and how did it end?

he got another shot at his dream job, moved away, met a wonderful woman, got ungrumpy and lived happily ever after...which is happy and sad for me at once, but mostly happy. i watched him walk down the aisle and knew for certain that i'd done the right thing.

he's still part of our lives, obviously. takes the kids for weekends & holidays, pays the rent, takes me out to lunch, is a sympathetic ear when i need one...above and beyond the call of duty. and he's there forever.

i learned...

lots. that you need to dig sometimes, to find the truth they're trying to protect you from. that you need to explain how you feel and state what you need AND what you can live without. that the painful thing can be the right thing. that i can be loved, completely and utterly. to praise, because everyone needs praise. to never assume someone knows just how much they're appreciated.
and, most importantly, that the occasional bj would've been worth the effort, despite my jaw ache.

[blunt_trauma]

Originally Posted by Frisco_Slug_Esq

You're collecting a lot of stories lately...

Planning a Lit Hit?

i like stories. everybody has stories.
and it's human to want to hear them.
that's why we watch soaps, read novels or go to the movies.
it's all stories about people, real or imaginary...but real is more interesting.
that's why ''the true story of...'' is part of the blurb.

lit hit?

[Frisco_Slug_Esq]

A rub-out, a dish of the dirt, an outing even.


I can tell you my story in two words, and you'll knowingly nod...





Catholic Schoolgirl.

i

[blunt_trauma]

Originally Posted by Frisco_Slug_Esq

A rub-out, a dish of the dirt, an outing even.

I can tell you my story in two words, and you'll knowingly nod...

Catholic Schoolgirl.

i

no, this is a self outing.

catholic schoolgirl...true to stereotype?
i'll sum it up for you
...you met, you shagged, you fell in love, you found a tadpole and lived happily ever after, despite her driving skills!

[vrosej10]

It was my first boyfriend. We met in Year 8 and went out on and off from then until I met my current husband, skipping the marriage in the middle. That guy ripped my heart out and stamped all over it. I thought he was the best thing ever. He'd love me completely one minute and then do something terribly cruel then next. I later realised the reason I loved him so much was that he was doing exactly what my father did, be completely unpredictable emotionally and impossible to please, but we all hopefully live and learn. The day after I turned 16, he became my first lover. We'd fight and break up and get back together the next week. It was a real soap opera. In the end, it just sort of fizzled. I had had a string of much older lovers by the time we got together the last time and I realised I had out grown him, both emotionally and sexually. A few years ago I ran into him after a gap of about 15 years and it became so obvious to me why we didn't work out; he was too unstable. I still wonder what he's doing from time to time but it's well and truly in the past.

Now if you want a Twilight style romance, you want my first marriage...

[Frisco_Slug_Esq]

Catholic schoolgirl is the great love of your life because the sex is always dirty.



I married a proddy because I didn't want a "brood..."

[blunt_trauma]

Originally Posted by vrosej10

It was my first boyfriend...

...but it's well and truly in the past.

sounds tough but educational. sometimes it's so hard to see things clearly from the inside. only when you're outside does it click.

[blunt_trauma]

Originally Posted by Frisco_Slug_Esq

Catholic schoolgirl is the great love of your life because the sex is always dirty.

I married a proddy because I didn't want a "brood..."

better not let her see this post

[Frisco_Slug_Esq]

She would brood over it...











NOT!
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[vrosej10]

Originally Posted by blunt_trauma

sounds tough but educational. sometimes it's so hard to see things clearly from the inside. only when you're outside does it click.

Weirdly, it was watching someone else in the same obsessive kind of relationship that helped me understand my motivations the most. I loved that prick so much and he treated me like crap. I am not the only woman who couldn't deal with his shit, cause he is still single and we're 36, almost 37 now.

[bronzeage]

I was on a charter fishing boat in the Gulf of Mexico, sometime in 1983. The boat was 45 feet long and I was with 20 other guys. We had all shared the charter fee and were set for about 10 hours of bottom fishing. We were tied up to an oil rig had been pulling up red snapper, red fish, small sharks and a few trash fish.

On a previous trip I had snagged a coil of wire and spent 20 minutes winching it up from the bottom of the Gulf. I thought I hooked Moby Dick, but it was a wire about the thickness of a coat hanger. There was probably a couple hundred feet of it still under water when I got my piece of it to the surface.

I had been fishing about an hour when I felt something very solid on the line. It felt just like a coil of wire and I didn't want to go through that again. I released the brake and let the hook settle to the bottom, hoping I could clear the snag and continue fishing. Suddenly the line took off like it was tied to a torpedo. About one hundred yards of line spun off the reel in seconds and then it stopped. The reel over spun, spinning the line into a tangled bird's nest around the reel. I thought about trying to untangle the mess for a second, but didn't want to risk losing a finger if the thing on the other end took off again.

I set the brake and pulled up on the rod, which got the things attention and it fought back. The deck hand saw the tension in the line and recognized that I had something really big. He made everybody else pull up their lines, to give me room to walk around the stern as the thing swam under the boat. It didn't take long, but by pulling up hard on the rod and reeling quickly as it dropped back down, I pulled my sea monster to the surface. It was a manta ray, about ten feet across the wing tips. The deck hand caught in in a boat hook and held it at the surface. He asked if I wanted it, which was kind of a silly question because it probably weighed 1000 pounds and there was no way we could have pulled it on board. I am not sure what we would have done with a half ton of really mad manta ray, if we had gotten it over the railing.

[JohnnySavage]

It was a contest... near closing time at the Cactus Canteen. I won/lost. Her name was Bullah.

[BgMma]

You know...I have had two.

The one I am in right now...

And the one I have had with Smiley777. He and I were notorious virtu-lovers.
Still are, really. Lit vets would remember.

[Luke_Atmydik]

Met my ex wife at a wedding. As soon as she walked in I told my friend I was going to hook up with her. We slept together the first night and got engaged 4 months later.

The girl I'm with now. By far the most love I've ever felt. And one day I will turn it into a story on Lit. You all motherfuckers will lose your collective minds over this. Ahahahahahaha.

[JohnnySavage]

Originally Posted by Luke_Atmydik

Met my ex wife at a wedding. As soon as she walked in I told my friend I was going to hook up with her. We slept together the first night and got engaged 4 months later.

The girl I'm with now. By far the most love I've ever felt. And one day I will turn it into a story on Lit. You all motherfuckers will lose your collective minds over this. Ahahahahahaha.

Will there be photo's?

[BgMma]

Stop bragging, Luke.

BTW...Looking good, Mecha.

[scotsmitch2001]

Mary Johnstone.
She was one of my friends girlfriend at the time...one of those typical,he treated her like dirt and she seemed to thrive on it.
Then they broke up and I think I was the rebound guy,the problem being ,of course ,was that I loved her!
32 years later and I still yearn.

[vrosej10]

Originally Posted by scotsmitch2001

Mary Johnstone.
She was one of my friends girlfriend at the time...one of those typical,he treated her like dirt and she seemed to thrive on it.
Then they broke up and I think I was the rebound guy,the problem being ,of course ,was that I loved her!
32 years later and I still yearn.

That's the way it always goes don't it, we love the one we can never have again... Sad to hear it dude.

[blunt_trauma]

Originally Posted by scotsmitch2001

Mary Johnstone.
She was one of my friends girlfriend at the time...one of those typical,he treated her like dirt and she seemed to thrive on it.
Then they broke up and I think I was the rebound guy,the problem being ,of course ,was that I loved her!
32 years later and I still yearn.

sad

[Kybele]

met him at 19. we didn't much like each other but one night he came to the pub after work and he had two tickets to go see rip rig and panic at the electric in portobello road. I said I'd come with him and buy my ticket with a couple of tabs of acid. As far as I was concerned it was a one night stand.

the first baby was born 6 years later, the second about 9 years later with a marriage in between.

That was all over 24 years ago.

[blunt_trauma]

Originally Posted by Kybele

met him at 19. we didn't much like each other but one night he came to the pub after work and he had two tickets to go see rip rig and panic at the electric in portobello road. I said I'd come with him and buy my ticket with a couple of tabs of acid. As far as I was concerned it was a one night stand.

the first baby was born 6 years later, the second about 9 years later with a marriage in between.

That was all over 24 years ago.

and what did you learn? how did you change? how do you feel when you look back on it all?