We have one child and so at the earlier part of last year I began to look more closely at our relationship and marriage in general. A few years ago I moved to London with my girlfriend Jane, our first time to live away from home. One night him and his friends decided to meet up with her at a local bar. Askreddit is not your soapbox, personal army, or advertising platform. Long story shorter, I yell at her, dude continues to be oblivious, she gives me my class ring back I know, right? He at least made her give my stuff back, but I wanted that bitch to go to jail lol. That's either some terrible timing or she was hardly doing anything else.
She married him just for money, but now she regrets her decision because she really lacks a dick in her pussy.
She had been seeing this guy for about a year when she got pregnant. He has now moved in with a new girlfriend, and last time I saw him he was a mess. I went from washing sweaty running shorts and arguing over packed lunches, to making love to a 40 year old doctor on the top floor of the Hilton, resting my head on his shoulder during a West End musical and holding hands in the rain as we laughed our way into a hotel foyer. The only factor that I didn't allow for is that I have developed feelings for him. And I kept the dog: Truthfully it wasn't a great relationship and it would have ended in the near future even if all of that didn't happen.