Rob K:
Juddian:
I feel sorry for blokes who have managed to find such poor examples of women for themselves, that they now believe all women can’t be trusted.
Maybe some blokes would be well advised to stop looking at the packaging and look for the real beauty in women, which comes from deep within and not painted on the outside to attract, like a lemon flower that might look nice but in time bears bitter fruit.

What, you mean like those “gems” in S E Asia you alluded to in your post yesterday? Are those the same “gems” that love you long time and will do anything for you so long as you tie the knot and then they can fleece you for all you’re worth so they can buy a nice house for themself and their family back home, whilst doing the same thing to their other 5 husbands? What could possibly go wrong?
No, you know perfectly well that i wasn’t referring to '‘internet sourced take aways’, as i stated in that post.
As for being dolled up to the 9’s and off out for rumpy pumpy because a husband/partner/love?/father/main breadwinner is stuck out earning a crust in the best way they know how, well i wonder why these painted soul-less unfaithful witches of betrayal couldn’t be arsed to keep themselves attractive for their husbands?
Or does that only apply with this type during the fishing expedition for the walking wallet, soon as the ring slides up the finger everything changes, and the war paint and feminine attire gets put back in the wardrobe until required for attracting a more suitable bet?
A partnership takes effort from both, and i am in no way excusing the fools of men who when they do have some free time of work they can’t wait to get to the pub or footy/golf or whatever their excuse to be single blokes again is, neglecting their loves and falling through the door at 2am ■■■■■■ as a parrot is not going to a enthuse or inspire the most fine examples of womanhood.
We are talking about partnerships here, where each appreciates the other and treats them as well as they did during the courtship rituals for all their lives together.
Tried being that long forgotten suitor gentleman to your wife, keeping a vase full of beautiful flowers freshly stocked for her all the time (not just a bloody bunch on valentines day hoping for a reward
like some dog on heat), telling her every day every time you speak if apart how lovely she is what you think of her and you love her, look after her, make sure she knows she’s secure with you, talk to her for Christs sake do not end up sitting in front of the bloody idiot box in the corner soaking up the state propaganda, when she dresses nicely and puts some lippy and eye shadow on for your return from work do you notice and tell her how fine she looks how proud and lucky you are and unable to take your eyes off her, when out together hold her hand or arm in arm if she prefers, always walking on the traffic side of a pavement, hold doors open for her, open the car door for her offering her a hand or arm for support as she alights in or from the car, just respect her for God’s sake.
Look after a well chosen woman, letting her know, and proving to her every day of your life that she is the most important person in your life, and if she has an ounce of womanhood in her she will repay that in spades.
Oh dear Sammyn, have you re-read your post, i really don’t know where to start, in fact i feel rather sorry for you both.
If it matters lady J was and still is lovely, but she’s of Latin blood so may not come up to your visual standards and our relationship has no basis on wealth nor looks because i’m as far from an oil painting as you could get, if she or i became the visual equivalent of the elephant man/woman then it would make no difference to what is inside.
I looked into her eyes and drowned in them many years ago, i still do, if poverty came through the door then that deep caring attraction and affection would not fly out the window.