May I kindly ask what the hell is this: "My angel plays an innocent but emotionally painful game with me, devouring me for her own gratification in the moment, never really intending to hurt me, she not even realizing the extent of the damage she inflicts upon me emotionally, pain resulting from the intensity of her affections, and the sudden withdrawal so harshly imposed by our geography apart."
Do you read what you write?
This is plain evidence that the girls, not "girl".... girls, have YOU under control, not the other way around.
You should care less what they do to you.
You should care less what they think of you.
They should care what you can do to them.
They should care what you think of them.
You need to stop wanting them and them knowing that.
That is your weakness.
And that opening has been exploited by the girls fully.
[QUOTE=UnospongeBob]I was supposed to come down to Monterrey soon, but I have not even purchased my plane tickets, realizing that for each day I see "her," I will suffer thirty days of pure hell afterward, being taunted over the bliss I experienced for one or two days, and being made acutely aware of her absence the rest of the month, missing her attentions like no other for the thirty days I am isolated back in the US.
My angel plays an innocent but emotionally painful game with me, devouring me for her own gratification in the moment, never really intending to hurt me, she not even realizing the extent of the damage she inflicts upon me emotionally, pain resulting from the intensity of her affections, and the sudden withdrawal so harshly imposed by our geography apart.
Some of the girls play the game with malice, some with purely financial motivations, some for fun...She plays the game with other motivations in mind I believe, but oblivious to the consequences she inflicts on me resulting from the intensity of her affections, made with love and sincerity, but the consequences of which she is totally oblivious to.
I can tolerate, and even enjoy, the girls that knowingly play their routine games with me. It's the ones, like my Angel, that are sincere in their affections. Their affections are like endless torture that follows me back to the US each time I visit Monterrey.
You are right...I am not the Cabron. Perhaps this "softy" should just stay here in the vast wasteland to work on casting off this monkey on his back.[/QUOTE]
