divorced men. What moment made you realize, it's time for a divorce? When my buddies approached me

to complain that she kept sitting on their laps, wiggling, and hoping for a reaction. You have some

good buddies, man. Super awkward when your buddy's wife is finding any excuse to touch or rub you. If you

say something, you risk causing a fight or him not believing you. If you say nothing, you're a bad person.

I was a Lance Corporal bringing home scraps for a paycheck to an unemployed wife who one day brought home a brand new Lexus IS 350.

Because she got a good deal on it. Apparently I was supposed to pay the $800 a month

bill. I didn't think it was a good deal. My friend got a pretty substantial year-end bonus from work.

He decided to use most of it for his wife's Christmas gift and pay off her remaining student loans,

about $15,000,

and the remaining portion to buy a new computer share for when he gamed, about $300. Christmas morning,

he was nice enough to let me stay at his place when I travelled for work, as he lived 20 minutes from the airport, we all woke up and had breakfast. His family and her parents came over and we started exchanging

gifts. Besides paying for her loans, he had gotten her a few items. She opened the card saying

her loans were paid off and she just sat there for a minute. After the silence and assuming

she was kind of in shock, she asked, did you seriously not get me anything else? I brought

you that stupid keyboard. She got him the wrong one, by the way. And you only got me a few things? At that point, his brother-in-law and myself decided to hang out in another room, for a while, while they ended up getting into a huge fight. A day later, when he was dropping me off at the airport, he told me he was going to visit a lawyer and get a divorce.

I'd been seeing a girl for six months. I knew she was unstable and explosive, but I was in love

with her good side and also kind of an idiot. She convinced me to move in with her, then convinces me

we need a new kitchen, a new bathroom, a new couch, new TV, and she also needs a driver's

license. Since she was permanently broke, I paid for it all like a good boyfriend does. Then I broke

my leg. She took care of me for a few days, then said I could do my own grocery shopping and make

my own dinner, since she wasn't my mother. Mind you, we lived on the third floor of an apartment building

and there was no elevator while I was up to my knee in caste. The week after, she went out with

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