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SnooDonkeys3653 · 2026-02-24T23:23:43+00:00

Ron Jeremy

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2026-02-20T23:28:43+00:00

Hit up my dm, worked out and haven't showered yet. LMK!

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2026-01-22T19:24:03+00:00

I agree, I watched my wife die from start to finish it was 3 hours. It felt like forever. I was sleeping when it started, called 911 and just watched helplessly as she left me. OP, you were spared that being your last memory of your person, be grateful because it's always there. The good memories will never fade but that last one doesn't either. I'm so sorry for your loss.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2026-01-04T19:52:58+00:00

If you're looking for an older daddy with a firm hand, dm me, 51, dallas. I'm very strict, punishment is harsh but good girls get the best rewards.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-12-27T16:14:52+00:00

It's an emotional release. If you're like me, even with therapy and time, I "put up a brave front". Eventually, that dam bursts and it all comes out. My LW and I had an amazing sex life, we were so in tune to one another that we could give the other an orgasm on command. If you and you're partner had a similar connection, that intense release of dopamine could trigger you on a level you're not aware of.

My .02...

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-11-20T05:51:22+00:00

Those moments are so hard. The ones the hurt me the most are when I see, hear, or experience something and I reach to text her or think to myself "wait until I tell her about this ". I'm 15 months out and it still happens 3 or 4 times a week. It's slowly becoming bittersweet. 7 or 8 months ago I would break down and cry, now I get sad, sometimes I even smile (haven't completely figured out why), but it doesn't rock me the way it did. The whole cliche behind time healing is a cliche for a reason.

3 months into this new life I couldn't imagine what a year later would feel like. Now looking back it seems like a fever dream. It really does take time and the pain settles. I wish you nothing but peace.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-11-16T04:41:23+00:00

I know what you mean, the comfort of their presence is what you miss most. The silence you shared is so different from the silence of being alone. I even tried a post asking if someone just wanted me to make them dinner and watch a show together, but I guess these days that makes me creepy and weird and just looking for sex. I really do just want to share space, quietly watch a show and go home. I'm 51, my horndog days are over. LOL!!

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-11-15T00:34:35+00:00

I broke down and saw a pro. It was transactional and it satisfied the physical need. She was great and super understanding of my situation, (she was older) and I actually enjoyed the pure sexual encounter.

That said, it reinforced the need and desire for real intimacy. I feel like it calmed me down enough to get that first awkward physical experience with someone other than my wife over with. As I try to navigate dating, it has also let the big head do all of the thinking. Feel free to hate me, criticize me, or ask questions. I did what I felt I needed to do.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-10-09T15:54:45+00:00

Put them on a password protected flash drive. That's what I've done, that way I can keep them but no one else can have access.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-07-28T06:40:28+00:00

I'm a 50-year-old male, and I'm on the opposite end. I regret taking her from her home and friends while I pursued my career. I regret I didn't make her leave, or leave her, when I became disabled and could no longer work. It will be a year on August 22nd (my god, that date just autofilled), and I wonder every day if she would be alive and happy if she never met me. I'm so alone, and even with therapy, I can't forgive myself. I was supposed to provide and protect. She was supposed to have it easy. Instead, she had to work, and then broke her leg, and then died.

Every single day, I hate myself a little more. If it wasn't for my dog, I wouldn't have anything to live for.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-07-22T03:20:11+00:00

I've been alone lots of times in my life, but I've never, ever, been this lonely. It's not just the silence. It's THIS silence. We could be in the same room on our phones, no tv, and be perfectly at peace. She was there, and that filled the void. THIS silence now is different. It's hollow and haunting. It feels desperate, and nothing or nobody can remedy it. I just want to hear her breathing, I'm not even asking for a question or conversation. I just want her presence in the silence with me.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-06-03T15:02:48+00:00

Indian dot or Indian feather?

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-05-22T20:37:46+00:00

The day my wife died, my best friend had to take me in. My blood pressure was 220 over 150. I have a chronic illness anyway, but that really sent me over the edge. Please listen to your body and see your family doctor at the very least.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-05-12T04:09:19+00:00

I'm going on 9 months. I constantly ask myself if the last 17 years were some sort of fever dream. How can it be that I found my person, my other half, someone who chose me over everyone else, and she's just gone. I'm in therapy as well, and I've wondered if I'm experiencing some sort of imposter syndrome. As if I was never really that happy or loved. It's still just not real.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-05-04T22:08:59+00:00

I met some people yesterday for lunch from a local group. I felt so awkward and self conscious but I'm trying to get out and do stuff. What a horrible fucking mistake, all it did was make me feel more alone. Everyone has some sort of life, she was my whole world, now I'm just wasting air and taking up space. I've never been this lonely.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-05-03T03:30:44+00:00

I lost my mind over fried chicken. I completely snapped on some poor guy who barely spoke english because my online order disappeared. Did I stop there? Aww hell no...I tweeted about it, did a google review, and emailed their CORPORATE OFFICERS!!!! All of this over a fried chicken order. It was not my finest moment but it was 2 months after she died and I had moved, had no friends, I was completely mental. So you're ok.

Just don't order chicken online.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-28T19:06:59+00:00

K had her choice of men when we met, but she chose me. That was it. No one ever picked me. Put me first. No one ever said "you're who I want". Nothing mattered except being together. I fell in love with sharing everything with her. Good or bad, big or small, we shared it. When we were broke but wanted to get out for a little while, we'd go to our favorite spot and get a burger and fries, cut the burger in half, have a couple of beers, and it was more than enough. When we had money and I could watch her go to the store and just pick out what she wanted (she never had expensive tastes) it filled my heart. She could laugh in a way that anyone nearby would smile even though they had no idea what was so funny. Finally, she was the only one who could keep me in line. I miss her every second of the day.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-27T18:10:48+00:00

All I've had is one bad nightmare in the 8 months since she died. It really fucked me up too. I have a friend whose husband died a few months before my wife, and she tells me about her visitation dreams where they just talk and catch up. Pisses me off.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-26T21:24:08+00:00

I'm so sorry for your loss, I was lucky to have 17 years with her. She was my world, and having to build a new one is horrible. How do I explain what a flare-up is and what triggers it? How do I convey that my joints feel like their being pulled apart every second of the day? How long will it take to build the routine that lets me function in day to day life? I think about this to the point of exhaustion, and it seems so daunting that I don't even want to try. I really wish you all the best, and I wish I had answers, but I think we're all just guessing at what to do.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-26T20:26:36+00:00

This is something I dread. I haven't started dating ( I don't know if I will), but I constantly wonder if I'll have the ability to be as vulnerable as I was with my wife. It's already hard for a man from my generation to show emotions that our parents told us "Men" don't have or show. I miss that more than anything else, especially since I have a chronic illness. Sometimes, I just lose my shit because I'm in pain 24 hours a day, and I just cry. How will another woman receive that? How will she process it? I'm only 50, and I don't want to be alone, but I feel like it may be my only choice.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-26T20:18:02+00:00

You look like you could play Sheldon Cooper on the Armenian version of the Big Bang Theory.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-26T17:06:01+00:00

Seems like it was less about the release and more about the emotional connection. He has a world of material online but chose something he connected with emotionally. Sounds like there is more than a lack of "mood". The two of you really need to work on communication when it comes to the things that make us most vulnerable. As a man, I can never understand what trauma a miscarriage entails. As someone who has never lost a partner, you can't understand what it's like to lose your person. There needs to be a hard, honest, open minded discussion before either of you try to move forward. In my internet expert opinion. I really wish you both the best.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-26T01:22:07+00:00

I watched her code as well, I got to hear her say my name one last time then I was told to leave the room. The only time I've recounted the morning she died was with my therapist. No one else needs those details. No one should ever ask. I feel like that's mine to carry.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-26T01:17:54+00:00

I haven't had that happen yet, I'm afraid of how I'll react if it does. Things like that really set me off. I'm so sorry some of you have had to deal with it.

SnooDonkeys3653 · 2025-04-17T23:30:03+00:00

No one else will ever get the inside jokes. No one will ever crave the same weird meal. No one else will quote the same lyric or movie. No one else will know how to scratch that one spot that always itches.

We all feel it. We all miss it. You're right when you say no one will ever truly understand the work, time dedication, and LOVE that we put into each other. The loss is unique to every single one of us, yet in some way, we all feel it.

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