Throwaway_tosser

On yersel big man. The smart money says she's probably too busy revenge fucking some English rugby w**k.

Lads, time for a wee update. I really do think P&B may have helped saved my life. Despite being a Trump-supporting lunatic, banana wrote this one sentence that has stuck with me through the past couple of months. This is in addition to the very useful PMs a few of you sent. Thanks! Once I got properly going with the move-out she went through all the classic phases of loss. Initially denial, then trying to win me back by being nice, pleading/manipulative texts to the friend and family etc. And then the anger phase.......holy f**k. More suicide banter, threatening the landlord with lawyers, nasty texts to friends and family. Total meltdowns while I am trying to get furniture out of there. Her final act was to pack her shit up and move to a totally different state. Mental. All through this saga banana's simple message has been circling in my head. Stay the course. Now she is thousands of miles away and I'm free. Such a weight off my shoulders, it feels amazing. Moved into a new bachelor pad by the beach (I am not in Scotland). After chilling for a little while I set up Tinder and whatnot and the results are starting to come in. Last night I had a date with probably the best looking bird I've ever been out with*. Magic. I think this throwaway account can now be put to rest. Despite the best efforts of the national team on Friday I'm feeling pretty bloody chipper right now. Cheers boys! *No it wasn't a home run. You filthy b*****ds.

Aye. Nearly got everything out. She was in full crazy mode on the texts yesterday. Well shot of that. Still sleeping at mates houses but have made good progress in sourcing a new bachelor pad. In fact have one that is in what I think will be a very Tinder-friendly area so the future is bright!

Checking in. Tinder didn't exist last time I was single. In no rush but definitely curious to check it out! I live in an area that has a pretty strong pool.

Agreed. I am looking forward to living like a monk for a little while. Sort myself out health-wise and maybe focus on kicking the career up to the next level. Can't even think of dealing with a bird right now.

P&B is saving the day here. I look forward to returning this thread in the distant future and musing how P&B saved my life. Even using my normal alias I don't post much on here - very much a lurker. That said I read all you boys' shite every day and love it. I am an ex-pat and live far from Scotland these days. Even though I've never met any of you sad c**nts, this forum has become very important to me. This thread takes it to a whole new level.

Update: Two car loads into storage so far. It's amazing how much crap I have accumulated. Pretty painful last night - she was following me around as I tried to pack alternating between bawling and raging. Stayed the night with my pals and got a few bevvies in which helped. The worst part is the dug - I know I'm anthropomorphising but he's been looking at me with a look that suggests he's aware his wee world is getting ripped apart. He belongs to her. He's a wee punk but I'm going to miss him.

Well lads, shots fired. Have told her ladyship and the landlord in writing I'm out. Booked a storage unit and have my mates spare room set up. Heading home now from work to start packing the car. Expecting fireworks but the wheels are in motion now.

We are all cut from the same cloth. That's why I'm here! Can you believe that one of the reasons I've been putting this off is the (probably realistic) worry she will self harm or do something stupid. Real marriage material right enough. What the f**k have I got myself into.

Not sticking around just for my hole. I wouldn't put up with shite just for that. What seems to be harder to let go of is the bonds and shared experiences that have been built over the years (during the good times). That said, I can't see myself getting married when every week is capped off with a barny about something stupid, so in the end I probably have no choice but to move on. Not really fair on either of us to waste more time on a lost cause. There's just part of me that's worried that in 10 years I'll look back and think f**k I shouldn't have let that one get away. But mostly I'm thinking marriage would be fucked before it's even begun. Can't quite figure out if she is just normally mental by female standards or actually got some serious issues that would scupper my long term health and happiness. Easy to say man up and get on with it but there's going to be (and already is) a fair bit of collateral damage and recovery for both parties here so it's important I make the right call.

Throwaway account since it's a little embarrassing to ask these kind of things on a public forum. I'm struggling. Been with the lady for a few years, living together for the past couple. I'm mid thirties and she is late twenties. She's been hammering for marriage for some time now. I have been resisting because I can't get my head around it for some reason, especially having a family. Just quite daunted by it all and not feeling the drive or enthusiasm. She has a temper and as she has grown more frustrated with me the verbal attacks have gotten worse (she'll be sweet as can be for a week and then explode, real Jekyll and Hyde stuff). For my part I am cynical, a worrier and anxious about everything, especially big life decisions. It's all come to a head. My stuff is packed and ready to move out. Of course at the 11th hour she is now pleading for me to stay and being really nice (for now). In my own head I'm at a crossroads - I already miss the good times (of which there have been many) and she is lovely most of the time, but I also live in constant fear of the next meltdown. I can't bring myself to get married but leaving is proving to be more traumatic than I expected. For those of you that have left under similar circumstances, did you move on or regret your decision in the long term? How about those that went ahead and got married when they weren't quite sure? How did that work out?