Commandment 6: Thou shalt not mislead others into how you feel

(N.B. SubCommandment: "Thou shalt not use the words:its not you its me in a relationship")

A recent wedding took place at Clemson University. It was a huge wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding, at the reception, the groom got upon stage with a microphone to talk to the crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding.
He especially wanted to thank the bride's and his family and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a lavish reception. As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift just from him.
So taped to the bottom of everyones chair, including the wedding party, was a manila envelope. He said this was his gift to everyone, and asked them to open their envelope.
Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his bride having sex with the best man.

The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had hired a private detective to tail them. After just standing there, just watching the guests'reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said,
"F--- you!" then, he turned to hisbride and said,
"F--- you!" Then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said,
"I'm outta here."
He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning.
While most people would have cancelled the wedding immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing were wrong.

His revenge ... making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300 guest wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members.
This guy has balls the size of church bells. Do you think we might get a MasterCard "priceless"commercial outta this?

Elegant wedding reception for 300 family members and ............$32,000.
Wedding photographs commemoratingthe occasion......... $3,000.
Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations inMaui....... $8,500.
The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10glossy of the bride humping the best man.........priceless.
There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's MASTERCARD!!!

Church bells? I would have relieved myself in the punch and took the bridesmaids to Maui!

It will be a sin in my church, faith, heresy, whateveryou choose to call this incessant writing to tell another human being (or pet) of ANY SEXUAL PERSUASION you may be that "you love" or are indeed "in love"with that person then go back on that promise, reject your feelings or snap out of an infatuation be it whether you are bored with your feelings, want to be with another without ensuring the feelings in your heart are true and your state of mind is sound and you can properly express yourself in a kind and uncomplicated fashion.

Oh, the frustrations of polite soceity. Im growing out of Love with Love, out of sin with sin and sick of lust, however it manifests itself in your life.

Love. Think of all the great music we wouldnt have in our lives because of Love.

Love me tender, Love is all around, I will always love you, think of all the great music we wouldnt have it wasnt for heartbreak, therefore Love, the break up songs that we know and love.

Love again, the self absorbed, sychophantic, cloaked feeling of lust that wells up inside you and makes you forget everything about you and numbs your mind, makes you wake up with no job, a stolen car, unpaid rent and half eaten pizza boxes, youve lost the gerbil like she lost her badger (any excuse), there are dishes in the sink and calcium staining the inside of the kettle, dirty clothes piled high and rats scurry low.

Its like a friend you have a like/loathe relationship with.
The kind of friend you have grown to appreciate over time but pretty much was an annoyance at first, picking on you, telling you to cut your hair cos you look retarded.
Love has borrowed a lot of money from you and never given it back, you dont want to ask Love back for it because you go back a long way, if you are too nice to Love it will take you for granted, ditch you then go back to Envy with its tail between its legs, austentatious within its misgivings.

You can say nice things to Love, nurture it, care for it, try and make it feel better, cherish it and give love all your heart until it turns it to hate, a diet of movies with a sickly sweet ending or a choice of critically acclaimed director, producer or lighting assistant, 24hr marathon just to make my heart bleed, ache or sweat until one last dance, one last moonlight serenade, caustic perfumed candlelight, rainy street parade.

I dont want to generalise. I dont want to become a chain smoking misogynist in myviews, oh hell... You have been comparing me to every one of your past relationships, so why not?
What is it with us humans?
Men can think and act out with their phallus the most insane way to end a relationship in the worst way just in the hope that we may find a fresh conquest, new blood, pikey female from a club to take back to our hotel for group sex, a spit roast, french toast in the morning, pass me the eggs dear, theres the door, dont cry for me, im weak.

Women complain, everywhere, all the time about what their male or female partners are upto, how to make them feel when they ask them leading questions like
"Do i look fat?" or "Is the world flat?" (You deserve a positive response on that one)

We dont give them what they need, in life, love in marraige, in and out of bed, over the kitchen table, washing machine, spin cycle.
We dont call, take them out, buy them flowers or primula cheese spread anymore, picnics in the park, fumbles in the dark, halo, lets go, have some fun with others who find it fun too.
Im trying hard to be the perfect guy. I dont know why im not appreciated anymore (cue the string section), ignored in the street, caught by your oversized luggage on the tube, no longer a prude.
I'm hard pressed to discover the meaning of intimacy anymore, it gets you in trouble.

You provide what they want, be their everything they hope for,
cup of tea in the morning,
new day is dawning,
too keen, enthusiastic,
cant relate anymore,
i need my space in the relationship,
you couldnt love me anymore,
turn off your heart now,
couldnt fuck me anymore than i need,
i crave more to bleed.

Im like a serving machine the balls in your court all the time, now its all cold, dead silence.
No more cat sick to wake upto,
maybe glad you have someone new to wake upto.

You could be everything they wish for,
call them in the day to show concern when you know that they feel down,
tell them you care,
take them for a romantic picnic at dusk and then give them multiple orgasms all night and then wake in the morning to meet the parents, a standing ovation, second place in a parlour game then die an uncomplicated death in an ice coated nutshell and etched on your epitaph it will read:

"Its not you its me"

"We dont have control of what we remember just what we hope to forget."