Given my previous long and winding answers to the Q.O.T.W., I would probably break all records if I answered this one fully...
So I won't bore you with all the details. Though, if you don't like answers to be over a few short paragraphs, you might want to skip this one. No really, you won't like it. To call my previous answers shit would actually be an insult to shit, but I hope to make some kind of sense with this one.

What I'll say, in lieu of details on all of my past relationships, is that I've had absolutely horrendous luck with women. So much so, that I've only ever met 3 men in my whole life who've had it worse than me - one is dead as a result, another is a basket case, and the last is still paying (quite literally) for a mistake he both made and went out with in his early 20s.

Though through all the bad luck I've had with women over the years, I still wake up every day and thank my lucky stars that I never received the treatment that those guys did.

I always used to hear my 3 older sisters complain about how all men are bastards, and I always thought that not ALL of them could be - after all, I never have been. After only one woman ever treating me right (and, believe me, she had her moments - HUGE fucking moments), it would be easy to think that there weren't any nice women out there...indeed, if I hadn't been treated well by that one woman, I'd probably be inclined to think that there aren't many around. (I don't know how representative my experiences are of the whole of the world's female population, but I'm not stupid enough to think that all women are the same.) But I realise that I've just had tremendously bad luck, and I hope to get together with the right woman for me - when the time is right, both for me and my future missus.

After having finally found a great landlord after many, *many* bad ones, I can see a similarity in the finding of good partners/landlords. There are both good and bad tenants/landlords, just as there are both good and bad boyfriends/girlfriends. What seems to happen in most cases - and I can only speak from my personal experience, though everything I've ever heard from other people about their experiences would also back me up on this - is that good gets matched up with bad, and very rarely are the good matched with the good, or the bad with the bad.

Simply put, there are far too many cunts in the world (or at least it seems that way) - of both sexes, and of every sexuality (from the stories I've heard from gay & bi people, anyway). People taking their own shit out on others - not just anybody, but those they purport to love and care for. I haven't had the chance to read many of the replies to this Q.O.T.W. (though I wanted to get my answer in before it closes), but I'd bet that all the other stories relate to one partner being abusive on some level (cheating, violence, insults, all sorts of nasty shit) - there are many different levels and types of abuse, but abuse is abuse is motherfucking abuse.

To those who are still suffering in abusive relationships, get out as fast as you can. Normally, the abuser has some kind of hold over the victim - financial, emotional blackmail, guilt-trips, whatever. The successful abuser makes the victim think that they deserve it in some way, and the only way I got out of that situation was when I finally saw the truth through the fog of lies. Not easy, not in the least, but recognise that you deserve better. Are you treating your other half like a deity, only to have them treat you like shit/throw it all back in your face, and then act like THEY'RE the victim? I bet anybody even remotely interested in this Q.O.T.W. will know what that's like. I promise you, you're not alone. The answers I've read so far have said that already, and no doubt all the others do, too. So, yeah - Major Lee Bindun, and probably much better so than my effort.

And to those who have found their special someone (and managed to hold on to them), I not only salute you and hold you in the very highest regard, but I have to admit that I'm as jealous as fuck (though I MUST stress that I aim to be single until I'm ready to take the plunge again). So jealous, in fact, that it's a damn good job that my eyes are naturally green.

But I'm jealous in a good way, if there is such a thing ;o)
(TheAmazingMeatMan ™ can't sing, but he's got soul, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 3:07, 3 replies)

Hey!
There's no actual story in that! You really need a sub-editor.
(meat2veg hello!, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 11:23, closed)

An observation.
All your relationships have been shit.

There's a common person running through all of these.
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 12:09, closed)

Well, I have been out with/dumped/got back together with your mum several times now...
I call her the Boomerang Bitch - every time I throw her away, she just comes straight back to me.

You've never known anyone who's never been treated right? Yeah, right. That suggests to me that you're either lying, or you've been the arsehole in all your relationships, and therefore you think they were all hunky dory.

It takes two to make things work, but you only need half of a parthership to not put the effort in for it to fuck up. If someone is making all the effort, they can't be held responsible for their partner not doing the same.
(TheAmazingMeatMan ™ can't sing, but he's got soul, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 22:24, closed)