I had one such relationship/3 year torture session. Ah, such a sweet little thing, red hair, no more than 5' tall, maybe 100 lbs, a firecracker in the sack. It was great for all of a month, then she started to get a little bossy, but the sex was great. Then, more than bossy and slightly sarcastic around our friends...but the sex was great. Then I noticed she was drinking more than 2 six-packs a day, she was downright abusive toward me both at home and in front of our friends, but the sex was great. Then one day I noticed the condoms on the fire escape outside our bedroom window, and I didn't care about the sex. The day berfore I moved out, she cut...very carefully and neatly...all the surrounds on all the woofers in both sets of my speakers, and crazu glued the gears in my cassette deck and VCR and told our friends I was beating her. I found out about that part when our friends were moving me out and they suggested I get a restraining order against the drunk, crazy b*tch.
Well, that was over ten years ago. I've recovered nicely and, as y'all know, found a great gal, settled down and got married. And yes, that part of the marriage is great too, but I can't say I miss the abuse of me or my equiptment
