it cannot be love that's for sure. If so, we would have no excuse for being lonely losers, we would be responsible for our own lot in life.
So obviously it's just a fetish. She gets off on it. The attention. Feeling like a savior. She hates him secretly. She would prefer us. She dreams of our vile little incels wieners but is so addicted to feeling good about herself and the attention she gets from being with such scum.
She cannot love him.
He doesn't deserve love.
No one can love him.
Cus if he can be loved, how come I'm unloveable?
Of course, it's a prequisite to be an incel. One can hardly be a pathetic loser all his life without being able to reject any and every information that would challenge his world view of loathing in self pity and delusion.
Its obvious you have no understanding of attraction or relationships. There must ALWAYS be some level of physical attraction as a prerequisite. Every case.
I'm not shallow either, but I couldn't imagine marrying someone who's deformed and handicapped like that. Zero physical attraction, and that's ok for someone to feel that way.
It would be different if he was a normal man when they met, and love and a relationship was established first, but he wasn't. She has always known him like this.
Its more likely she has an ulterior motive or incentive, and you'd be foolish to believe otherwise.
money and attention. before her there was another girl he paid to be his "girlfriend" and that one didn't work so he tried again and with her it worked.
Oh noooo some beta homosexuals on the internet won’t like her anymore meanwhile she’s getting dicked down by Chad every single day. This little gremnlin would probably watch from his chair
God she'd be so easy to rape. He literally couldn't do anything. Even if he had a gun he wouldn't be able to hold it straight, the danger of him accidentally hitting her instead of me would be greater than the odds of me putting my baby in her uterus. Not that I wouldn't do it anyway, if not the first time then the second or the third. Or the hundredth, it's not like there'd be a time limit. Imagine him shaking back and forth as I'm plowing his woman with everything I've got. It would be the first time she's been fricked in years, at least to his knowledge. She'd be reminded of what she's missing out on, what she's been craving all this time but denying for the sake of the attention her virtue signalling gives her. But she wouldn't be able to hold it in for very long. I doubt it would take more than a few thrusts for her to reach her first orgasm, she'd probably be in a state of perpetual pent up sexual frustration. She'd completely forget he existed for the first few minutes, then panic as she realised her pet cripple was sitting there having a temper tantrum in his mechanised booster seat. If he came anywhere near us I'd pick him up by the throat in one hand and pulverise him against the wall until he was mush in my hands. I'd fricking stamp on his throat and rip the flesh from his nostril to his eye socket, then I'd frick that too. Then I'd take my blood soaked wiener from the gunky mangled mess I'd created and put it straight back in my new prize, and she'd love me for it. She'd love me for freeing her from the self inflicted prison she never realised she had put herself in until just now. She'd thank me profusely, she'd beg me to cum inside her over and over, she'd throw herself at me with kisses and cuddles and frantically grope her hands all over my body in an attempt to make me stay with her forever. She'd love me until the day I died and never think about the puddle I left on her living room floor that once resembled the homunculus.
What if he has a massive, powerful, meaty wiener? What if he has 4x the testosterone levels of a pro Olypia bodybuilder? What if the reason his physical form is cringe is because all his virility is being parasitically big-dogged, like a conjoined twin, by his hefty, throbbing, hungry, rib-caged penis?
She probably has a ridiculous complex about men leaving her (he literally can't) and she also probably has a care fetish/love language with a background in nursing or something
Give it to me straight IST
Why is she with him? Is it a fetish? what the frick
he's rumored to have a massive dick
Carer. Plays into the wife thing for him since she feels bad and he pays well.
Maybe he just has an amazing personality 🙂
it cannot be love that's for sure. If so, we would have no excuse for being lonely losers, we would be responsible for our own lot in life.
So obviously it's just a fetish. She gets off on it. The attention. Feeling like a savior. She hates him secretly. She would prefer us. She dreams of our vile little incels wieners but is so addicted to feeling good about herself and the attention she gets from being with such scum.
She cannot love him.
He doesn't deserve love.
No one can love him.
Cus if he can be loved, how come I'm unloveable?
Blud think he was profound
>Cus if he can be loved, how come I'm unloveable?
Facts. He's rich. The end.
She has a caretaker fetish. Imagine all the praise and attention she gets for being in a relationship with him.
money
money
Its staged, she's a paid actor.
The cope. When will you incels learn that some women just aren't shallow?
Of course, it's a prequisite to be an incel. One can hardly be a pathetic loser all his life without being able to reject any and every information that would challenge his world view of loathing in self pity and delusion.
Its obvious you have no understanding of attraction or relationships. There must ALWAYS be some level of physical attraction as a prerequisite. Every case.
I'm not shallow either, but I couldn't imagine marrying someone who's deformed and handicapped like that. Zero physical attraction, and that's ok for someone to feel that way.
It would be different if he was a normal man when they met, and love and a relationship was established first, but he wasn't. She has always known him like this.
Its more likely she has an ulterior motive or incentive, and you'd be foolish to believe otherwise.
it's fake, they do this for clout
Yes. I used to think it was money and it definitely plays a part, but she has some weird paraphilia if she licks him the way she does.
money and attention. before her there was another girl he paid to be his "girlfriend" and that one didn't work so he tried again and with her it worked.
People will deny it, but she clearly has some strange fetish, which probably mutated into love.
Someone post the rape copypasta
we wait
Anyone has the pasta about her wanting him dead to escape or something? It was an amazing insight.
If she lives him everyone will call her a b***h
Oh noooo some beta homosexuals on the internet won’t like her anymore meanwhile she’s getting dicked down by Chad every single day. This little gremnlin would probably watch from his chair
Yes. She boulders and runs. I climb, run and lift.
Yes. Weight training is what we hit it off over when we first met
>GF/wife
Don't have one anymore. When I did, she didn't lift, but she was built like a brick shithouse and fricked like it too.
God she'd be so easy to rape. He literally couldn't do anything. Even if he had a gun he wouldn't be able to hold it straight, the danger of him accidentally hitting her instead of me would be greater than the odds of me putting my baby in her uterus. Not that I wouldn't do it anyway, if not the first time then the second or the third. Or the hundredth, it's not like there'd be a time limit. Imagine him shaking back and forth as I'm plowing his woman with everything I've got. It would be the first time she's been fricked in years, at least to his knowledge. She'd be reminded of what she's missing out on, what she's been craving all this time but denying for the sake of the attention her virtue signalling gives her. But she wouldn't be able to hold it in for very long. I doubt it would take more than a few thrusts for her to reach her first orgasm, she'd probably be in a state of perpetual pent up sexual frustration. She'd completely forget he existed for the first few minutes, then panic as she realised her pet cripple was sitting there having a temper tantrum in his mechanised booster seat. If he came anywhere near us I'd pick him up by the throat in one hand and pulverise him against the wall until he was mush in my hands. I'd fricking stamp on his throat and rip the flesh from his nostril to his eye socket, then I'd frick that too. Then I'd take my blood soaked wiener from the gunky mangled mess I'd created and put it straight back in my new prize, and she'd love me for it. She'd love me for freeing her from the self inflicted prison she never realised she had put herself in until just now. She'd thank me profusely, she'd beg me to cum inside her over and over, she'd throw herself at me with kisses and cuddles and frantically grope her hands all over my body in an attempt to make me stay with her forever. She'd love me until the day I died and never think about the puddle I left on her living room floor that once resembled the homunculus.
My craving, satisfied.
I mean she's obviously insane but yeah I think she loves him. Women are insane. It's simple really.
He's had qt girlfriends before this one as well
What if he has a massive, powerful, meaty wiener? What if he has 4x the testosterone levels of a pro Olypia bodybuilder? What if the reason his physical form is cringe is because all his virility is being parasitically big-dogged, like a conjoined twin, by his hefty, throbbing, hungry, rib-caged penis?
She probably has a ridiculous complex about men leaving her (he literally can't) and she also probably has a care fetish/love language with a background in nursing or something