Do whatever the fuck you want, just do it quietly and try to have some dignity if it all goes pear shaped. Own whatever it is you do–either stay in your marriage and your religion and make that work or blow it all to hell and gone being a total slut bucket or sneak off and figure out how to get some of what you want without getting caught. Just pull up your big girl panties and accept whatever fallout there is with some grace. That’s what grown ups do.
Fly? I have spent most of my life near airports. One of my earliest memories is being taken to see what happens when a jet fighter undershoots the runway, through a bunch of back yards. A private plane crashed in our corporate front yard, killing a father and son; the wreckage stayed in the junkyard up the block looking the same as it did when it went in. I saw the smoke from two miles away when Flight 191 went in. “Went in” is a part of my vocabulary. Fly to rip off a piece of Mormon ass? Thank you, no.
Um, no offense intended toward you, April. I’m sure you are a fine piece of Mormon ass that any man would be honored to violate in several ways, all night long. Just not me in this lifetime. 
Oops! An old girlfriend used to say, “Don’t stick it out unless you intend to use it,” so I’ll change that to ;).
Sure will! Start by ignoring the hurt. It will get duller as time goes on.
Sheee-it, we should do it on Elvis’ grave! I mean, um, whatever. :o
Why does the phrase " don’t stick your dick in the crazy" pop into my mind when I read this thread?
I’ve seen more subtle attention whoring on Rush Street after the bars close. April, do yourself and us a favor and knock this shit the hell off. You aren’t unique, you aren’t special, and this soap opera you can’t seem to stop ressurecting has become pointless. Quit texting Super Dude Garage Band I Wanna Do Him But I’m So Confused Tee Hee and GROW UP!
If you have any sense at all, quit posting and let this trainwreck of a thread die!
Whadya wanna bet he’s a drummer? Or, at best, a bass player? :rolleyes:
Missy, in the minds of some readers this is the most action this fat, old man has gotten in years! It can’t die. People think I still have game. 
I know you got game hon - and if anyone doubts it, tell 'em to talk to me! I’LL set 'em straight! 
Oh and no - he ain’t a drummer OR a bass player. Hell - I was married to a drummer! And am related to 2 bass players. They can be egomaniacal shitheads, sure - but they will never ever be the angst-ridden artiste type she’s trying to portray him as - they have THAT much self respect at least! 
Darlin’, I’m a creation of the internet. I have no reality when my computer shuts down. But even at my worst, though I was an “angst-ridden artiste type”/drama queen, I knew when it was time to stop.
So it seems to me you have abandoned the pose that you wanted a platonic friend, and are now tacitly admitting that you have romantic and erotic hopes for your relationship with your friend.
This was pretty damn awesome.
Face your issues and own your shit. You’re 32 for Christ’s sake. Stop dragging other people into your vortex of need and drama just to feed your freaking ego.
There are other ways to seek counselling, than paying a therapist. See a minister, see a social worker, see someone who’s wisdom you admire, who’s advice you’d respect. Join a support group, talk with your Gran/Auntie, crack a damn book. They’re your issues, find a way to deal with them, like a grown ass adult.
You ARE going to hurt people. And I think you know it. Brilliant rationalizations notwithstanding.
Wishing you boatloads of Good Luck. (You’re gonna need it!)
Yeah, you never had a platonic friend.
I read through this thread and don’t really have any advice that hasn’t already been stated several times. But I feel compelled to ask: does the board really skew male?
Wow, you’re really not very good at being a Mormon, are you?
Here are some suggestions for you:
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Read your bible. There’s lots of good advice in there. I’d advise you to pay particular attention to Galatians 6:7 - “for whatever a man sows, this he will also reap.”
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Your husband is failing badly in his role as a Mormon husband. From the LDS women’s manual "It is the husband’s responsibility to preside and provide leadership in the home."Regardless of what any non-Mormon might think of this practice, it is the one that you claim to live by. A good leader (and loving husband) would have seen that his decision to approve your keeping in contact with this guy was causing you pain and suffering and helped you to end it. Perhaps you and/or your husband should speak to your bishop about resolving this. If you are as emotionally unstable as you claim, your husband’s failures do not bode well for the future.
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Perhaps a more religious Doper could address this more thoroughly, but I’m pretty sure that forgiveness practices in the Judeo-Christian religions are not supposed to be a license to do whatever the fuck you want because you will be “forgiven.” We are supposed to do the best we can to avoid transgressions and seek forgiveness for our mistakes. This wasn’t just a mistake. This wasn’t just a matter of you finding yourself having a little bit of a flirt and then backing off when you realized what you were doing. This was you knowingly and deliberately continuing and escalating a pattern of behaviors that you knew were morally and ethically wrong. You took it to a point where you were sexting with him and planned an easy opportunity to have sex with him. To blow that off with an “oh, it’s okay 'cause I’ll be forgiven lah dee dah” is shockingly disrespectful of the faith and the god that you claim to believe in. Your bishop should be able to provide the additional religious education that you sorely need.
Yep, go and fuck it. We have already given you your ready made excuse, we told you to do it didn’t we! Thats what you really want, isn’t it?
As Bricker said, at least you have finally stopped pretending this was about a platonic friendship (which was hilarious btw, as if you would have written that cringy poem about a female friend you were in contact with :p), now you should really get the train moving on this drama llama joyride.
I try to give people the benefit of the doubt here on the Dope and it’s usually proven to be misplaced. This was no exception.
April, grow the fuck up. This is how teenagers act.
Wait, there’s a poem?? I need to read this… can someone point me to the post number? I can’t bear to scroll through this hot mess again.
Go to post 220 for April’s “Ode to a platonic friend”.