The Mumbutu People believe that vengeance is a cheap form of grief. They believe that, if a member of your family is murdered, then you will grieve until you have saved another person's life.

If someone kills a member of your family, then the custom of the Mumbutu People is to bind the murderer, hand and foot, take him out to the middle of a river, and leave him to drown. You are given the choice of allowing him to drown or swimming out to save him. If you let him drown, you will have your revenge but you will grieve the loss of your family member for the rest of your life.

> take him out to the middle of a river,
> and leave him to drown. You are given
> the choice of allowing him to drown
> or swimming out to save him.

I'd let him suffer and panic in the river for a while, then swim out and save him at the last minute.

Best of both worlds...

Anthony

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
I’ve been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord

Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I’ve seen your face before my friend
But I don’t know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you’ve been
It’s all been a pack of lies

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord
And I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, oh lord, oh lord

Well I remember, I remember don’t worry
How could I ever forget, it’s the first time, the last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you don’t fool me
The hurt doesn’t show; but the pain still grows
It’s no stranger to you or me

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord...

Where do we sign up the OM? I'd really really really like to be tested for my own personal growth of course.

>>I'd really really really like to be tested for my own personal growth of course<<

Always huntin those personal growth experiences, aren't we?

What if you swam out into the middle of the river to save the poor wretch and just before reaching him, you found yourself gripped by fear? Then what? I'd be like "Ooops. Sorry, bud. Wish I could help you out but there's nothin I can do. You see, I've got this fight/flight/frozen/fear thing goin on. I mean, what if I drown trying to pull your sorry ass to the bank? Wouldn't I feel like an idiot? Please understand. Let's try to look at the bright side here. Wherever you're going, you'll have plenty of company."

Would it matter which river? See, I'd be worried about getting muscle cramps if it were say in the middle of the Mississippi. But then again I could probably handle Red River assuming I could get out past the knee deep mud. Then there is another dilemma. How deep in the mud would he be? And would he be standing on his head? There's so very much to consider with this Mumbutu stuff.

There's always the Amazon!!! Some mighty fine fish in there.

fine fishies with mighty fine teethies.....

And as you walk you make your path Kat

mmm mmmm. Where's the naughty person?

H2C, you said, "Would it matter which river? See, I'd be worried about getting muscle cramps if it were say in the middle of the Mississippi. But then again I could probably handle Red River assuming I could get out past the knee deep mud."

If it's the lower part of the Hudson river or the Hudson Bay, you could just WALK out to the person!

Cory

"Opponents cannot exhaust you." - The Art Of War

>>If it's the lower part of the Hudson river or the Hudson Bay, you could just WALK out to the person! <<

And hope like hell nobody lights a match?

There is a Red River in Detroit although it's known locally as River Rouge. It caught on fire sometime back in the late 60's, I believe.

RW, is Phil Collins from the Mumbutu tribe?

(ducking)

Chris.

I'd save her...the OW.

I'd get to the shore, drag her through the poison ivy patch growing nearby, and then before untying her, demand that she repeat her own words she spoke about me during the divorce, "We're never going to be rid of the bitch."

It takes one to know one

I have been called a bitch on several occasions. The above is pretty much my canned answer - or "well, thank you, I'll take that as a compliment"....

But I understand, RW, coming from whom it came from the remark can cut very deep.

And as you walk you make your path Kat

Hi everyone. I'm with redwolf on this one! I'd swim out to HER and torment her a bit, I'd get close but not close enough and I'd tell her to beg!! If she didn't reply I'd go to swim away, but over my shoulder I'd say 'sure you don't NEED me to HELP you'? I'd say 'come on, it's only a few words, you only need to say "please Sandy, I'm begging you" it's nothing much, just like shagging someone else's husband is nothing much, just do it, don't think about it' And then she'd beg, at least, in my fantasy she'd beg. And I'd get her to the shore, and then I'd spit on her (that was polite of me wasn't it?).
By the way, I came back because today is the anniversary of my baby's birth and death. She'd be 23 years old. My husband bought me flowers today, like he does every year, and it wasn't his baby. I said 'you needn't have bothered' because we can't really afford it, and he said 'its the only thing I've ever done right and not f***** up with'. Maybe there's hope, eh?
Not after sympathy, I've got used to this day after all these years. Just thought I'd tell you all xxxx

Oh yes. I can be difficult.
I usually have been given reason though.

She said that last year:

After the old affair had resumed....again.
During mediation and divorce struggles.
While the house was stalled out on the market and he was living in it. (She offered a few 'comments' on home selling tips).
While finances were draining like a water fall.
While our son was experiencing chaos.
During the fracture of several long-term relationships.
While I was fighting tooth and nail to hold the situation together--primary involvment with realitor, banks, bills, cleaning & clearing for a move, attorney business, our son, and lastly myself and sanity.

Her words to him in one paragraph, "I've just accepted that she(RW) is never going to want to meet me face to face. Your son might like me, heaven forbid! We're never going to be rid of the bitch."

I might add....

They also discussed tattooing each other's names on their butts.

"Good idea"

51 and 58 years old.










eeeeewwwwww

I am a step mother by default - my H's former wife is a piece of work lol lol. I made peace, along time ago, with the fact she will be 'around', period due to the fact there is a child between them.... BUT, let me tell you I am waiting for Michael's 18 b'day which will be March 30, 06....at least, we may not have to go back to court on her whims... I never wished her bad karma, I have tried and done for Michael's sake but her attitude to this day is off the chart even after close to 15 years.

I know our circumstances are quite different but your post resonated with me. And yes, RW, she will never get rid of you, she better get used to it ......

And as you walk you make your path Kat

""""""We're never going to be rid of the bitch.""""""

I'd be wearing that on a badge in quotes with her designated as the sayer for all forced family situations. Of course, there isn't much personal growth in that attitude. Lord knows, I'm into personal growth these days.

she will never get rid of you, she better get used to it

Bwaaaahaha!

It's the poor gal's first experience with something this messy. She got herself in deep. She started out with her imaginary lemon. It has no doubt started to decay with a fuzzy green mold covering. Eventually she'll have to come up with her own nice recipe for green lemonade.

Your H's X sounds really challenging Kat.

My XH had an X too. XXX's everywhere! After the initial 6 years of tension, she and I found our way to a new way of relating. We still maintain this. In time, I realized what she actually went through with him (10 years of 'it'), because of what I went through.

This current OW lives in a cloud of moldy old spores.
Don't tell her that it's not the special atmosphere of la la land.

Due to the alinement of the stars or the planets, the cycles of the moon... etc lol... the mothers of my H's children (what a mouthful lol) will, at the same time, have a complaint about whatever. At that time I have learned to keep my mouth shut, show some compassion and run the other way lol....and for a "fixer" like me that shows PROGRESS lol.

At times, my H's bed is rather hard... nothing to do with me !!

And as you walk you make your path Kat

Bingo! That's for sure. What a gawd awful long lesson to learn.

Put the pliers and screw driver down Kat and RW. Now back away slowly.

Tattoed 58 yr old butts, spitting, strangulations, ridding the world of bitches, fuzzy lemons, pliers and screwdrivers, knee deep mud, piranhas ....

Oy vey!

Can we learn nothing of the wisdom of the once proud Mbutu People?

.. I'm trying to say is that we're having a little trouble getting the hang of the Mbutu thing.

I think we're onto the Mbutu thang just fine.


Where do they live? What are their ceremonies? What are their homes built from? What do they eat? How do they dress? What do they do with adulterers?

I picture a big bright indigenous smile with shining dark eyes, astounding face paint, and red headdress feathers. Decorative jewelry might be made of beads.

You're lucky...I've got a lot more days coming.

The age of majority in my state is 21. My son is only 15 and six months...long way to go yet. Lots of wrangling over college expenses, support, etc. still to come.

Yippee.

Chris.

"""""I guess what I'm trying to say is that we're having a little trouble getting the hang of the Mbutu thing."""""

Hey, I was the first one to volunteer around here to try the Mumbutu way. These other people got us all side tracked. LOL

Hey,
I am willing to try the Mumbutu Tribal ways but I don't want to put OW there, she can drown in her own s*** anyhow.
I want to put STBX there, and watch him sink beneath the mud............................
then at the last second as he is gasping his last snatch of air, pull him out and whisper in his ear,
That's the last piece of shit I am ever going to rescue you from.................................Now sign here...........
Hey Ho!
Jean UK

Did I ever tell you about Mburu. I met him in Bath(not in the bath). He has 13 brothers. I aksed him if his dad had many wives. He said 'No my dad could only afford one."

Maybe those Mbutu's have many wives?

>>Where do they live? What are their ceremonies? What are their homes built from? What do they eat? How do they dress? What do they do with adulterers? Maybe those Mbutu's have many wives?<<

Southern Africa. Marriages and funerals. Bricks and mortar. Pork and yams. Shorts and flipflops; haltertops optional. Exile. One is plenty for an Mbutu. And their language is a dialect known as Khu (pronounced "coo"), not that anybody asked.

Did Mburu mention the Mbutu, MMarie?

>>He has 13 brothers<<

A Canadian football team with a coach.

H2C >>I was the first one to volunteer around here to try the Mumbutu way. These other people got us all side tracked.<<

For your efforts to keep this thread focused, in the face of a horde of saboteurs, I am deeply grateful, H2C.

>>I think we're onto the Mbutu thang just fine<<

Any hints on what might lead a sane person to that conclusion?

<<They also discussed tattooing each other's names on their butts.>>  Good idea.  When they get old and forget their names, they can look at their sorry asses.

Jean

Yep. It's quite an experience overhearing something like that--as they laugh loudly. In the mean time, there are two families involved with a grand total of 9 offspring. There are two betrayed spouses (hers and myself) who basically got displaced out of homes and creamed financially. There are in-law relationships blown to smithereens.

ha ha ha....let's tattoo each other's names on our butts.