- Joined
- Feb 28, 2020
There’s this bizarre fantasy she’s trying to sell and there’s reality.
The fantasy:
Chantal loses weight, becomes more demure, learns to be a modest Muslim wife who cleans his home, makes his food, silently takes her place at the bottom of the totem pole as the newest wife, and enforces modesty and discipline on the other female family members as she ages and gains rank. She posts cute modest vlogs of their happy marriage (modestly).
Salah is a strong leader head of household who makes the money, participates in her couples YouTube, calls her beautiful and the apple of his eye despite her ugliness.
They move to Canada (INSHALLAH)
The reality of the situation:
Her scammer homosexual habibi will stubbornly refuse to perform his husbandly duties until she fulfills his demand- “BE LESS FUCKING FAT”
He may be a scammer and a fag, but he’s not a crackhead degenerate like Nader. He is not a depraved nosferatu who would stoop to the depths Nader did.
He is living in a Muslim country where he is aware of what he and his bride must do to not be murdered by the theocracy and to get the hell out of Kuwait and to the promise land of snow and beezing.
Chantal is not modest. She has sexualized ever male interaction she has ever had. She is not getting laid. Her sexless weirdo behavior usually preempts a meth dicking from Nader, so being sober in close proximity to a man who is her “husband” who will not touch her OR feed her like she expects has got to be nearing torturous. Eventually, he’s going to do something that enrages her, and without the ability to stuff her face, smoke a pound of weed, or dangerously drive through icy Canadian wilderness while yelling at her phone, she’s going to reach a breaking point. She’s going to realize that while no dick is in Canada for her, there isn’t any in Kuwait either. She’ll realize she can just cry uncle, let the internet laugh as usual and return home to weed and mashies and Christmas cheer.
The fantasy:
Chantal loses weight, becomes more demure, learns to be a modest Muslim wife who cleans his home, makes his food, silently takes her place at the bottom of the totem pole as the newest wife, and enforces modesty and discipline on the other female family members as she ages and gains rank. She posts cute modest vlogs of their happy marriage (modestly).
Salah is a strong leader head of household who makes the money, participates in her couples YouTube, calls her beautiful and the apple of his eye despite her ugliness.
They move to Canada (INSHALLAH)
The reality of the situation:
Her scammer homosexual habibi will stubbornly refuse to perform his husbandly duties until she fulfills his demand- “BE LESS FUCKING FAT”
He may be a scammer and a fag, but he’s not a crackhead degenerate like Nader. He is not a depraved nosferatu who would stoop to the depths Nader did.
He is living in a Muslim country where he is aware of what he and his bride must do to not be murdered by the theocracy and to get the hell out of Kuwait and to the promise land of snow and beezing.
Chantal is not modest. She has sexualized ever male interaction she has ever had. She is not getting laid. Her sexless weirdo behavior usually preempts a meth dicking from Nader, so being sober in close proximity to a man who is her “husband” who will not touch her OR feed her like she expects has got to be nearing torturous. Eventually, he’s going to do something that enrages her, and without the ability to stuff her face, smoke a pound of weed, or dangerously drive through icy Canadian wilderness while yelling at her phone, she’s going to reach a breaking point. She’s going to realize that while no dick is in Canada for her, there isn’t any in Kuwait either. She’ll realize she can just cry uncle, let the internet laugh as usual and return home to weed and mashies and Christmas cheer.