A woman ends up hanging out with me every once in a while for therapy because her weak-minded, insecure (generally speaking) man ain't handlin' it and *I'm* the bad guy? I'm not talking about situations that were orchestrated by my manipulative nature. I'm also not talking about guys that I know beyond the 'know who they are' level.
You never can be certain what a woman is telling her full-time guy and it is true that you never know what will send a guy over the edge or what he might do once he's there, especially if he's a little bitch with a small, barely functioning dick. He should be thanking me for keeping his girl somewhat satisfied for him.