11 years. You and I have been together 11 years. You are my first and only. Why do you treat me so badly? Why do you treat our kids so badly? I realize now that you always have, I was just more willing to overlook it when it was just me. Seriously, to wake me up this morning to yell at me about a coffee filter that was left in a damn coffee pot. Then, to go on about how messy the house is and start swearing at me. It is 5 am. I was up until after midnight with our daughter. I should be able to sleep for 2 more hours, have you no courtesy.
You need to treat me better. You need to have respect for our kids, or they will never respect you. I am ready to leave. I don't want to leave. I would like for us to work. I would like to still love you. After you waking me up to yell at me this morning (again) I think I hate you. You left, and I cried myself back to sleep.
I work too. And I take care of the kids. All I want is some help, and more than 3-5 hours of sleep a night. And don't yell at our son if he doesn't want to watch racing again. He misses you. He sees you only on weekends due to your work schedule. Play with the kid. He loves you so much and you treat him like an inconvenience. All you do is make him watch races and play video games. Actually that is how you interact with our daughter too. Please talk to them. While we are at it, use our names. I am not hey you, he is not buddy and she is not monster. I will ignore you if you don't use my name. I use yours. I hate you calling me dear. because even though you are using an endearment, you usually use it when you are going to complain/yell about something, or make me cry. I have a name. I used to have confidence. I am a completely different person when you are not home. I am a happy person when you are not home.
Please help me to love you again. I don' t want to know that almost half my life will have been a waste.
I'm really scared. I love you a lot. We've been together for a very, very long time. We have a "perfect marriage"-- whatever that means. Why now do you want to bring bestiality into it? Isn't it sexy enough to do it with me? I'm hot!! I'm really, really hot and beautiful and sexy. (Don't worry TWC, I don't brag usually, I'm just stating my argument here). I admit the fantasy of dirty sex is great, but I think fucking a dog is over the line. I just can't bring myself to tell you because I'm afraid you will cheat on me if I don't do it with you. And if I do it with you, I will never forgive myself. Yuck.
One wife to another (kind of):
This latest bullshit is a stupid attention-getting ploy, plus a last-ditch
attempt to romanticize your mediocre life, your mediocre personality, and
your mediocre "marriage." If you're not married after that many years
together, you're not sharing finances , and he's making you pay for all of
your own groceries, you're ROOMMATES.
Stop trying to find someone else to validate your shallow existence, and
start making yourself someone worth being around. Especially, stop trying to
get my husband to come over to your house after work and talk about our
problems. The sympathetic shoulder act is not going to make him fall into
bed with you. He's onto you, and we both think it's sad at best, creepy and
disturbing at worst.
I know you think that no other man out would find me attractive and for a while I believed it too. But guess what, there are other guys out there who want to touch me, even if you don`t. There are other guys out there who want to kiss me with passion, unlike you who barely pecks me on the cheek these days. And yes, on Saturday night I was wearing more make-up than usual because I was going off to meet one of said guys, not some female friends and yes, I did kiss him and no, I don`t have any regrets. If you had shown me one ounce of affection in the past year I might not have been driven to do something that is so totally against my moral code. I hate you for making me into the shell of my real self that I have become. One day I will get out of here and you will realise what you have been taking for granted since we got married. Then again, as you will still have your favourite person around (yourself) you might not even notice.
I'm mad at you for making me go back to work. I don't want to. I'm not ready. I need to be home to cook and clean. I like that. I don't love it. But I like it. I wanted to stay home until our youngest was 2. Well, he is only 11 months. We survive (barely) on your income. Which I don't get...you make a lot of money. I know where all the money goes, and it still seems there is never enough. And the fact I will only be bringing home like $100 a week is pathetic. We will just spend it on going out to eat and on coffee.
You are an amazing husband and father, but sometimes your priorities are a little out of whack.
To my ex-husband:
For 13 years I took care of you, did all the housework, was the breadwinner, and let you do anything you wanted, because that was the way you wanted it. You never once said thank you for everything I did for you. You never once turned on the vacuum cleaner.
Two years ago, you left me for a 22 year old. I was shattered.
Now, two years later, my life is completely turned around, It's all about ME. I have a wonderful man in my life, I have orgasms with this man, I have a great job I love, I'm going to start saving for a house of my own, I've travelled to places I never thought I would see. I finally LOVE MY LIFE! And none of it would have happened if you hadn't been so selfish.
It's too bad the 22 year old turned out to be a psycho who's cut your nuts off, and whom your family can't stand. I don't even hate you two anymore, you're too funny, like a Jackie Collins book.
I don't think things have turned out quite the way you thought they would two years ago, have they? Karma's a bitch.
And stop trying to get back together with me. It's pathetic
Have I told you I hated you?
You ask me about my fantasies, you want me to tell you my deepest desires, but I can't- because they're all about someone else. I love you more than you can know, but this guy- I can't let him go. You think you were my first love, but I think he was... we just never had a chance. I'm happy that I ended up with you, and don't regret our life, but I wonder what it would be like if I'd fought for him, if he'd fought for me.
I'm ashamed that I think these things, but I can't stop. He's in my head daily. And even though I know I would not cheat on you or do anything inappropriate, I have looked him up. I can't and won't pursue him, but I know where he is.
I wish I knew how to let him go.
Checking my email is not ok so why do you do it?
We are not together anymore.
I’m not doing anything wrong or inappropriate.
And even if I was it’s none of your damn business.
I BROKE UP WITH YOU!
A confession to a wife: You are blowing it. Your husband is out and he is trolling, he is hitting on women, and I am taking him up on it. And don't bother all of you "anonymous" commenters, I know it is wrong, and I don't want to listen to or read your shit, this is my confession. I am sleeping with your husband, and we are both enjoying it. There is no emotional attachment between us, this is pure raw sex. And he doesn't seem the type, shy, quiet, busy with so many things, how does he have time you wonder? For me he makes time. And the shit of it all is, he would rather be with you.