Really, this is just getting ridiculous.
Let me make this clear: all grown-ups have to work. Just because you have a job does not mean you are special. Everyone has a job.
I know you have a hard job. This does not entitle you to ignore everyone at home and forget your son’s activities.
I love you. I love you very much and I’m so proud of you for getting such a great job.
But please don’t let it ruin our marriage.
It makes me so angry when you take my ideas and pass them off as your own. You will also pick my brain for information and then parrot it back to me at a later date (or to someone else) and act like it was something you knew all along. Would it kill you to give me credit? I am not nearly as stupid as you like to imply that I am. Quit trying to tear me down, it will not work.
Why are there so many unhappy wives?
It's become apparent to me, that I will never be enough for you.
Not pretty enough,
not thin enough,
not young enough.
But mark my words, one day you will want me...and I will be sooo over you.
I apologize to myself for having to pretend to have two or three orgasms every time. It wasn't enough to fake just one. Now I have to pull off multiples.At first It was enough for me to see YOU satisfied, but it has gotten old. I can't even begin to tell you because I can't imagine how you would react or what you would think! Maybe that's why I'm so tired all the time. I am NOT one of those blessed women that is able to cum over and over again. I am one of those poor unfortunate souls that has to pretend to enjoy making love to my husband.......
To my friend's husband;
Just because your wife is not going to work, outside of your home, everyday,
does not mean she does not have a days worth of work!
You have a 7 week old son, who is nursing every few hours, needs to be changed, bathed, and well she sometimes just wants to cuddle with him.
So getting your bar finished and painting the laundry room and guests rooms, can fucking wait.
Enjoy your son, while he is a baby, and stopping worrying about your home renovations!
You know I really hate the fact that you can’t do anything on your own.
I'm so glad your family live the other side of the world. i get stressed listening to your selfish sister on the phone. i wish i could say something to her but i know it wouldn't do you any favours in your family.
i hate the fact that your sister is your parent's favourite. god knows why.
When I say he is just my friend and I don't want him in that way it's a lie. If I weren't with you I would be all over him. I have so many men that would be knocking at my door if we weren't together yet I give you all my time, all my energy, all my love. And for what? You try to change me, to make me this perfect person. You want to mold me into what you want. Why are you even with me if I wasn't what you wanted? Did you figure the template was good enough for you to build on? You want me to think like you, eat like you, walk like you, talk like you. You are nowhere near perfect. You don't even visit your family. How can you say that your way is the right way? I am and will remain faithful, but I will not remain unhappy. Something has to change and soon. It's too bad that when we talk I can't tell you these things. Instead we argue. We go around in circles resolving nothing. I love you, but it's getting easier and easier to not like you. It's getting easier and easier to accept attention from other men even if it is just a compliment here and there. Shape up or it's gonna end.
I can't remember the last time you smiled with genuine happiness. I can't remember the last time you and I had a fun time together. Last week when we went out for your birthday, after getting the babysitter and finally having some time together, we sat in the restaurant booth in mostly silence. I didn't enjoy my time with you at all. That makes me so incredibly sad. We used to be so in love that every stolen moment was magical. Now I just feel like the past 9 years of baggage, which just grows, and grows...will eventually tear us apart.
The mistakes you have made financially have made an anger grow inside me like you wouldn't believe. I've been busting my ass trying to pay off the enormous debts you've incurred by trying to start stupid "Get rich quick" schemes. Then you got over that phase and got an education. You graduate in March with your bachelor's degree and I am proud of that. But now that you've landed a job you finally love, you feel entitled to treat yourself. NO, you may not buy a convertible. You may be just starting out, but 35K a year is NOT the income that can afford a convertible. Not to mention the 50K in student loans we'll be paying off until we are almost retired. What in the hell makes you think you can buy a convertible, or a Harley, or a new big house? I shake my head in disbelief. Yet I am a bitch for always 'destroying your dreams'. Material dreams. I already told you we'd save (even though it's gonna hurt like a bitch) to get you a used Harley soon. I give in all the time for your new computer gadgets. Did you forget?
What about my dreams? They are simple. I don't care about money (even though I have saved our asses more times than I can count because I am sooooo much smarter about money)...I care about our kids and family. About being together and doing things that mean something, not going out and buying some nifty expensive materialistic crap. I want another baby so badly that it hurts, yet you care more about money and yourself than completing our family and enjoying it.
You are not the person I married. I married a sensitive, artistic, interesting, happy man who cried when he was happy or sad without worrying about who saw it. A strong man who was going to make it in the world with the woman he loved no matter what the past dealt him. Now you are a bitter, silent, brooding person who has suddenly become a 'victim' of your past. You NEED this materialistic stuff because you never had it in your childhood. Well, neither did I! The fact that we are becoming such different people is breaking my heart in two. I don't even know where to go from here...but to work and work to pay off our debts and try to raise my children to be strong and happy with the simple things in life. I can't say with certainty if we will make it. Even though I can still, through it all, see the man I fell madly in love with.