Sweetheart, I love you, you are my everything! I wish I could give you the confidence you deserve because you are awesome. A wonderful father and a loving husband, I couldn't have asked for more. I was blessed when God gave you to me. We've been through alot, ups and downs but in the end we love each other with all our hearts and souls. I thank God for you and for the boys and want you to know how much I love you, always and forever.
I write this because after reading all these confessions, I realize how truly good I have it. I will always cherish what we have. I Love you!
Before we got married, my parents warned me that you probably would never be able to support us. I told them they were wrong, and even if they were right, I didn't care, because I could support us. Five years later, I'm beginning to think they were right. And I was wrong... I do care.
I love you with all of my heart and I understand the type of job that you have. We have only been with each other for 9 months now and within them months we have made so much with each other. We have invested into each other life and understand each other. But, I hate when people ask you “ When are you going to get married” and you look at them like never, why in the hell are we in a relationship if it is not leading up to that. I have supported you and respected your vision with everything that you wanted to do. I have been there for you, but please tell me if we are not working up to that, because I don’t want to waste your time and please don’t waste mine.
Darling; I love you. We have been with each other for 15 years. I've never
been with anyone else and I want to. I want to feel another man inside me. I
used to be happy that you were my only one. But now I hate it. I want to
know what it is like to be touched by another man. To be loved by him. I
think I want to know what it is like more than I want to be with you. We are
more like room mates than husband and wife. But I have our babies to think
of. That is the only thing that keeps me with you. The first chance I get.
I'm going to find out what it feels like.
we've been friends for so long now that I can't remember a time when you weren't. I adore you to pieces and I know you feel the same. We also have a 'history' that is becoming more and more a regular part of our present. It's good, and your kisses make my toes curl and every nerve in my body alive, but if I'm being completely honest... when it comes right down to it, you're a selfish lover. I ALWAYS make sure you have a fantastic orgasm. You? You always make sure you do too.
Me? Well, let's just say that today on this thanksgiving day, I'm thankful for my silver bullet... because unlike you, HE always makes sure I'm SATISFIED!
This morning you were so sweet; cramming your butt into little one's chair to have a 'tea party' with him, singing "Twinkle, twinkle..." with him while you explained the importance of socks too him. These are the days I love you so much!
I wish you would be so patient with me and my fatness. It disappoints me, too, that I keep gaining weight! I do feel bad that I am so fat and feel sorry that you have to have such a big fat wife; but I hope one day to finally get my ass together and lose this lard. I hope that you stick around long enough to appreciate it.
I'm sorry, Honey, I hate it too...
You are such a sweet daddy...
We both deserve so much better!
I killed the fish. It wasn't mine, I never wanted it, It became my responsiblity after our daughter killed the first one from neglect. I killed it in a very hunane way. I feel tremendous guilt. I was pushed to do it after I saw that you used our strainer to clean its bowl. I can't live, eat, cook, with the same utensisls that you have been using to clean the fish bowl -- and I had no idea you were doing this until I saw pebbles in the strainer. that is just gross, and unhealthy and our health as a family comes first. I asked, sooo many times to find that fish a new home and nobody stepped up. So, now he's dead, and God forgive me. I just can't deal with another responsibility..... I am so very sorry, I feel like shit. Then again, I always feel like shit.
O I hate walking the dog with you. If I never had to walk the dog with
you again I would throw a party with champagne and little pointy hats.
It is boring, it makes my feet hurt, and it uses up way too much of my
free time. But I do it because it makes you happy, and I don't even
bitch the entire time about how I hate it. I am pleasant and
DO NOT THINK THAT MEANS I LIKE IT.
I've already bought your Christmas present, it's perfect and I know it's exactly what you want. And I know you haven't even given 5 minutes of thought toward what you should get for me. I have a wish list on Amazon, and I drop hints when we are talking about Christmas and somehow it will still be a miracle if I get something I actually really want from you.
Sometimes I check your email. Not because I suspect anything or think you might be hiding something - just because I know I can. And you know what, there's nothing to find. You get funny jokes from your brother, and sappy forwards from your grandma, and junk mail about ordering new contact lenses. And I love you because there is no porn, no questionable emails from mysterious women, no solicitations from chat rooms, etc. Thank you.