I plan on leaving you in ten years. When our baby is 10 yrs old. She will be old enough to handle the divorce. I am preparing now.
I can never forgive your alcoholism.
Yes, I want you.
I love cooking for and with you.
I love watching movies and making CD's together.
I love falling asleep next to you and waking up with you.
I love it when you tell me about all the crazy things you have done, and listening to you talk about yourself.
I love how much you love your job.
I loved being able to talk to you about the things that bug me, perplex me, and interest me.
I love your perspective on life. You are a gentle and kind man.
I love your easy going nature and smile.
I love learning how to enjoy sex, again, with you!!
I love that you can fix anything.... and hate that you never fixed any of the things you said you would around here.
I love listening to you talk with and about your daughters.
I am definitely in love with you.
I think you are really hot and sexy......
I want you back in my life, because I don't care how much money you do, or do not make.
I think we had a good thing and that you just wouldn't give it a chance because of the $$ and my boys.
That makes me sad.
I miss you.
You are a great husband- now put the girl to bed sometimes. I want to watch TV too.
Oh and don’t get pissed off when I fall asleep with her- she can be very draining even if she is the best daughter ever.
Do not ask me what I think if you don't want to know. It is terribly frustrating to be asked and then cut off mid answer. Makes me want to poke you with something sharp.
You took the very first love letter I sent you and showed it to your
You thought you were so funny.
It hurt me so bad that you did that.
So, ya know what I did?
I took that letter, and I tore it into tiny pieces.
Some of the pieces, I burned.
Some of the pieces, I flushed down the toilet.
Some of the pieces, I put into the garbage disposal.
That was over two years ago.
You haven't even noticed that the letter is gone.
One day you will.
And when you ask me where it is,
I'm going to lie and say that I have no idea.
People who believe in love are idiots.
Its all a bunch of lies.
You proved it to me.
Every time your husband contacts me out of the blue, "just to say hi," I know the two of you are in a bad spot. He used to do the same thing each time his former finacee kicked him out. I've never let him get past hello, and I never will. But honestly? A part of me finds it vindicating. You deserve your farce of a marriage. Both of you.
This morning, I heard you tell our child to let me sleep. Damn but I love you when you do those things.
Our new insurance won't pay for my medicine. I have been taking it for three years now. It has made me the person I have always wanted to be. I never did like to admit that I need a pill to function but four days without it and I want to die. It may take weeks for the new meds to level in my system, but in the mean time I will suffer and you and the kids will suffer. I am sorry that you all have to go through this too. I am going to pull away as much as I can until I start feeling right again. Please don't take it personally. I love you all too much to hurt you.
I can honestly say that I hate you. You verbally abuse me, humiliate me, degrade me, and sicken me. Each day you turn into more and more of a monster. The worst part is that you can be sort of nice one day and evil the next, so I walk on eggshells around you never knowing who I will wake up next to each morning or who will be coming home from work each evening. I live with a feeling of dread. It's awful.
You talk down to me, and nothing I ever do is good enough. If I developed a cure for cancer, you would say that I should have done it sooner. If I spend an entire afternoon cleaning the house, you will point out the things I missed. You seem to forget that we have three children who tend to mess things up a bit when they get home from school, so even though I end up straigtening up again, it will never be good enough or clean enough for you. Nothing could ever meet your ridiculous standards. And, half the mess in the house is created my you, but you would never think of that.
The good thing is that I'm a lot stronger than you think I am. I surround myself with people who, unlike you, make me feel good about myself, so while you're trying to destroy my self-esteem, you will not win. I am a much better person than you could ever hope to be. The only reason I am staying with you is for the kids, and as each day goes by, I'm thinking more and more that even that's not a good enough reason to be with you. I know it will be hard on them, but they will also realize why I did what I felt I had to do. As young as they are, they are already realizing that things aren't what they should be. They ask me things like, "what's wrong with Daddy?" and "why does Daddy yell at you all the time?" Our daughter refers to you as "the big, bad wolf". I don't want them to think that this is what a real, caring marriage is about. I don't want them learning from you. You used to have so much good in you, but it's getting less and less as each day passes. You wear your "good persona" for the outside world, but as soon as you're home, your true colors come shining through. I think you've built up such an act for so long, and you've been playing the role of "great guy" for such a long time, that you're just too tired to keep it up any more. As a result, I feel the brunt of it when you get home. And, I understand it. Who can keep up an act for such a long time without finally breaking down? Of course, you don't see it as your fault. In your eyes, everything is my fault.
I know that I'm not perfect. No one is; but I am far better than you make me out to be. You talk to me as if I'm something you found on the bottom of your shoe. I know that you're the way you are because you were an abused child yourself, so you didn't learn how to treat the ones you love with respect. I used to feel sorry for you all the time because of your childhood, but since you won't get the help that you so desperately need, and instead, you take your anger out on me, all I feel for you at this point is disgust.
If I had known back then what I know now, I never would have married you. In fact, I wish I never even met you. If it weren't for our children, I would never have anything to do with you EVER again.