I saw a couple looking longingly/lovingly into each other's eyes and it made me feel very sad, as you have never looked lovingly into my eyes and never will. You don't even act like you like me, much less love me. How many time do I need to tell you what I need from you and what our kids need from you? I can't spell it out any simpler and it's pissing me off that you act like you really care but then, do nothing. Nada. I'm tired of talking to you and you doing nothing.
Why am I never in the mood? What have you done to make me be in the mood? Do you act like you think I'm sexy/pretty/funny/anything other than just the maid? Do you pay me compliments? Do anything sweet, just because? Touch me other than when you want to get laid? I can be in the mood ALL THE TIME and you know that, as evidenced by before. But, if you don't do anything to make me get in the mood (other than jumping me when I get into bed) it won't happen or at least not often.
I don't have any idea what goes on in your head. I know you love me but you never show it and it's sad. Your kids love you and just want time with you, want to do things with you and you don't and won't. Sitting in front of the TV/computer in the family room DOES not count as spending time with your family. Work is more important, everything is more important to you and your family comes in last. Sad.
When I found out that you're doing to your new wife the exact same thing
you did to me, I secretly smiled. She deserves you. I deserve better.
I hate the fucking dogs so much that I'm actually contemplating cancelling the wedding and leaving you. I know it was my idea to get them in the first place, but I had no idea they would be soul sucking hounds of hell. It is NOT okay for them to be on the brand new leather sofa after chewing the shit out of the old one. Having to replace all carpets, lino and hardwood because of them chewing is NOT normal. Get your head out of your ass and get rid of them, or you'll be rid of me.
Do you realize that throughout our entire evening tonight (through dinner, dessert and a nice walk) you talked of nothing but yourself? You didn’t ask me one question. Instead you yammered on and on about what you said to the underling you lunched with today. What kinds of sexy outfits the waitresses were wearing. And what you said to your superiors. And then you talked about your presentation prowess. And how everyone LOVES you at work. And how you motivate and inspire your underlings. Gag. Corporate America is comprised of a bunch of men (and even women) in a continuous pissing contest. Don’t whip that dick out and try to act like yours is the biggest one in the room just yet. Because it ain’t. I’m curious of what your employees REALLY think of you. But even if they DO like you, they’ll soon see what I do: you’re all talk and no action.
You definitely have a talent for sizing someone up in the first few minutes of meeting them then figuring out what sweet words they want to hear and then charming the pants off of them. According to you, everyone is eating out of the palm of your hand… Yeah. I’ll bet.
But anyway… It would have been nice if you would have asked (in our four hour date) how my day was. Or even said, “You look nice tonight.” Or “Thanks for taking care of me while I was sick this week.” And when we finally got off the corporate crap, you droned on and on about other things… You seem to think you’re an expert on almost everything. You seem to think I care. What I hear is what you don’t say – that you are awfully fond of hearing your own damn voice. And I honestly think that it didn’t matter if I was there or not. I could have put a woman who doesn’t speak English in front of you, or even placed a blow-up doll in my seat and you would have still had a good time. Probably because you were talking about your most favorite subject in the whole wide world. YOURSELF.
Oh and another thing? It REALLY pisses me off when I’m sicker than a dog and you tell me “Well, looks like you’re gonna just have to “suck it up”. But at the same time, you take a day and a half off of work, sit on the couch all day watching movies when you get the sniffles. And you can’t seem to be bothered with cleaning up your own tissues, picking up your damn snack wrappers or even helping with our child.
I hope you aren’t expecting sex tonight. The last thing I want to do is have sex with you. But then again, maybe I shouldn’t worry. You’ve got a hand – you can have sex with the one person you care about, think about, and love more than anything in this world – YOURSELF.
We're going into week two of not talking, not acknowledging one anothers existence. I come home, you go in the bedroom and remain there until you leave for work the next morning. MAN I LOVE IT! It's like I'm free - free from you and your sarcasm, your arrogance and ignorance, I FREAKING LOVE IT. Just me and my kids, which is exactly how I want it to be. Thanks for giving me this little taste of freedom, it only proves (to me) that I want out; I want to get as far away from you as I possibly can. Later asshole!
You've been moved out again, for the third time in a year, for 2 weeks this time, back at your (married) mistress of 7 years' house.
I'm so sorry I called you this morning. It's obvious (now) that I'm not going to get a kind word from you anymore. I have to say right from the top that your "you drove me away" comment came straight from that whore's mouth. That's what the cheatin' bitch said to me last summer. So, Mack, you can continue to believe that everything is all MY fault. That YOU were a complete innocent and the perfect husband....whatever allows you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Perfect" husbands' wives don't feel rejected and lonely when their husbands are at home....and their bones and their hearts don't break on their own. As far as the financial commitment to the house is concerned, you can simply leave me a message at home, during the day, while I'm at work, so we don't have to "speak" to each other, regarding the amount you deposited. I see no need to talk to each other. If anyone is pushing anyone away, it's you. As much as I THINK miss you, I have to honestly ask myself "what" I miss. Do I miss hearing about how everything I do or say has a surreptitious motive? No (that's your whore over there....just wait, you'll see). Do I miss hearing you berate me and my intentions EVERY TIME I talk to you? No. Do I miss being ignored when you come to bed and having you completely ignore or angrily dismiss me for days at a time? No. Do I miss that whore's smell in my house every day? No. You know, you actually had me believing for years that everything is all my fault. What a number you did on my psyche. The only thing I'm guilty of is loving you more than I loved myself. Therein lies the BIGGEST mistake of all. "They" say you teach people how to treat you and somewhere along the line I taught you that it is ok to ignore me, belittle me, reject me and, in general, make me feel like I wasn't worthy of love. In the end, you'll be the one who's sorry.
Oh yeah....guess what.....
(her phone number)
How stupid do you think I am! Told you YEARS ago....I'm incredibly resourceful.
I don't think I can hold it all in anymore. You went after my dad and are still trying to ruin my parents marriage. Then you called me a "spoiled little bitch" and I'm still confused as to why. If you think that of me, at least you have one thing right. I am a bitch. I'm proud to be the very strong, independent women I worked very hard to become after my first marriage. He abused me in ways you wouldn't understand. You don't understand anything unless it puts you the center of attention. PLEASE stop asking my mother about my pregnancy. It makes me want to drive the 16 hour trip just to bitch slap you. The only reason you ask is so you look like you care. Please do not send anything for my baby when my family comes to visit. I will mail you the ashes after I burn the stuff. I don't need your bad karma all over my life. You do enough to my mother on a daily basis. DO NOT give me parenting advice. Your 9 year old told you to go f*ck yourself! Your 6 year old is mental and beats his head on the walls until he's black and blue. Yeah, you raised some winners. MOTHER OF THE YEAR RIGHT THERE!!! If my dad is screwing you, it better be a good piece of ass because when my mother takes the house and half his retirement, I'm sure he won't look so great to your slut-bag whore self anymore. Please just stay away from me and don't think about me. I don't wish any evil on you. Seems that karma has a way of knowing who to bless and who to curse.
You know, when you and I first started going out, I knew you lived with another woman. I didn't care. I didn't care at all. Matter of fact, I hated her even though I didn't know her and relished in the knowledge that when you were with me, she was most likely at home upset because she didn't know where you were or who you were with.
the BEST was when you'd spend the night! I bet she hated that, didn't she?
You and I are finally together- she finally left you alone- and now, I find myself......in her shoes.
You leave, I don't know where you are. I go through your phone and find that you still text and call HER.
You tell me that I didn't mind how you were when you were with HER, so how I can I mind now? You are who you are.
Now I'm stuck. I'm in this "relationship" with someone I should have never gotten with in the first place. I can't leave because I can't afford to. I know that you'll never stop what you do. I truly believed that you would for me, but I've found that you won't- for anyone.
I thought I won.
But I don't think I did.
OUR SEX SUCKS. That felt so good to say. You would die if I said
this to you, but how can you not know? You're there for crying out
loud. You're having the same experience I am, except you actually
get satisfaction after a couple minutes. It's lame. But you go on
about how "that was great" and "wow, I can't move". You're bad at
it, and you always have been. It's just gotten so much worse.
Before you were bad, but if I worked at it, I could get it spiced up-
and you loved it! But with two kids in less than two years, I don't
always have the energy to add all the spice, nor am I motivated to.
You are just bad at it. Is there a book you can read, or maybe I'll
draw you a map, but it's not like you will pay attention to it,
because I have told you several things you do that turn me off and
several things you could do instead and you have yet to follow those
instructions. At this point, I feel like just laying there every
single time until you say something. At least that will make you
notice how utterly unenjoyable it is for me. Our marriage is a happy
one otherwise and I am afraid to cutoff the sex as I have heard that
sex is only 10% of a marriage when you're having it, but if you're
not having it, it's 90% because there are other problems preventing
you (financial, abuse, disconnect, etc, etc) We don't have those -
luckily- but we do have one problem, you're bad at it! But, just so
this is not all negative, I will say you are well endowed and could
recover nicely if I could just get through to you with some damn
you are a damn near perfect husband except when it comes to dealing with you ex-girlfriend (of whom which you have a beautiful daughter with). i feel like you try to protect her from me, like i am sort of a bully. i am very proud of myself for standing up to her ONE TIME. how did you handle that?????? we got in the biggest fight of our whole marriage.
i could totally forget about her nonsense if you handled things differently. i know this is the part where everyone is going to jump down my throat and tell me he is never going to change. you are right. so just let me bitch.........
she is a victim with out a victimizer. she views being a single mother a hardship (none of my single mom friends do!). she is always dwelling on the negative. her passive-aggressiveness is total bullshit! i love how she says she hates it when people feel sorry for her. well that is the only feelings i have for you. yes i feel sorry for you. if you do not like it get off your pity me trip and do something with your life!!!! and dear hubby, stop feeding in to this nonsense.