I was diagnosed with genital herpes yesterday. I'm 37 weeks pregnant and this is my first outbreak. When I asked you about it, you vehemently denied having this, this thing, this disease, this socially unacceptable destroyer. I'm devastated. You have been so distant since I got pregnant, I'm wondering if you cheated and gave me this. If I ever have enough proof of that, I will leave you and take the kids so fast it will make you head spin and your wallet cry. I have never, NEVER had any kind of STD. Now I do, and I'm thinking about those trips you took. Those trips sans me and the kid. Yeah.
I don't care if you don't "feel" like getting tested. You are getting tested and that is the end of it, if I have to drag you in there myself and cut you to get the blood, so heaven help me, I will.
Your once devoted wife,
Its been two months since you left me and moved out. We said we would work on our issues, but more have come up since you moved into your apartment. I really don't see things getting better. Maybe we are better as friends. You have been out of town for two weeks and I have decided that its time for me to move on. Three years to long enough for you to decide that you really want to be with me. Maybe we should try being with other people and see what happens. In a few short months you will be away from me for an entire year. Maybe after that year things will be better. If we are in a better place and we can really appreciate each other and love each other like we used to I might consider it. But only time will tell what will happen. I do love you and I would love for things to work but I really don't think they ever will. We have been fighting for this for so long that one would thing we would have gotten our shit together by now. You will always be my best friend and I will always love you. But I can't put myself through this anymore. I have found someone else. Funny thing is he has been there all along. He loves me and he loves my son. Wish me luck and be happy for me please. I know it will be hard but its something that we have to do.
It's been almost a year, (see #258), but we have finally talked. We have finally cleared the air and bared our secrets. I feel so much better about us now. For the first time in a long time, I have hope for the future of our marriage. I love you so much sweetie. Please learn to trust that. Please don't be afraid to be honest with me. If you make a mistake, it's easier to forgive and move past if you will just talk to me. I think you are a wonderful man and a great father. I don't need perfection. I just need your love.
Why do I feel like I have an overactive sex drive? Most men at 24 would love to have a 21 year old girl climbing all over their manhood! But not you! You are different. You don’t want me to throw myself on you. You don’t want me to dance around in lacy lingerie, You claim you are tired. EXCUSE ME? I work 2 jobs and one of them is the MILITARY! What do you do? Walk around a car lot all day pretending to work until someone walks up.
Tired my ass. What is gonna happen when we finally get married? And when we get older?
And you always say that you think everyone else wants to sleep with me? WELL why wouldn’t they? I am young and hot and I have the sex drive of a teenage boy!!! Look buster, I am telling you now if you don’t start taking advantage of this while you can…..I might just let them do it for you.
Then who will be claiming to be tired???
I love you from the bottom of my heart. You are good to me a wonderful provider and great in bed. I truly have no complaints.
This is my personal problem. I have always been attracted to Bad Boys and I‘m not saying that you are not, but just not bad enough.
One of your friends and I have been attracted to each other for the past five years, never acting on the attraction…….. Until about three months ago.
When he would come over I would have a hard time staying in the room with him. The attraction being so very strong, I left the room.
You took an over night trip and he came over, walked through the door and made hard grinding love to me on the den floor that you built for me.
I would love to say that it will never happen again, but it will. I love you, he is a toy. If men can do it, so can we.
I love you my darling, I just have it in me to have no scruples….. My Grandmother, Mother and even my oldest daughter don’t either. So please understand its heredity.
I love you so much, but sometimes I look at you and I hate you. I think
you're stupid, a bad speller, immature, and idiotic. You always clame to
care more about MY feelings than anyone elses but it seems you can
always manage to put your friends before me. You're only "loving" when
in public or around your family. Honey, they know we don't have the
perfect life, it's written all over my face. I wish that when I tell you
I'm filing for divorce that I could actually build up enough courage to
go through with it, but I'm scared shitless of the "what-if". What if I
regret it, what if you never come see the kids anymore afterwards, what
if I can't make it on my pay alone, etc. All I know is that I'm not
happy with you anymore, I can't cry anymore tears, or scream anymore
curse words because I'm all fed up.
Before we were together, when I was married to my ex-husband, I did some work as a phone sex "actress". My ex worked nights, so I had the house to myself a lot. It was easy, and the money was good. Not long after I started, though, we got divorced. And I wasn't much in the "mood" for it after that.
Now I am in a comfortable relationship again. Even though I go and come freely in and out of your house and spend a lot of nights there, we still maintain separate homes and finances. I have a lot more credit card debt than I have led you to believe. I want so badly to get out from under it, but to do so I really need to get a second job. I am a college-educated woman. I really don't wanna be delivering pizzas in the evenings.
So last night I started back on the phone sex line. I hate that I am doing this behind your back, but as soon as I get out of this debt, I'll quit. I just don't know what else to do.
To my husband:
I just wanted to say that I love you. You love me, you are supporting me both financially and emotionally as I work toward my long-sought degree. You think I'm beautiful, even a few sizes larger than I was when we met. And I love you. I love you even though you leave your dirty socks by the doorway (thank you for following my "no shoes in the house" rule). I love you even though you wait until I ask before you do dishes (thanks for doing them without a complaint or protest). I love you even though you don't do laundry, because even though I complain I really do prefer the way I fold things, and don't mind laundry all that much. I love you because you are an incredible husband, a freaking fantastic father, an amazing lover, and the best friend I've ever had. Thanks.
I love you. I just thought I should tell you so.
The credit card company closed the old account, and sent you a new card with a new account number. I asked you repeatedly to activate the card. You procrastinated and the card sat on the coffee table. I had to pay the remaining balance on the old card, but the online account access was shut down. I tried to call the credit card company to pay over the phone, or to get the balance so I could send a check. My name isn't on the account, so they wouldn't tell me. I asked you to call the company. You procrastinated.
Now late fees have accrued and your credit score has been affected. Tonight I shoved the phone at you and demanded that you activate the card. Three minutes after you made that phone call (a phone call that only took five minutes of your time!!), I was able to register to pay the bill online. You yelled that I was a controlling bitch. Yeah, well, this bitch gets all the bills paid on time.
God, I just wish you would do what I tell you to!
I remember when we took the pregnancy test. We were in the bathroom together. When I told you I was pregnant, and your first words were DAM I heard those words, and just got angry at you. How could you say DAM if it was I that told you to please wear the condom. How could you say DAM, if you didn't want me to take birth control pills. I didn't want to have a child so soon after our wedding. I wanted to wait. I wanted to go back to school. I wanted to get to know you more as a husband. I wanted to grow with you.
During my pregnancy around my 20th week. We were told by doctor that we could have sex. Not oral, no four play, nothing!!! This could cause a miscarriage. But no, you had to be selfish and still wanted to lay down and have sex with my. Knowing that we can loose our son. Why? You continued this for the rest of our pregnancy.
During labor, I'll give you that, you were there for me. You stood by my side. You saw that I gave birth to him vaginally. Yet after the birth, you were counting the days until I could have sex again. Finally the day came, and you jumped on me. Didn't care if I was still hurting. You just wanted to fulfill your needs. What about mine?
Now you love our son. Would so anything for me to take you back, you "love" me and our son. If you do love me your wouldn't hurt me physically, emotionally, and mentally. If you do love me you would appreciate me. If you do love me you wouldn't threaten me than you would leave me and the baby.
Now that I refuse to take you back, you realize what you had. I wasn't a bad wife. I just couldn't do the things I wanted to do b/c we got pregnant. I have no control of that.
I don't know if I love you. I don't know if I want you to return. There is so much to think about and I just can't accept that fact that you want me to do what you want to do ONLY!
Do you have someone? Who was that person that took those pictures of you and my son?