Dear 'boyfriend'..Yesterday I spent the whole day with my best friend, the guy I have known forever, the guy you are jealous of even though he lives at the other end of the country. You have reason to be jealous because I love him so much it hurts and I'm dying inside because I can't be with him. He feels the same about me but now I'm trapped. I met you a few years after my friend moved and yes I did fall for you, I had your kids but we haven't married.. and I'm so glad. I thought that was what I wanted but it's not.
My love for my friend has never gone away. You're not the man I met... each year I am with you your anger gets worse, you beat me and you make me feel invisible. You spent all my savings and the children aren't even in pre-school yet and you don't want me to work until they are...you made sure I wasn't going anywhere. I'm only 27 and I think maybe I'll be able to stand on my own feet one day, get enough money and have the strength and means to get away from you and finally be happy, move away and be with my friend and soulmate.
Yesterday when I kissed him goodbye at the airport my heart literally broke knowing it'll be so long before I see him again and knowing I was going back home to you. I knew everything would be the same, I'd be putting myself through torture thinking about him and missing him each and every day. Living with my heartache right in front of you when you have no idea. I cried all night and have been crying all day, hiding it from you and wishing I was with him. I hope and pray that somehow my friend and I will end up together.
Remember that friend I told you it was him or me? Well yeah for awhile you choose me. But your back to being friends with him no matter how I feel about it. I'm getting real close to kicking your ass out. Seems like you don't care for anyone but yourself anyways.
To you...the one who stole 14 yrs of my life.
I loved you with every drop of my blood. I compromised things that make me sick to my stomach now. You beat me physically and mentally. I tried to kill myself to escape you....only to have you show up at the hospital and tell them you were my brother!!! I finally escaped you and until last night....8 yrs later...... I feared you would hunt me down and kill me....just like you promised. I'm not afraid anymore. You took things from me emotionally that it has taken all these years to get back. Last night something clicked and I own myself finally. You don't own me anymore.
You suck in bed. I wish you'd wake up and listen to me. But again it's about if YOU get off not about whether I do. You haven't gotten me off in a very long time. Oh and I thought it was suppossed to be women who didn't like to perform oral sex? Well you haven't performed it on me in well over a year. I'm so tired of doing all the work and not getting any satisfaction. BTW I'd rather give you a blow job than have to have another shitty fuck session.
I went out for a drink with my EX boyfriend who I knew was engaged. It was
INNOCENT and I knew it would be. I didn't do it because I wanted him back
but because I needed closure. Little did I know hugging him would bring back
all those memories. Ones that my boyfriend now can't do. He kissed my
forehead after I cried and in his arms I felt safe again. I feel so selfish
wanting him back and wanting to call off his engagement and give me another
shot. I am afraid of marriage but I am not afraid with him. I miss him so
much and I feel like we are still so young. I would NEVER let him but he
told me how he still loves me and always will. Why do things have to be like
this and why can't I ever MOVE on with my life for ONE day without thinking
about him? Yes, he's my first love, but I need to move on....but I can't. I
guess it's a part of me being a hopeless romantic and WISHING he'd come back
into my life like prince charming and sweep me off my feet......oh, wishful
thinking :( I miss you
To my Husband....My escape
I can not thank you enough for loving me. You are perfect in so many ways. Any woman would be thrilled to be married to you. You tell me you love me, that I'm beautiful, that life would end without me. There isn't anything you wouldn't do for me. Sadly, I love you like a brother. Sex was always used as punishment in my life and I just don't feel that spark with you. Its something I do out of what feels like obligation. You are a wonderful friend. I can not imagine not having you in my life.....but.....it will happen. I have found someone who makes me feel like Ive never felt before. I feel things that had been stolen from me so long ago. I feel excited and sexual, I feel like a woman and not someones sister or possession. When we had sex last night I felt awful. I felt like I was cheating on my new boyfriend with my husband. Everything clicked last night. He is the one who I feel safe with, the one who makes me feel alive.
Please forgive me.
As you were telling me how my work wasn't worthwhile, how the money I earn doesn't support us, I couldn't help but thinking that I don't have to live this way. I don't have to listen to you tell me that I am not important. In fact, I won't always live this way. That is why I didn't even fight back or respond, just let you continue on telling me that what I do is not important. It isn't even worth the fight. Tick Tock.
To my white trash husband:
You will ultimately be the reason we get a divorce. You act like a 5 year old, instead of a 42 year old. You fight with our son, like you’re his brother. Every single Friday night, you have to act like a total dick in order for me to pay attention to you. Believe me; you’d get a lot more attention, just acting like a loving man.
I even gave you’re Friday night personally it’s very own name, of Steve. But after me calling you this, you actually had the fucking nerve to stand up and scream, “Stop calling me Steve, I don’t like it!” Guess what, dipshit? Stop acting like a flaccid dick and I won’t call you Steve anymore.
I’m sorry that you had a shitty father, I’m sorry that even though you hate his ass, you still think it’s funny to act just like him. I refuse to be married to your father for the rest of my life. Your mother, looks like death eating a biscuit from her years stuck with your family and I refuse to live or look like her at her age.
None of this really matters, because I’m having an affair with a real man, not an adolescent who still whines like a 2 year old. And just so you know, I don’t feel the least bit guilty about it. It’s not like, I haven’t gone out of my way to explain all of your shortcomings to you, time and time again. But you refuse to change.
So when you finally find out about my infidelity, don’t you dare say that you never saw it coming. You’re a fucked up child stuck in a fucked up mans body. I actually feel a sense of relieve every time my lips meet my lovers.
Choke on that little man...
To my husband: Please, for the love of whatever-the-fuck, STOP whining about
your frustrated rock musician ambitions.
When I met you a few years ago, you had been doing music in the local
"scene" for at least ten years, whether in a band of your own or playing in
someone's else's group. You continued to do so for a couple of years after
that, only to have what (according to your own testimony) has always
happened to you before happen again; essentially, the bands either dried up
and died, or you were fired from them for some reason or another.
Yes, of course it sucks to have something in which you've invested a lot of
time and energy dissolve into nothing, but come ON -- the music industry is
(and always has been) filled with flaky, posturing and backstabbing
egomaniacs. I would have thought that someone who has spent so much time
trying to "make it" in such a thankless scene would understand that, but you
remain bitter and completely unable to assess the situation with any kind of
We've been married for a few years now and are expecting our first child
within a couple of months. You've gone back to school and are pursuing a
degree in a business related field, and you have a decent paying job with
good benefits (none of which were things you were doing when we first met,
but are all these are all things you've said that you WANTED to do to "make
a better life for your future family"). But with the reality of financial
woes and approaching parental responsibilities, most of what you seem to be
interested in amounts to escapist activities (booze, pot, porn), bitching
about how much life sucks, and endless, self-indulgent lamenting of the fact
that you aren't able to play in a band right now.
I'm sorry that things are tough for us now financially and that we're both
under so much in the way of time constraints and conflicting interests, but
do you honestly believe that you are the only person on the planet with
frustrated ambitions?! Things could be a lot worse, and nothing is
preventing you from playing / writing / recording music on your own, least
of all me. But life doesn't stop simply because you can't pursue your
hobbies with abandon.
I've tried to be understanding, but my compassion is wearing very thin...and
I don't think it's fair for me to have to do all of the thinking, planning,
strategy-forming for this relationship (not to mention the fact the
continually having to talk you out of your self-imposed funks is getting
extremely tiring). THIS IS THE LIFE YOU CHOSE -- no one has forced you into
any of this, so cut the little-boy routine, grow a pair and face it!
It's me 1935.
Good Lord…. You guys chill. I am a grown woman and so is my daughter. Take a good long look in the mirror, look at some of these sappy pathetic confessions that you all posted and for the ones that called me names, you are no better than I. Think before you just start writing. Never say it won’t, can’ or will not happen to you. I haven’t killed anyone. I love myself, my beautiful family and I am lucky to have lived in the same place, traveled the places I have and remained with the same friends for my entire life. Can all of you that have bashed my brains out say the same? I feel SORRY for you. Most likely, you have no true friends and this web site is you entire life. I used to think this was fun to read, but I was way off.
Dawn you; I’m sure were the one that jumped me first, but I understood you created this place of ugliness. Say what you want about this good girl that likes BAD BOYS. I am not signed on to post comments, because I thought this was a place to confess, not be ridiculed to death, I wasn’t even aware of the comment area until a friend told me to look.
Most of everyone’s confessions look like you are desperate mousey little women, some of you make me laugh, like the one chick that looked at her ol’ man and thought sometimes I HATE YOU…… well honey….SAY IT….. You only wrap around one.
Look back at what some of you wrote. Who’s the dumbass?