Would it be okay if I went to see Van Halen by myself this year? Yes, I know, it falls on our anniversary, but really, seeing Van Halen would be a much more memorable time and oh so much more fun! Really, what is it you and I have to celebrate anymore?
I was so excited you didn’t have to work on Saturday. It broke my heart when you woke up and said the only thing you really wanted to do was hit golf balls…something that does not include me or either of your children.
To my Beloved Husband with the Exploding Bowels:
My darling, I love you exceedingly but once again this morning, I had to clean up your "splatter poop." I know that you try to keep up on the house cleaning (even without me asking you to) but I would appreciate it if you would check under the toilet seat more often and do the deed.
If I had to choose between having you or a clean toilet, I'd still take you and your explosions.
I've loved you for ten years & you can't imagine what "my way" might look like? I'm supposed to believe you've gone stupid all of a sudden? Please.
After all this time I still turn you on, you trust me, you respect my mind - and you're unhappy. I don't think I've been imagining the connection. I can't understand why you won't surrender and dish out some love, but I'm finally ready to give up on you. That's hard enough; I wish you wouldn't have demeaned yourself by playing dumb.
I like to sleep with married men. I know we are going to have a
threesome with some men soon, i am super excited about it. We have both
been fantasizing about it for a long time now. I want to find married
men to sleep with, it makes it so much more exciting. I have slept with
married men before, one night stands before I met you of course. We've
never cheated on each other and we never would, but I am not sure if you
want to sleep with exclusively married men or not. I hope so, because I
do and I know that we are the most sexually compatible people on the
planet. I hope that means when I bring this up to you, you will agree.
It’s been 7 months since you told me you wanted a divorce. It’s been 3 months since it’s been final. I’ve spent every waking moment mourning for us, missing you, regretting everything, hoping we’d still get back together.
So I just want to thank you for our argument 2 weeks ago when you accused me of “cheating” on you, that you used that word. The word that you and I both know isn’t true. You use it when it’s convenient for you to be the victim.
So thank you, because now all I have to do is hear your words in my head and I don’t miss you at all.
If, God forbid, something ever happened to you, the first thing I would do is clean up and throw away most of your clutter. It is taking over the house and your crap is everywhere. The second thing I would do is call a professional in to fix all of the stuff you kept saying you are going to fix, but never do. Everytime I mention calling someone to come fix it you get pissy with me. Look around, there are certain things in our house that are literally falling apart or are just plain gross because you won't do what you say you are going to do. I'm sick of it and it is making me resent you.
Wow. I've never done this before but maybe I have found an outlet to let off some of this steam building up inside of me.After being divorced for almost 5 years, I am so sick of being alone. It is hard to raise my son alone. I long for companionship - just someone to sleep with at night and to just go places with. Do nice guys even exist anymore? Seems the guys my age just want sex and there has to be more to life than that. I'm actually disgusted by sex now because that is all a man ever wants from me. Recently he pretended to really like me..this went on for 3 weeks when I finally went out with him. He was the perfect guy - total package. Unfortunately I let my guard down and he convinced me I was the one so I slept with him. He continued on with his game for a week after leading me to still believe i was the one. Apparently I wasn't since he fell off the face of the earth with no phone call, text or any explanation. Thanks for making me feel so used. You are a selfish, egotistical pig. I will never help you get those tickets you always like. You've used me long enough. I will also eventually tell my boss what a pig you really are even though we both promised not to tell him as it could jeopardize your job/relationship with him. You see, he cares about me more - I'm like his daughter ..I should of listened to him when he told me not to go out with you. He never would tell me why. I know now. I want you to know that because of you I am back to feeling worthless, even thoughts of suicide and I haven't had those thoughts in years. I would never do this because of my child or ever let you know this. I would never want to give you the satisfaction of knowing how hurt I am by you. You make me sick and I hope that someone hurts you as bad as you've hurt me. OH and I also know you lied about your age. Sadly, you lied to me twice. Once at the church (of all places) and then I guess you forgot you told me that and lied again when I asked you on our date. I know for a fact how old you really are and you must have issues about your age which I think is really funny. Next time I will try not to be so naive - Another lesson learned - I could write a book on men at this point. They are all pigs.
When I was a child, my mother used to wake me up in the middle of the night to re-do chores that hadn't been completed to her satisfaction during the day. When I was sick I had to clean up my own vomit. In the summer, when she was at work and I was home alone on school vacation, she'd lock her bedroom door with a key so I couldn't get into the one room in the house that had air conditioning. When she was especially angry she'd beat me with a wooden paddle and tell me I'd never amount to anything.
Now that I'm a married adult expecting my second child, she's begun taking anti-depressants. And now she kisses me when she sees me and tells me how proud she is of my accomplishments. She wants me to share things with her and let her watch my daughter. I know the "right" thing to do would be to welcome this new rational woman into my life. But I can't seem to make myself. I've learned to live quite comfortably without her affection, and I no longer have a real desire to live any other way.
We've been having problems in the bedroom for a while now. You told me you didn't want to get me pregnant again (gee, thanks), and that when you had a vasectomy, it would get better.
Here we are 6 months later and it is NOT better. You tell me I should try to initiate. So last night as we lay on the couch together, I try to initiate. And, as I keep telling you, you push me away.
This morning when I "play around", you tell me, "Not now, ________ is in the room."
"what about last night when I tried and _______ wasn't in the room."
"Airplanes were on t.v."
Wow, you fucking asshole. So airplanes were more exciting than me. That's a new low. On our anniversary no less.
I don't think you realize you broke my heart a little more this morning.