When I tell you I'm too exhausted for sex, and you say, "It's okay, I understand. Tomorrow night, then" that doesn't mean you should then grope me for hours when we get to bed.
So now I'm supposed to remain functional until 11:00pm on less than four hours of sleep?
Honey. I am a wife. And a mom. And a full-time employee outside of the home. Is it too much to ask to get 6 hours of sleep without being groped, massaged, and grinded on? My ass does not exist for your amusement.
Your Very Tired Wife
Sometimes I'm angry because there are a lot of men who'd love to have a kinky woman who'd try anything except fire, knives, children, or animals.
Mostly I'm just really sad because you don't even want me for any kind of sex at all. I know you love me. There's lots of cuddling. But you haven't wanted sex with me since we were married 16 months ago.
I knew your sex drive wasn't as high as mine, but I didn't know we wouldn't do it at ALL.
How many marriages are like mine?
I am planning to get pregnant later this year. I want to have
another baby, but refusing to have a baby is the only "power" I have
over you right now. So here's the deal: if you lose 50 pounds by
August, I will have unprotected sex with you. If you lose another 50
pounds while I am pregnant, I will let you into the delivery
room. Of course, you've already said you'll be working all of
June/July/August, so I'm not sure when we could get pregnant. Also,
if you want a baby, I get a trip to Europe. I may have to go without
you. After the baby is born, I will stay home for a year, during
which time you will not complain about my housekeeping or my not
bringing money in. You say you want our kids to have a full time
parent, but then you want me to make more money. I can't do both. I
worked night shifts for a year and napped when the baby did so I was
bringing in money and being a full time parent. When the baby gave
up naps, I had to give up, too. You will give up role playing games,
like you said you were going to, but haven't yet and in fact have
started up a new game.
Lest I sound entitled, we had these agreements before we got
married. He makes more money than I do, so him staying home isn't an
option. We would be in debt forever paying off his student loans on
my salary. I feel bad even thinking of using a pregnancy as a
bargaining chip, but I don't know what else to do. My gentle
suggestions, cooking with less fat, buying lower-fat products, etc.
are all met with resistance. He sees them as personal attacks,
insults. I cook and eat lower fat products. The three year old eats
lower fat products. Broccoli does not have to have cheese on it
every time. Vegetables do not require butter. It is not necessary
to follow every recipe exactly. Cookbooks written before 1960 have
way too much butter in them.
Sorry, way long confession. I need sleep. And the toddler does not nap.
You Bastard!! Did you really think I'd never figure out who "bulging_panties" is? Again you underestimate me. It's a freakin he-she and he's freaking ugly! What the hell is wrong with you? Aside from having no respect for me (obvious to a blind person) have you no respect for yourself? You may think you've fooled me, and the marriage therapist, but you're the fool.
You know how sometimes when you tell me you love me I’ll say, “Really, really?” And you get upset because I’m questioning you.
Well, the way you talked to me tonight… That’s the reason I question your feelings for me. I greeted you at the door with a hug and kiss. I’ve been chipper over the phone. I’ve sent you photos. I wanted to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind a lot lately. And this conversation with our son’s teacher really was something I wanted to talk to you about. You could have, in a nice way, said “I’m tired but I promise we can talk about this tomorrow.” Instead, I got a “fuck off and leave me alone” attitude. And you even admitted you were doing that on purpose. How dare I try to talk to you about our son. OH yeah, I forgot. You don’t want to deal with him. You just want to keep a photo on your desk and talk about him to coworkers, clients, and female seatmates on your flights – so they think you are father of the year. What a fucking JOKE!
I HAD felt closer to you this past week than I had in a long time. It WAS nice to feel like we are a team again. It was nice to feel that maybe our marriage wasn’t so empty afterall.
If you ever wonder WHY I question your feelings for me, THIS example is why. Why do you think its ok to talk to me like that? I usually don’t say anything but “sorry” to you when you go off of me. I grovel because that’s what you want. And I don’t want a fight. Because you say some really nasty things when we fight. But, you’ve got to realize that this sort of thing really eats at the love I feel for you. In fact, its all gone. I was able to muster up some tender feelings for you this past week because you did the laundry. (How sad. You do some laundry and I’m ready to fall in love with you all over again.) But trust me…. Those tender feelings are GONE now!
OH I only came into the bedroom and laid in bed for awhile because I figured you were having sex with your favorite person – YOURSELF. I’ll be damned if you’re gonna be an asshole then, get off AND get jizz all over the bedspread I just washed.
You asked me today what kind of wedding we will have one day. I smiled at you and told you that I didn't care. And I don't. I had the big wedding. The big show to prove that I was worthy of being a wife, that I had been deemed good enough to be get somebody to propose to me. I don't need that again. I just want you. I want the quiet space after we make love - or the laughing that we dissolve into when one of us makes a joke that no one else would find funny. I don't need to prove anything to anyone anymore.
We're not married. Not even close, but you're still driving me crazy.
Actually, it's not even you, per se.
I love living with you, talking to you, being around you.
You love your family and your job, you've got a great attitude toward life, which I'm very thankful for.
I just can't stand some of the people that you work with!!
You knew this and didn't seem to care, not taking my feelings into consideration whatsoever when deciding to work with these people! The really awful thing is that I think you're planning on working with these people for the rest of your career! I think the world of you, but I don't know if I can deal with them...
I really don't want to turn this into a fight, since it's so silly. I just wish you'd think before you do these kinds of things because it makes me feel like I'm second-rate in your life
I will never tell you that I secretly want to vote for Hillary Clinton. I especially would never tell our ultra conservative families who think Mike Huckabee hung the moon and will be the only candidate who can keep this nation from burning in hell. I'm so glad voting is confidential ;)
Sometimes I believe you are insane. When I got home from work, you were in a terrible mood. I waited for a bit and then inquired as to why you were storming around. "You know why", you said. But I didn't.
And then you accused me of throwing my birthday cake on the floor and leaving for work.
Huh? I wasn't sure I had heard you properly. My birthday cake? I looked at you and told you that I had no idea of what you were talking about. Apparently, when you got home - the cake was on the floor and you were sure that I had thrown it on the floor and run off to work - leaving it there for you to clean.
When I suggested that this was a ridiculous scenario, you stared at me. When I suggested that perhaps the cat had been on the table and knocked it over, you continued to stare at me.
What type of person throws their birthday cake on the kitchen floor as a premeditated act of sabotage - and what kind of person dreams this up as a plausible rationale for the cake being on the floor?
I’ve started doing something different every time you piss me off. Now adays, when you piss me off, I start cleaning out the closet. Nothing makes me feel better than to think about some old, crazy, smelly homeless man wearing one of your fairly expensive, favorite shirts. So I guess you could say that when you piss me off, you’re really doing some less fortunate soul a favor. Oh and guess what? I also rip apart a pic of you and me. I tear you off then use a fork to stab out the eyes. And then I scratch at your face with a scissors. Maybe that’s crazy. But after all of these years of putting up with you being an asshole whenever you feel like it (which is getting to be often) this is what is keeping me sane. When our son is much older (and his learning problems can be ironed-out and I no longer need your money to pay for his specialists) I am SO leaving your hairy, flat, flabby, ugly, stinky ass!
You make good money NOW, I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding someone else to put up with your outsides, (which are as ugly as your insides).