If I do not get a good night’s sleep sometime soon I may very well smother you with my pillow. I cannot function on 3 or 4 hours of sleep every day. If you are going to stay up late do not watch TV in the bedroom, turn down the volume on your stupid video games, do not wake me up after midnight with questions that can wait until morning and do not turn on the stereo when I am trying to sleep in the next room. I am not being unreasonable to expect that you do these things. There is no reason for you to do this at 1 or 2 in the morning when our son and I are trying to sleep.
Your zombie wife
To my role-playing Geek Man, dear Husband, I adore you. Please keep
meeting your friends from time to time to role play, and let us please
keep inviting them to our home from time to time to also role play.
I kind of like it when you play a Druid or a Bard. And hey, sometimes
I want to be a Druid, too.
Love, your druidy wife
To My Husband,
By the end of this day, a young woman we both know and love as a daughter will be engaged to a sweet young man who adores, cherishes and loves her will likely have proposed with great romantic flourish. My guess is, he'll hire a banner-tow plane to fly a banner proposal over her home as he kneels down before her to ask for her hand in marriage. And if I know this lovely young woman as I believe I do, she will happily cry her "yes", knowing in her heart that he will never bruise or betray her or her love.
I wish I was her. Or rather, that you could have loved me as he loves her. I wish you had loved and respected me enough to have proposed with tenderness, care and love, instead of treating it like the course of last resort. We both know why we're married, and it had far less to do with love and romance (on your part) than convenience and comfort. I provided you then, as I do still, with a cush gig. Even though I worked long hours in an office I commuted an hour each way to, I took (and still take) excellent care of you. I'm laundress, cook, housekeeper, gardener, chauffeur, day care provider for your littlest child, travel-nanny for your teenager, baby sitter for your grandchildren. I even cook and care for your lovely and charming elderly mother (whom I adore). And I do it all willingly and with love. And still you treat me as a piece of property; casually and without regard for the fact that you're using me up.
Today as I think of our young friend becoming engaged, I'm once again flooded with sadness, that in response to your "okay, we'll get married",
I didn't tell you to F**K off, and walk away. But I was foolish and filled with hope, I would've done anything, agreed to anything, overlooked anything to become your wife. I loved you then. Now? Now I'm an empty imitation of the woman I once was. I no longer believe in love, or romance, or even hope. You've wrung it out of me and I've let you. I wish I could hate you and walk away. But I've let you take all my options away. I have no where to go and no money to take care of myself. Loving you has cost me "me" ... and I don't think I'll ever get me back. I'm not even sure it's worth the trouble.
Here's my confession. I love you more than I ever thought I could possibly love another person. I cannot wait to have the child that we talk about all the time, and your desire to have a little girl makes me melt (you being the big,bad captain of the football team of your day). I'm terrified (for no particular reason) that I won't be able to get pregnant, but I know that we will be fine either way. You are the perfect partner, meeting me halfway any time that I need you to, most of the time coming more than halfway without me even having to ask. I hope this never changes.
I rang you tonight. The first time I have spoken to you since last August! Do you know I did not even recognise your voice at first? I was the bigger person and I think you were gutted. In these days of text and email people do not really need to talk, but I knew that my voice would hurt you and I am glad. You broke my heart but I am stronger than you think and will get past this. I have 2 fantastic kids and they will always be there for me.
We split after 27 years and I am 48. I cannot believe this has happened to me, and both my parents, if still living, would be devastated. You have let everyone down but then I would rather this happened to me now than 58! Every cloud has a silver lining if you just look for it. I have been with you forever and now I will learn how to be independent. It is just another chapter.
It is still not the future I thought we would have. I thought there would be weddings and grandbabies and us being so happy. There is none of that. Our kids will not feel relaxed at their own weddings because they are frightened that their Mom and Dad might fight.
You were the cause of this.
don't know how I ended up in a relationship with you. You like to think you are sexy and that you are a gift to all women when in fact you are the least attractive person Ive ever been with. Aside from your mediocre looks you have by far the worst personality. Even after your cosmetic surgery you still only look average at best. I enjoyed how you said that you "go easy" on girl about their looks. Seriously, brush your teeth and buy a new shirt. I'm sick of seeing the same outfit everyday.
You enjoy picking apart a conversation and flipping situations only to benefit you in the end. While you brag about how good you are in bed I disagree. You have a lot to learn in that area.
When we first started dating you left your email account logged in on your computer so I decided to take a peek. I wasn't surprised to find numerous emails from ex girlfriends with attached nude pictures. Many emails from craigslist personals and one email from a dominatrix.
When we go out you make a point to acknowledge every girl and comment about how she looks. In fact on our first date you had to roll your tongue back in your mouth because you were staring at the waitress so hard. You are a dog and you will never find true love!
You are an angry asshole who needs to seek major help! No wonder girls cant stand to be with you longer then a few months at a time. You are going to end up just like your dad. Get over yourself!
I think the reason I can't seem to lose weight (or keep it off when I do happen to lose it) is that I'm afraid I will have an affair.
Not because you're not great. You are, but you can go for a week, maybe even weeks without sex and I feel like one of my girlfriend's husbands who have to beg for sex.
I'm afraid if I felt even just a little more attractive I'd be able to muster up the courage to answer a Craigslist ad. The irony? I think this extra weight on me turns you off and contributes to your lack of interest in sex. I wonder if I lost some weight if maybe you'd want more sex.
But then, even if you did want more sex. I'm honestly not sure anyone could keep up with my appetite and it really freaks me out.
I have had 3 moments when I have asked myself "Why in the hell did I marry him?" We have only been married 6 months. I can't look at him and know we will be together in 20 years. I am so scared I made a mistake.
My sweet - after a full year of looking, we found my "g" spot. The orgasm I had was mind blowing - amazing. Thank you for being the type of man who is willing to explore with me - and not get defensive or uptight if one thing doesn't work. I love you more for your adventurous attitude and the space we have built between us that allows for our love and play. And thanks for finally letting go of some of your inhibitions - the sex we have just gets better and better.
do you really want to be married to me with this attitude? Since you
finished school and started you first job (at the age of 30-something)
you have turned into a giant dick. I miss my husband.