Dear (soon to be) Husband,
I'm lying here, recovering from the migraine that struck last night, marveling at how absolutely amazing you are. I woke you up early on your day off to grab something for me, and you didn't complain. I asked you to run and get food, snacks, and medicine, and you didn't complain. You came home, asked if it were okay to run around this afternoon with your brother-in-law, kissed me, and have texted me all day to check in and let me know you love me.
I can be an angry bitch sometimes, and I SUCK at housekeeping, but you put up with me, day in and day out, with a smile. There are times I wish you would be more affectionate outside the bedroom, but you let me know in so many other ways how much you love and value me, that it becomes less of an issue every day.
I have a stronger sex drive than you. We both know it, and you only occasionally tease me about how many batteries I go through. Here's my confession: I tried to fantasize about someone else, once, while playing with myself after work. I felt like I was cheating, and couldn't get off until I switched my fantasy back to you. Yes, sometimes I include other people, or things you wouldn't or don't like to do, but your face is always at the forefront of my dirtiest desires. And you often play those out for me in bed. I still want and need you, and can't imagine ever sleeping in this bed without you (except on nights when you toss and turn and snore, and go sleep on the sofa with out me asking, just to make sure I sleep).
You are the most incredible, loving, caring man.
Thank you :)
I've been on the road five days now with our three kids in a minivan, taking them to visit extended family. I miss having someone to hand the kids off to at regular intervals, but other than that I am much happier without you.
I'm a 44 yr. white woman and I have hair on my nipples. Now this may not be shocking but what is,is that normally in the past I'd get one every now and then and I'd just pluck them but now I swear I have to check and pluck every day! WTF? Is this normal because I'm getting older? I'm a blonde with very sparse fine white hair on my arms, white eyebrows, very little leg hair and yet I am plagued by course, dark hairs on my nipples and belly. This is driving me mad and I don't want to talk to my GF's about it because I'm afraid it's just me! Is this a white woman thing or do all women of all races deal with this? What, if anything, can be done about it?
I need passion. I need to feel like someone wants me so much that they just might die. I need someone to tell me that I mean everything in the world to them and that in their eyes I am the most beautiful amazing women to ever walk the earth.
I love you with all my heart, but you NEVER compliment me unless I directly ask you to, or unless we are having sex. You are wonderful, and you treat me well, but I need some kind of romance. It would be nice to once in a while feel pretty, or smart, or talented.
The books I read, the shows and movies I watch, the music I listen to, it's all filled with passion, romance, anger, sadness, anything that's completely strong because that is what I am missing. But I want it for real, not just in some fantasy world.
If you can't even find one specific thing to tell me you love about me then what does that say about me?
The simple truth is that I do love you, but your behavior hurts me and I don't know if it's worth it any more to hang in there and wait for this issue to pass. I don't know if I want to stay in hopes that we work things out. I don't know if I even want to try.
Your decision to give me the silent treatment may be giving you great satisfaction, but it is helping me realize that I can live quite happily without talking with you. If you never come back to my bed, I think that is all right. 1
Sometimes I want to call your ex-wife and ask her why she divorced you, just to see if you did the same stupid shit to her that you do to me.
I am trying very hard to forgive you, but you keep showing bits of the behaviors I don't want to be around anymore. I am not sure how to explain it to you because I know you are trying, but I am not sure how far I can go with all of this. Honey, this is bad, real bad because when I look at you all I see are the choices you made in the past and not the man I want to be with. Anyway, I love you but I am not sure if I want to be with you. Let's enjoy the holiday and try not to yell the whole time because we can't see eye to eye on the kids, the dog the bbq or anything at all right now.
Maybe your inability to get an erection does mean something is wrong between us.
Thank you for giving in to my desire to adopt this rabbit. I know that animals aren't your thing, and it horrifies you that this rabbit is living in our bedroom, with a giant bunny litterbox....but thank you.