If you want to complain about a nagging wife, too many demands on your time, and dull life in the suburbs -- you shouldn't have married a happy-go-lucky artist, had no major obligations, and moved into a barn surrounded by trees. It's as though you are following some script about what men should be enraged about. But it doesn't apply. How do you think I feel? Your friends envy you for having an easy-going, cheerful wife and they look baffled when you tell me to "stop nagging." Is handing you a cool poem and suggesting we go to your favorite ice cream place "nagging"? I feel like your friends see me more clearly than you do. Does it make you feel grown-up to have things to complain about, so you make them up? Soon enough there will be actual obligations, like children, so why can't we just enjoy this time?
sometimes i wish you'd put yourself in my pair of shoes while we have sex, and try to get off watching some emaciated fuckface ram his pecker into me. maybe you'd actually understand why i refuse to fuck anymore.
Not too long ago our marriage was on the rocks. I was ready to take our daughter and move to another state to get away from you. You were distant and detached. I was miserable and depressed. We were not the people we were when we met and got together.
I am so glad now that I stuck around and waited it out. You have made a complete turn around change and in turn I have too. You tell me that the baby has changed your life; that you see our family and you want nothing more than us. When I told you we were having baby number 2, your face lit up and I feel in love with you all over again. You’re affectionate and attentive. You are awesome with our daughter. You take time to do little things that make me feel special and appreciated. What I love the most is when this morning I was bitching at you about the computer, you very wittingly turned the situation around and made me laugh. Unlike the past, you did not decide to fight with me, you de-escalated the situation and my frustration melted away. I know I am hormonal on account of baking this baby, and you have really stepped up to the plate this time. So thank you. I appreciate you and the changes you have made. I love you. Para Siempre Mi Amor.
Till another time,
-Formerly- Hurting Heart
I have been reading about radical feminist lesbian separatists on my
computer. Not because I'm a lesbian, but because it is the best mental
escape from you. Then I get up and cook you dinner and laugh at your
jokes and watch the movie you choose and tell you in bed what you want
We haven't had sex for a year. First you were concerned about hurting the baby, but I've had the "all clear" from the dr. for some months now and you still won't touch me. I figured you were asexual but the other night I caught you looking at porn. Am I really that disgusting that you'd rather beat off to porn than have sex with your wife? I lost all the baby weight, so why don't you want to fuck?
in comparison to my 5'4, you are about 6'2 with.....well, all that workout time has turned you into some kind of BEAST! and when the TIME comes.....all that power sends me to goddamn heaven! you blow my mind!
You don't want to go to the events I am excited about. But you don't want me to "leave" you and go alone or with a friend. When I stay home you say you are "bored being at home" -- but you don't have any suggestions for activities or places you'd want to go. I booked us for that class because I thought you would like it. On the way there, you starting your negative talk, decided it would be lame, and said you'd skip it and just wait for me outside. That hurt. I was trying to do something inspiring and positive for us. Tonight when I tried to make up and asked if you wanted to watch the new Netflix you said "Not really." I asked why and you said "Because I don't know anything about it." Your tone was antagonistic. I went upstairs and cried. I'm at my wit's end. My heart is full of love and optimism, but nothing around me seems to support it. I feel like it's true what they say: the guy is up for everything when he's wooing you. Then once you're married, he changes. Now I understand why most community education classes are filled with lonely looking married women. And I can't even enjoy being out there on my own since I know you're at home pouting that I'm not spending time with you.
I am a complete and utter idiot for marrying my now ex-husband. We had a child, that he completely ignored and now I am faced with the hatred I feel because he says he wants to close that ugly chapter in his life and our child is nothing more than a child support debt to him. How dare he think of my boy that way. He doesn't deserve to breathe, or maybe I don't for having a child with such a loser.
Thank goodness for my current husband or I would be on a plane to California to hurt, maim or kill the ex. Grrrrrrrrr.
I hate your beard. It's such a turn-off that kissing you has become almost unbearable. When you're clean-shaven you're one of the hottest men I've ever known, but now I can barely muster up the desire to have sex with you. I ask you every day to please shave, but you laugh as though I'm just kidding. It makes you look dirty, unprofessional, and about 10 years older. Please give me my hot boyfriend back!
When you go to bed with a ‘headache’ right at the kids’ bathtime, I purposely leave the hall light on and get the kiddos extra ramped-up so they’ll be loud. You don’t have a headache, you just don’t like to bathe the children.