Confession #1011
Yes, I know I volunteer more than I should. I know I work more than I should. I know that I spend more time on schoolwork than I should. But when I say I'm feeling overwhelmed, what I want you to do is help me out more, not explain to me how to fix it. I don't want you to tell me that I need to stop taking on so many tasks. I KNOW that. I just want you to load the dishwasher, and I'm leading up to that. But before I say, "Could you please load the dishwasher?" you try to tell me how I need to slow down.
I just want you to load the dishwasher. Okay? Not tell me how to fix things.
Confession #1012
To my soon to be ex-husband:
Not only did I get sole custody of our two children, I got all the child support money I asked for, medical reimbursement, and NO visitation from their sorry excuse for a father in the Parenting Plan! You, who said "you'll never take my kids away from me"... I'm glad, now, that you left us with nothing, moved 1200 miles away (back to mommy), and have not contacted us.
When the IRS comes knocking on your dad's door for not paying taxes for the last 10 years or so.... think of me -- he shouldn't be paying your sorry a$$ under the table while your children get nothing!
I can't wait to be rid of you totally! 2007 is my year, baby!
Confession #1013
I hate that you don't brush your teeth or shower everyday
but I love that you always put the toilet seat down.
I hate that you use your eczema as an excuse not to wash up
but I love that you cook dinner 3 times a week.
I hate that I have to nag you to rake the yard
but I love that you always put the garbage out every week.
I hate that you spend hours on the computer
but I love that you always offer it up to me when I'm around.
I hate that you make me ring up to schedule your doctor and dentist
appointments
but I love that you will drive me anywhere I need to go.
I hate that your answer to my not wanting to try anal sex was "why? it's
just like having a poop"
but I love what you do to me with your fingers.
I hate that I have to nag at you to dress up for YOUR family get-togethers
but I love your new hair style.
I hate that you leave your coffee cups lying around
but I love that you don't mind when I'm having a lazy day and the housework
isn't done.
I love you
but I am in love with him
Confession #1014
I want all of you, your entire heart, body and soul. We're both so much closer than we have been in years, but there is still a little space between us, and I want to close that last little distance.
I don't want to leave again. I'm scared of the unknown, afraid of all the danger over there, scared of losing you again, scared of ..... just don't know how to say it all.
You are who I want and who I long for when I'm alone. It has to be hard for you to trust that this is all real, and to make yourself open and vulnerable to me, but I hope you will see that I'm trying to be the person I should have been long ago. You and 'that guy' are my family, and that's all I need in life.
Talk with me, help me understand you even more. Trust me. Love me. Be honest with me. Remember me when I'm gone, never forget me if...
Every now and then you relax or forget all the bad stuff and I get to see your heart shining through, and it is so very beautiful, it overwhelms me.
I'm glad I came home.
Confession #1015
When you "babysit" (as you like to call it) our son on the two days a week that I work, could you please, please, please just clean up his toys. When I get home the last thing in the world that I want to worry about is tripping over them. It takes 15 seconds. And another thing, please stop referring to spending time alone with your son as babysitting. How ridiculous would it sound if I went around seven days a week saying I was "babysitting" my own son? Oh, and just one more thing. Our son is teething right now. When you use a teether from the refrigerator, and he is finished with it, when you get a new one out, put the other one back in so that in the morning when I wake up with him and he is screaming because his gums hurt I have something cold to give him to chew on.
Confession #1016
To my ex (boyfriend):
To this day, I don't know what you were thinking. When you came up to
me as a leader at a CHURCH function and said "Hey, cutie, how are
you?" And I was 14. You were 23. I didn't even like you at first,
but with the lack of any fatherly influence in my life, I can now see
how my environment made you more attractive over time. It took a year
for you to kiss me (my first kiss). You called me and said that we
couldn't be together because of the age thing. I said fine. But you
kept coming after me and flirting: touching my waist, winking, giving
kisses on the cheek--all hidden, by necessity. Of course it was
flattering--You were handsome, a college graduate, could buy me things
that boys my age could not. But if I knew then what I know now, I
would have run despite my need for acceptance.
Eventually we hung out all the time, with the same group of friends.
But you thought of ways to be with me alone: driving me home, lying to
everyone else about where we were. And eventually I started doing it
too. I'm still angry at myself for lying for all those years to the
people I loved. I wasted my entire high school experience on you; I
didn't get to be an adolescent. You were wonderful to me sometimes,
but you became more and more pushy and forceful. You nagged and
nagged and begged and whined until I gave in to you one compromise at
a time. Sometimes, when we were messing around, I was still saying no
throughout it. I was trying to be the adult, and do the right thing.
I see now how wrong you were, but then I just felt dirty and guilty
and used. Even when you started being abusive (grabbing me,
occasionally throwing something at me if you were angry, and
commenting about how my size 6 jeans were looking tight and was I
gaining weight?) I thought I had to stay because no one would ever
want me after what you did and said.
I also had anger toward everyone else. Why did my mom and step dad
let you hang around, even staying the night (on the couch) sometimes?
Why did your roommate, a pastor, not ever ask why you had a 16 year old
girl in your room all the time? Why did no one confront me? I
realize now that I so desperately wanted to be caught, to have someone
care enough to stop me. People trusted me too much. In every other
area, I was the "perfect" child, student, friend.
I thank God every day that I finally came to my senses and left you,
and didn't come back when you begged for the next 6 months because
then I was finally 18 and we could be together and be legal. Too
late. I figured out that I deserved way better than you. I think you
figured that out too.
I have moved on and through the years learned to forgive both myself
and you for our wrong decisions. Somedays, though, it's like I'm
still that scared child; I have to shake it off. I hope you don't
treat your wife this way now (she's my age...9 years younger, and you
chose her because she was easy and you finally figured out I wasn't
taking you back). Most of all, I feel sorry that my
wonderful-and-exactly-the-opposite-of-you-husband has had to deal with
my emotional baggage, none of which is his fault.
Confession #1017
I know you were a little surprised that I didn’t want to take your name. I diplomatically explained that it had nothing to do with my level of commitment to you, or any negativity about your name—it was basically a business decision as I’m professionally well known under my own name and I didn’t want to confuse people. Your family was disappointed too but you stuck up for me even though you weren’t completely happy with my decision yourself. Your family has been very respectful of my wishes and I love them for it, and so much else. All in all it went fine, and the only person who can’t get it right is my own grandmother.
So why does it bug me when people make mistakes about it and call me be your last name? You’d think I would be able to gracefully shrug it off, considering I really am proud to be married to you and I love feeling like part of your family in addition to my own.
Some part of me is just still angry that I ever have to have the conversation. That everyone, in this day and age, seeing an independent and professional woman get married, was surprised that I would “refuse” the “honour” of taking your name. What?!?
Why on earth would I take your name? I have my own name. Sure, like a lot of people I got my original last name from my father and not from my mother—but I kept it that way because that’s how I feel about it—I’m a descendant of my father’s family in appearance, temperament, and love, while my mother’s family is weird and awful and if I had somehow been given their name I would have changed it.
Names are powerful. My name is the word that means me. And the bottom line is, the meaning of me has not been changed by marriage to you. Nor should it be.
Confession #1018
You had better appreciate this Brazilian wax and give me some amazing oral, cause this shit HURT.
Confession #1019
I hate that you seem to be incapable of changing
the toilet paper roll. It really isn't that
hard, and you should try it sometime. When I
asked you if you needed me to show you how, I
really wasn't kidding. Change the roll! I
love you, but I absolutely despise sharing a
bathroom with you.
Confession #1020
After I had our baby you pushed for sex as soon as the
OB gave the OK, then you made me feel like shit when
it hurt and I told you my body wasn't ready. You told
me something was wrong and I should go back to the
doctor. Anytime I offered an alternative to sex, you
blew it off, stating it wasn't The Real Thing. You
know what, it was the last thing I wanted to do, but I
was trying to make you happy and trying to keep the
peace. Way to go champ, you made me feel like a piece
of crap during one of the worst parts of my life. As
if adjusting to being a new mom and trying to balance
baby, marriage, and work wasn't enough stress.
Months later you complained that our intimate life
wasn't what it used to be. Never mind that I was
exhausted from being a mom and working full time. You
mentioned how one of your good friends likes it
several times a week. What was I supposed to say? It
hasn't kept her husband from cheating and threatening
her with divorce. Was I supposed to give my blessing
for you to hook up with her since I wasn't cutting it?
When I responded that I still wasn't over the way you
treated me months before, you told me I needed
counseling. Way to kick a girl when she's down. Make
her feel even worse about herself. I told you I
wasn't comfortable with the idea and I didn't know how
we'd find the time and money. That was true. But
there was one more part. I'm afraid if I tell a
counsellor how much anger and resentment toward you I
have buried away, she'll tell me what I've been
wondering all this time: that maybe I'd be happier
without you. I don't want to go there. I don't think
you do either.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
True Wife Confessions 101 Dalmations
Confession #1001
It makes me crazy that you don't put on your seatbelt until the
car is in motion. I have mentioned this to you many times, although
I don't want to fight about it. (We have fought about it in the
past, when I was waiting for you to put your seatbelt on so I could
drive, and you were waiting for the car to move to put your seatbelt
on.) You seem to make it into a "No one can tell me what to do!"
situation, and then it turns into a fight. Is is so difficult to put
the seatbelt on before putting the car in gear? When I've discussed
this with you before, you say it's a non-issue to you, so you'll put
the seatbelt on before the car is moving. And then you don't!
Now that we have a toddler who watches everything we do and
imitates it, it is more important than ever to set a good example.
And I am still mad at you for taking him out of his carseat while we
were on the highway. It was over a year ago and it is still a big deal.
Confession #1002
I am so tired of you claiming that you are the only one that cleans in this house. You don't. I have proof of this. While I was away with our toddler while he was in the hospital and my sister was there to watch the baby you did jack shit in the house. You didn't even have to go to work the entire time as your boss was nice enough to let you have time off. So while you were freed from the responsibility of caring for the baby and not visiting us at the hospital all the time what did you do? I can't say for sure but I bet your ass was at the computer desk playing some computer game. I had to wade through piles of junk in the upstairs hall way when I got home. The kitchen stank because you had not done the dishes in forever. All the kid's toys were scattered around the living room.
I married you knowing that you were a slob. I just had no idea that you could become a housework martyr with out actually doing any housecleaning. Shut up and quit demeaning the work that I do for this family.
Confession #1003
Sometimes, even though I don't really believe in fate or soulmates, I think you and I were meant to be together.
How else would can it be explained that the two people on the planet with the most messed-up mothers ended up together?
I ask you.
Confession #1004
I can't believe you broke into and read my journal, used my private thoughts against me (when I never even DID anything), gave me hell and then turned around and tried to act like everything was OK because you knew what you did was wrong. As I've said a thousand times, everything is NOT OK. We are divorcing and there's nothing you can do to stop it. As I said the second you told me you'd read my journal -- I fucking hate you and never want to speak to you again. I'm already divorced in my heart. You did this. Hopefully you also read back far enough to where I used to love you more than anything before you fucked it all up. Loser.
Confession #1005
Why do you insist on leaving cups all over the damn house? Do you think the
cup fairy comes and picks them up? Because she doesn't. Instead, the damn
cat knocks over whatever you had left in the cup. And, dude. Cookies and
milk? What are you, 80?
Confession #1006
Take off your socks when we have sex. It's just weird to leave them on. Do
you have somewhere to go that you need them on? Because white tube socks
aren't exactly making me cream my jeans. Get naked already. All the way
naked.
Confession #1007
No, you didn't cheat. But what you did do involved the same sort of trust
issues as cheating. Do I worry about you cheating now? No. Do I think you
have it in you? Yup.
Confession #1008
If I sneak a piece of cheesecake, then don't give me that look. I'm the one
who had to deal with fertility treatments, pregnancy, labor, recovery, and
now a no-dairy diet while I nurse our baby and if I want to sneak a piece of
cheesecake once in three months, then look the other way. I know the baby
is going to spit up a little, but he's not going to die. He's not allergic
to milk, he just has a sensitive tummy. So stick your eyeballs back into
your head - and be grateful that you didn't have to give up comfortable
sleeping positions, bodily functions, drinking, smoking, or orgasms (because
you got ALL of those during and after the pregnancy).
Confession #1009
Yes, we get into bed every night. Yes, I do make the bed every morning.
Yes, you complain every morning that we are just going to get into bed again
that night. After almost a decade together, dearest, you must have figured
out that you have to do things just to make your wife happy. Having a made
bed is one of those things. It's not like I make you make up the bed after
all. So shut the hell up.
Confession #1010
Leaving the laundry in the dryer for days and then piling it on the dresser
does not constitute "doing the laundry." You do the laundry by putting it
in the washer; then, 30 minutes later, you put it in the dryer. After an
hour, you take it out, fold it, and put it away. In a drawer. Or two.
Thank god you are only responsible for your own laundry.
It makes me crazy that you don't put on your seatbelt until the
car is in motion. I have mentioned this to you many times, although
I don't want to fight about it. (We have fought about it in the
past, when I was waiting for you to put your seatbelt on so I could
drive, and you were waiting for the car to move to put your seatbelt
on.) You seem to make it into a "No one can tell me what to do!"
situation, and then it turns into a fight. Is is so difficult to put
the seatbelt on before putting the car in gear? When I've discussed
this with you before, you say it's a non-issue to you, so you'll put
the seatbelt on before the car is moving. And then you don't!
Now that we have a toddler who watches everything we do and
imitates it, it is more important than ever to set a good example.
And I am still mad at you for taking him out of his carseat while we
were on the highway. It was over a year ago and it is still a big deal.
Confession #1002
I am so tired of you claiming that you are the only one that cleans in this house. You don't. I have proof of this. While I was away with our toddler while he was in the hospital and my sister was there to watch the baby you did jack shit in the house. You didn't even have to go to work the entire time as your boss was nice enough to let you have time off. So while you were freed from the responsibility of caring for the baby and not visiting us at the hospital all the time what did you do? I can't say for sure but I bet your ass was at the computer desk playing some computer game. I had to wade through piles of junk in the upstairs hall way when I got home. The kitchen stank because you had not done the dishes in forever. All the kid's toys were scattered around the living room.
I married you knowing that you were a slob. I just had no idea that you could become a housework martyr with out actually doing any housecleaning. Shut up and quit demeaning the work that I do for this family.
Confession #1003
Sometimes, even though I don't really believe in fate or soulmates, I think you and I were meant to be together.
How else would can it be explained that the two people on the planet with the most messed-up mothers ended up together?
I ask you.
Confession #1004
I can't believe you broke into and read my journal, used my private thoughts against me (when I never even DID anything), gave me hell and then turned around and tried to act like everything was OK because you knew what you did was wrong. As I've said a thousand times, everything is NOT OK. We are divorcing and there's nothing you can do to stop it. As I said the second you told me you'd read my journal -- I fucking hate you and never want to speak to you again. I'm already divorced in my heart. You did this. Hopefully you also read back far enough to where I used to love you more than anything before you fucked it all up. Loser.
Confession #1005
Why do you insist on leaving cups all over the damn house? Do you think the
cup fairy comes and picks them up? Because she doesn't. Instead, the damn
cat knocks over whatever you had left in the cup. And, dude. Cookies and
milk? What are you, 80?
Confession #1006
Take off your socks when we have sex. It's just weird to leave them on. Do
you have somewhere to go that you need them on? Because white tube socks
aren't exactly making me cream my jeans. Get naked already. All the way
naked.
Confession #1007
No, you didn't cheat. But what you did do involved the same sort of trust
issues as cheating. Do I worry about you cheating now? No. Do I think you
have it in you? Yup.
Confession #1008
If I sneak a piece of cheesecake, then don't give me that look. I'm the one
who had to deal with fertility treatments, pregnancy, labor, recovery, and
now a no-dairy diet while I nurse our baby and if I want to sneak a piece of
cheesecake once in three months, then look the other way. I know the baby
is going to spit up a little, but he's not going to die. He's not allergic
to milk, he just has a sensitive tummy. So stick your eyeballs back into
your head - and be grateful that you didn't have to give up comfortable
sleeping positions, bodily functions, drinking, smoking, or orgasms (because
you got ALL of those during and after the pregnancy).
Confession #1009
Yes, we get into bed every night. Yes, I do make the bed every morning.
Yes, you complain every morning that we are just going to get into bed again
that night. After almost a decade together, dearest, you must have figured
out that you have to do things just to make your wife happy. Having a made
bed is one of those things. It's not like I make you make up the bed after
all. So shut the hell up.
Confession #1010
Leaving the laundry in the dryer for days and then piling it on the dresser
does not constitute "doing the laundry." You do the laundry by putting it
in the washer; then, 30 minutes later, you put it in the dryer. After an
hour, you take it out, fold it, and put it away. In a drawer. Or two.
Thank god you are only responsible for your own laundry.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
True Wife Confession 100 tiles in Scrabble
Confession #991
11 years. You and I have been together 11 years. You are my first and only. Why do you treat me so badly? Why do you treat our kids so badly? I realize now that you always have, I was just more willing to overlook it when it was just me. Seriously, to wake me up this morning to yell at me about a coffee filter that was left in a damn coffee pot. Then, to go on about how messy the house is and start swearing at me. It is 5 am. I was up until after midnight with our daughter. I should be able to sleep for 2 more hours, have you no courtesy.
You need to treat me better. You need to have respect for our kids, or they will never respect you. I am ready to leave. I don't want to leave. I would like for us to work. I would like to still love you. After you waking me up to yell at me this morning (again) I think I hate you. You left, and I cried myself back to sleep.
I work too. And I take care of the kids. All I want is some help, and more than 3-5 hours of sleep a night. And don't yell at our son if he doesn't want to watch racing again. He misses you. He sees you only on weekends due to your work schedule. Play with the kid. He loves you so much and you treat him like an inconvenience. All you do is make him watch races and play video games. Actually that is how you interact with our daughter too. Please talk to them. While we are at it, use our names. I am not hey you, he is not buddy and she is not monster. I will ignore you if you don't use my name. I use yours. I hate you calling me dear. because even though you are using an endearment, you usually use it when you are going to complain/yell about something, or make me cry. I have a name. I used to have confidence. I am a completely different person when you are not home. I am a happy person when you are not home.
Please help me to love you again. I don' t want to know that almost half my life will have been a waste.
Confession #992
I'm really scared. I love you a lot. We've been together for a very, very long time. We have a "perfect marriage"-- whatever that means. Why now do you want to bring bestiality into it? Isn't it sexy enough to do it with me? I'm hot!! I'm really, really hot and beautiful and sexy. (Don't worry TWC, I don't brag usually, I'm just stating my argument here). I admit the fantasy of dirty sex is great, but I think fucking a dog is over the line. I just can't bring myself to tell you because I'm afraid you will cheat on me if I don't do it with you. And if I do it with you, I will never forgive myself. Yuck.
Confession #993
One wife to another (kind of):
This latest bullshit is a stupid attention-getting ploy, plus a last-ditch
attempt to romanticize your mediocre life, your mediocre personality, and
your mediocre "marriage." If you're not married after that many years
together, you're not sharing finances , and he's making you pay for all of
your own groceries, you're ROOMMATES.
Stop trying to find someone else to validate your shallow existence, and
start making yourself someone worth being around. Especially, stop trying to
get my husband to come over to your house after work and talk about our
problems. The sympathetic shoulder act is not going to make him fall into
bed with you. He's onto you, and we both think it's sad at best, creepy and
disturbing at worst.
Confession #994
I know you think that no other man out would find me attractive and for a while I believed it too. But guess what, there are other guys out there who want to touch me, even if you don`t. There are other guys out there who want to kiss me with passion, unlike you who barely pecks me on the cheek these days. And yes, on Saturday night I was wearing more make-up than usual because I was going off to meet one of said guys, not some female friends and yes, I did kiss him and no, I don`t have any regrets. If you had shown me one ounce of affection in the past year I might not have been driven to do something that is so totally against my moral code. I hate you for making me into the shell of my real self that I have become. One day I will get out of here and you will realise what you have been taking for granted since we got married. Then again, as you will still have your favourite person around (yourself) you might not even notice.
Confession #995
I'm mad at you for making me go back to work. I don't want to. I'm not ready. I need to be home to cook and clean. I like that. I don't love it. But I like it. I wanted to stay home until our youngest was 2. Well, he is only 11 months. We survive (barely) on your income. Which I don't get...you make a lot of money. I know where all the money goes, and it still seems there is never enough. And the fact I will only be bringing home like $100 a week is pathetic. We will just spend it on going out to eat and on coffee.
You are an amazing husband and father, but sometimes your priorities are a little out of whack.
Confession #996
To my ex-husband:
For 13 years I took care of you, did all the housework, was the breadwinner, and let you do anything you wanted, because that was the way you wanted it. You never once said thank you for everything I did for you. You never once turned on the vacuum cleaner.
Two years ago, you left me for a 22 year old. I was shattered.
Now, two years later, my life is completely turned around, It's all about ME. I have a wonderful man in my life, I have orgasms with this man, I have a great job I love, I'm going to start saving for a house of my own, I've travelled to places I never thought I would see. I finally LOVE MY LIFE! And none of it would have happened if you hadn't been so selfish.
It's too bad the 22 year old turned out to be a psycho who's cut your nuts off, and whom your family can't stand. I don't even hate you two anymore, you're too funny, like a Jackie Collins book.
I don't think things have turned out quite the way you thought they would two years ago, have they? Karma's a bitch.
And stop trying to get back together with me. It's pathetic
Confession #997
Have I told you I hated you?
Confession #998
You ask me about my fantasies, you want me to tell you my deepest desires, but I can't- because they're all about someone else. I love you more than you can know, but this guy- I can't let him go. You think you were my first love, but I think he was... we just never had a chance. I'm happy that I ended up with you, and don't regret our life, but I wonder what it would be like if I'd fought for him, if he'd fought for me.
I'm ashamed that I think these things, but I can't stop. He's in my head daily. And even though I know I would not cheat on you or do anything inappropriate, I have looked him up. I can't and won't pursue him, but I know where he is.
I wish I knew how to let him go.
Confession #999
Checking my email is not ok so why do you do it?
We are not together anymore.
I’m not doing anything wrong or inappropriate.
And even if I was it’s none of your damn business.
I BROKE UP WITH YOU!
Confession #1000
A confession to a wife: You are blowing it. Your husband is out and he is trolling, he is hitting on women, and I am taking him up on it. And don't bother all of you "anonymous" commenters, I know it is wrong, and I don't want to listen to or read your shit, this is my confession. I am sleeping with your husband, and we are both enjoying it. There is no emotional attachment between us, this is pure raw sex. And he doesn't seem the type, shy, quiet, busy with so many things, how does he have time you wonder? For me he makes time. And the shit of it all is, he would rather be with you.
11 years. You and I have been together 11 years. You are my first and only. Why do you treat me so badly? Why do you treat our kids so badly? I realize now that you always have, I was just more willing to overlook it when it was just me. Seriously, to wake me up this morning to yell at me about a coffee filter that was left in a damn coffee pot. Then, to go on about how messy the house is and start swearing at me. It is 5 am. I was up until after midnight with our daughter. I should be able to sleep for 2 more hours, have you no courtesy.
You need to treat me better. You need to have respect for our kids, or they will never respect you. I am ready to leave. I don't want to leave. I would like for us to work. I would like to still love you. After you waking me up to yell at me this morning (again) I think I hate you. You left, and I cried myself back to sleep.
I work too. And I take care of the kids. All I want is some help, and more than 3-5 hours of sleep a night. And don't yell at our son if he doesn't want to watch racing again. He misses you. He sees you only on weekends due to your work schedule. Play with the kid. He loves you so much and you treat him like an inconvenience. All you do is make him watch races and play video games. Actually that is how you interact with our daughter too. Please talk to them. While we are at it, use our names. I am not hey you, he is not buddy and she is not monster. I will ignore you if you don't use my name. I use yours. I hate you calling me dear. because even though you are using an endearment, you usually use it when you are going to complain/yell about something, or make me cry. I have a name. I used to have confidence. I am a completely different person when you are not home. I am a happy person when you are not home.
Please help me to love you again. I don' t want to know that almost half my life will have been a waste.
Confession #992
I'm really scared. I love you a lot. We've been together for a very, very long time. We have a "perfect marriage"-- whatever that means. Why now do you want to bring bestiality into it? Isn't it sexy enough to do it with me? I'm hot!! I'm really, really hot and beautiful and sexy. (Don't worry TWC, I don't brag usually, I'm just stating my argument here). I admit the fantasy of dirty sex is great, but I think fucking a dog is over the line. I just can't bring myself to tell you because I'm afraid you will cheat on me if I don't do it with you. And if I do it with you, I will never forgive myself. Yuck.
Confession #993
One wife to another (kind of):
This latest bullshit is a stupid attention-getting ploy, plus a last-ditch
attempt to romanticize your mediocre life, your mediocre personality, and
your mediocre "marriage." If you're not married after that many years
together, you're not sharing finances , and he's making you pay for all of
your own groceries, you're ROOMMATES.
Stop trying to find someone else to validate your shallow existence, and
start making yourself someone worth being around. Especially, stop trying to
get my husband to come over to your house after work and talk about our
problems. The sympathetic shoulder act is not going to make him fall into
bed with you. He's onto you, and we both think it's sad at best, creepy and
disturbing at worst.
Confession #994
I know you think that no other man out would find me attractive and for a while I believed it too. But guess what, there are other guys out there who want to touch me, even if you don`t. There are other guys out there who want to kiss me with passion, unlike you who barely pecks me on the cheek these days. And yes, on Saturday night I was wearing more make-up than usual because I was going off to meet one of said guys, not some female friends and yes, I did kiss him and no, I don`t have any regrets. If you had shown me one ounce of affection in the past year I might not have been driven to do something that is so totally against my moral code. I hate you for making me into the shell of my real self that I have become. One day I will get out of here and you will realise what you have been taking for granted since we got married. Then again, as you will still have your favourite person around (yourself) you might not even notice.
Confession #995
I'm mad at you for making me go back to work. I don't want to. I'm not ready. I need to be home to cook and clean. I like that. I don't love it. But I like it. I wanted to stay home until our youngest was 2. Well, he is only 11 months. We survive (barely) on your income. Which I don't get...you make a lot of money. I know where all the money goes, and it still seems there is never enough. And the fact I will only be bringing home like $100 a week is pathetic. We will just spend it on going out to eat and on coffee.
You are an amazing husband and father, but sometimes your priorities are a little out of whack.
Confession #996
To my ex-husband:
For 13 years I took care of you, did all the housework, was the breadwinner, and let you do anything you wanted, because that was the way you wanted it. You never once said thank you for everything I did for you. You never once turned on the vacuum cleaner.
Two years ago, you left me for a 22 year old. I was shattered.
Now, two years later, my life is completely turned around, It's all about ME. I have a wonderful man in my life, I have orgasms with this man, I have a great job I love, I'm going to start saving for a house of my own, I've travelled to places I never thought I would see. I finally LOVE MY LIFE! And none of it would have happened if you hadn't been so selfish.
It's too bad the 22 year old turned out to be a psycho who's cut your nuts off, and whom your family can't stand. I don't even hate you two anymore, you're too funny, like a Jackie Collins book.
I don't think things have turned out quite the way you thought they would two years ago, have they? Karma's a bitch.
And stop trying to get back together with me. It's pathetic
Confession #997
Have I told you I hated you?
Confession #998
You ask me about my fantasies, you want me to tell you my deepest desires, but I can't- because they're all about someone else. I love you more than you can know, but this guy- I can't let him go. You think you were my first love, but I think he was... we just never had a chance. I'm happy that I ended up with you, and don't regret our life, but I wonder what it would be like if I'd fought for him, if he'd fought for me.
I'm ashamed that I think these things, but I can't stop. He's in my head daily. And even though I know I would not cheat on you or do anything inappropriate, I have looked him up. I can't and won't pursue him, but I know where he is.
I wish I knew how to let him go.
Confession #999
Checking my email is not ok so why do you do it?
We are not together anymore.
I’m not doing anything wrong or inappropriate.
And even if I was it’s none of your damn business.
I BROKE UP WITH YOU!
Confession #1000
A confession to a wife: You are blowing it. Your husband is out and he is trolling, he is hitting on women, and I am taking him up on it. And don't bother all of you "anonymous" commenters, I know it is wrong, and I don't want to listen to or read your shit, this is my confession. I am sleeping with your husband, and we are both enjoying it. There is no emotional attachment between us, this is pure raw sex. And he doesn't seem the type, shy, quiet, busy with so many things, how does he have time you wonder? For me he makes time. And the shit of it all is, he would rather be with you.
Friday, October 20, 2006
True Wife Confession 99 Luftballoons
Confession #981
If I have to go through another year of doing our taxes together, I just might divorce you. Get your shit in gear. You want the good things that come with being self-employed? Then you have to take the bad, which includes invoicing customers and keeping track of expenses and following the IRS regs. No, you cannot have another extension. Your excuses didn't work with your 3rd grade teacher; they won't work with the IRS.
Grow up and stop procrastinating. I know you don't work as much as you say; any dumbass knows how to look at the computer history. No way you are surfing 100 websites a day but too busy to pay a couple of bills now and then.
Oh, and I don't take you seriously when you have an angry outburst, when you do it for EVERYTHING. When you throw a fit because I forgot to put away a couple groceries and they sat on the counter for awhile, don't expect me to take any of your other fits seriously. And seriously, see a therapist. Because the last one didn't work and it's been awhile. And you're embarrassing me.
Confession #982
I spit in your beer when you are drinking and mean.
Confession #983
Sometimes I go out and you have no idea where I am. usually it is someplace innocent, and I am behaving myself, but not always.
Confession #984
why is it that you feel you have to blame me for things YOU should have taken care of YOURSELF???
YOU should be the one calling the lawyer.
YOU should be the one making sure everything is taken care of.
YOU should be the one worrying about whether or not he's doing his job.
So don't call me telling me it's MY fault that the stupid lawyer didn't send in that money BECAUSE IT"S YOUR FUCKING CASE. I called him when you asked, and he told me it was taken care of. Was I supposed to call him a liar? Was I supposed to give him a lie-detector test? He's a fucking lawyer, he told me it was taken care of and I believed him.
GROW SOME FUCKING BALLS and start handling your own shit, I'm not your mother.
Confession #985
I love you more than anything, but you are a friggin liar.
I know that you have been looking at porn every day. We talked about it a
couple months ago and I told you I had snooped and you said you did it
because you were "bored". It stopped for a while, but now you are back at
it full force. You are going to lose me if you don't get this in check. I
told you how it makes me feel. I feel less of a woman, like there's
something wrong with me. Our sex life is great so I don't know why you feel
the need to look at it all the time.
It would be one thing if the girls on the site were actually pretty but they
are DISGUSTING. How can you look at it for hours at a time. I know you
wait until I go to bed to look at it, so you are sneaking around. Then you
don't come to bed until 1:00 a.m. and wake me up and start snoring and I
can't get any sleep.
I asked you about it again yesterday and you LIED and said you were not
looking at it again. I said, "Please just tell me the truth" and you still
lied. Well, I got on the computer last night and saw that you logged in
yesterday when you should've been at work. I can't believe you flat out
lied to my face. Oh, and I know you have been a member of this site for a
year and a half and I know you have to pay for it, but oh yeah - you lied to
me about that one too. Do you think I'm stupid!? I know more about
computers than you do.
Our marriage is a facade if you can bald-faced lie to me like that. Nothing
I know is true. I can't believe how easy it is for you to lie to me. What
else are you lying about?
All of this is giving me anxiety and insomnia. You ask why I have the
insomnia and I lie and say I don't know because I can't tell you that I have
been snooping on you again because I promised I would never do it to you
again.
I have no idea who you are.
Confession #986
I am angry. I rarely get angry with you. I normally blow almost everything off. I feel bad since I imagine that your parents treated you pretty poorly growing up. Even now, I don't care for the way your Mom and Dad treat you. Your Dad seems to use you – he only contacts us when he needs to drag us out for a dog and pony show. Your Mom is so incredibly critical of you that it makes me angry. But, I am not being treated so meanly. I am criticized from the moment I walk in the door until I go to bed in the evenings. I'm tired of it. I'm well aware that I have quite a few faults. Believe it or not, I pretty much know what they are. You don't have to remind me every day. However, you do as well.
COnfession #987
Babe, I love you. You are the world to me.
I know you work hard. I respect the fact that you work hard. I work hard too (harder than you because not only do I work full-time, I go to school full-time, and I do the vast majority of the child-rearing). I know you respect the fact that I work hard.
However, when you leave me notes saying "We need XYZ" from the store? I want to hit you upside the head with a frying pan.
Your legs are broken now? You are physically unable to DRIVE to the market and purchase these items? Do you have any idea what my life is like between 4pm-Midnight? Seriously?
I love you. I love you so much. But buy the toilet paper your damn self.
Confession #988
I know that you actually like the cat, even when you pretend you don't.
Confession #989
I offer to mow the lawn so that I can get a bit more exercise. You run out while I am mowing to tell me that I am not getting the stripes in the grass the way you want them. YOUR WIFE IS MOWING THE LAWN! I take care of the kids without your help. I clean house, work full-time, keep the pantry stocked, etc… Don't criticize me when I am mowing the lawn. Jerk.
Confession #990
I just want to let you know how often you make me feel like my wants and needs are second. Okay, third, because our child's needs come before mine. But yours seem to come before his, even. You have no qualms about telling people you'll sub in for their sports teams at the last minute, not thinking for a second about if I had something I needed to get done that night, or if that's the only evening you would have had at home with our son for that whole week. You don't hesitate to tell people we'll be somewhere without seeing if I already had something planned. You often will just leave the house on a whim, hollering to me as you're headed to the door that you'll be back in a little bit, you're going to do some favor for someone else or you're running to work real quick to pick something up. Such things usually take hours. I don't expect you to completely wrap your schedule around me, but I'm tired of wrapping my schedule around you. I've been trying to get a library card for months. The library closes before I get home from work, leaving me with Saturday morning as my only option. There has not been one Saturday available for me just to make that quick errand, because you have us planned to the hilt. There's no question you're a fantastic friend, son, brother, cousin. You're even a fantastic husband. You're very generous with giving your time to people. But you're also generous with giving MY time to people, without my say so. I'm getting sick of it. Neither of us have much spare time, since both of us have full time jobs. But when it takes me two weeks of coordination just to get my nails done, or three weeks of planning just to meet a friend for lunch on a weekend, I can't help but resent you and your freedom to just run off to do something (child-free mostly) on a whim. I suppose I let you get away with it, but when I bring it up it brings on a colossal fight.
This same thing applies to how you spend money. It's no problem for you to spend $150 on a weekend with the guys, but you look at me funny if I order $30 worth of books off the Internet. We're tight right now, tighter than we've ever been. I worry about buying groceries every week. Your couple of bucks for beers at your band practice and your twenty bucks for your bowling league and your thirty bucks for weekend money is really hurting us. When I point this out, you fly off the handle and start talking about canceling our phone, and our cable and our everything else. If you would just be a little more reasonable with what's important to spend money on, it would still be tight, but not quite as tight as we are now, and all those cancellations wouldn't be necessary. I love you and will never leave, but you have to know you really take for granted that you can go do whatever you want and I'll always be at your beck and call to either go with you or to be available to keep our son so you can go without him. You really need to be a little more considerate. Family is important, sure, but taking care of the family under your roof is more important than taking care of the family across town who are constantly wanting your time for their errands, house projects, yard sales, and gatherings. I'm sure your sister and parents can get by without you more than you think they can.
If I have to go through another year of doing our taxes together, I just might divorce you. Get your shit in gear. You want the good things that come with being self-employed? Then you have to take the bad, which includes invoicing customers and keeping track of expenses and following the IRS regs. No, you cannot have another extension. Your excuses didn't work with your 3rd grade teacher; they won't work with the IRS.
Grow up and stop procrastinating. I know you don't work as much as you say; any dumbass knows how to look at the computer history. No way you are surfing 100 websites a day but too busy to pay a couple of bills now and then.
Oh, and I don't take you seriously when you have an angry outburst, when you do it for EVERYTHING. When you throw a fit because I forgot to put away a couple groceries and they sat on the counter for awhile, don't expect me to take any of your other fits seriously. And seriously, see a therapist. Because the last one didn't work and it's been awhile. And you're embarrassing me.
Confession #982
I spit in your beer when you are drinking and mean.
Confession #983
Sometimes I go out and you have no idea where I am. usually it is someplace innocent, and I am behaving myself, but not always.
Confession #984
why is it that you feel you have to blame me for things YOU should have taken care of YOURSELF???
YOU should be the one calling the lawyer.
YOU should be the one making sure everything is taken care of.
YOU should be the one worrying about whether or not he's doing his job.
So don't call me telling me it's MY fault that the stupid lawyer didn't send in that money BECAUSE IT"S YOUR FUCKING CASE. I called him when you asked, and he told me it was taken care of. Was I supposed to call him a liar? Was I supposed to give him a lie-detector test? He's a fucking lawyer, he told me it was taken care of and I believed him.
GROW SOME FUCKING BALLS and start handling your own shit, I'm not your mother.
Confession #985
I love you more than anything, but you are a friggin liar.
I know that you have been looking at porn every day. We talked about it a
couple months ago and I told you I had snooped and you said you did it
because you were "bored". It stopped for a while, but now you are back at
it full force. You are going to lose me if you don't get this in check. I
told you how it makes me feel. I feel less of a woman, like there's
something wrong with me. Our sex life is great so I don't know why you feel
the need to look at it all the time.
It would be one thing if the girls on the site were actually pretty but they
are DISGUSTING. How can you look at it for hours at a time. I know you
wait until I go to bed to look at it, so you are sneaking around. Then you
don't come to bed until 1:00 a.m. and wake me up and start snoring and I
can't get any sleep.
I asked you about it again yesterday and you LIED and said you were not
looking at it again. I said, "Please just tell me the truth" and you still
lied. Well, I got on the computer last night and saw that you logged in
yesterday when you should've been at work. I can't believe you flat out
lied to my face. Oh, and I know you have been a member of this site for a
year and a half and I know you have to pay for it, but oh yeah - you lied to
me about that one too. Do you think I'm stupid!? I know more about
computers than you do.
Our marriage is a facade if you can bald-faced lie to me like that. Nothing
I know is true. I can't believe how easy it is for you to lie to me. What
else are you lying about?
All of this is giving me anxiety and insomnia. You ask why I have the
insomnia and I lie and say I don't know because I can't tell you that I have
been snooping on you again because I promised I would never do it to you
again.
I have no idea who you are.
Confession #986
I am angry. I rarely get angry with you. I normally blow almost everything off. I feel bad since I imagine that your parents treated you pretty poorly growing up. Even now, I don't care for the way your Mom and Dad treat you. Your Dad seems to use you – he only contacts us when he needs to drag us out for a dog and pony show. Your Mom is so incredibly critical of you that it makes me angry. But, I am not being treated so meanly. I am criticized from the moment I walk in the door until I go to bed in the evenings. I'm tired of it. I'm well aware that I have quite a few faults. Believe it or not, I pretty much know what they are. You don't have to remind me every day. However, you do as well.
COnfession #987
Babe, I love you. You are the world to me.
I know you work hard. I respect the fact that you work hard. I work hard too (harder than you because not only do I work full-time, I go to school full-time, and I do the vast majority of the child-rearing). I know you respect the fact that I work hard.
However, when you leave me notes saying "We need XYZ" from the store? I want to hit you upside the head with a frying pan.
Your legs are broken now? You are physically unable to DRIVE to the market and purchase these items? Do you have any idea what my life is like between 4pm-Midnight? Seriously?
I love you. I love you so much. But buy the toilet paper your damn self.
Confession #988
I know that you actually like the cat, even when you pretend you don't.
Confession #989
I offer to mow the lawn so that I can get a bit more exercise. You run out while I am mowing to tell me that I am not getting the stripes in the grass the way you want them. YOUR WIFE IS MOWING THE LAWN! I take care of the kids without your help. I clean house, work full-time, keep the pantry stocked, etc… Don't criticize me when I am mowing the lawn. Jerk.
Confession #990
I just want to let you know how often you make me feel like my wants and needs are second. Okay, third, because our child's needs come before mine. But yours seem to come before his, even. You have no qualms about telling people you'll sub in for their sports teams at the last minute, not thinking for a second about if I had something I needed to get done that night, or if that's the only evening you would have had at home with our son for that whole week. You don't hesitate to tell people we'll be somewhere without seeing if I already had something planned. You often will just leave the house on a whim, hollering to me as you're headed to the door that you'll be back in a little bit, you're going to do some favor for someone else or you're running to work real quick to pick something up. Such things usually take hours. I don't expect you to completely wrap your schedule around me, but I'm tired of wrapping my schedule around you. I've been trying to get a library card for months. The library closes before I get home from work, leaving me with Saturday morning as my only option. There has not been one Saturday available for me just to make that quick errand, because you have us planned to the hilt. There's no question you're a fantastic friend, son, brother, cousin. You're even a fantastic husband. You're very generous with giving your time to people. But you're also generous with giving MY time to people, without my say so. I'm getting sick of it. Neither of us have much spare time, since both of us have full time jobs. But when it takes me two weeks of coordination just to get my nails done, or three weeks of planning just to meet a friend for lunch on a weekend, I can't help but resent you and your freedom to just run off to do something (child-free mostly) on a whim. I suppose I let you get away with it, but when I bring it up it brings on a colossal fight.
This same thing applies to how you spend money. It's no problem for you to spend $150 on a weekend with the guys, but you look at me funny if I order $30 worth of books off the Internet. We're tight right now, tighter than we've ever been. I worry about buying groceries every week. Your couple of bucks for beers at your band practice and your twenty bucks for your bowling league and your thirty bucks for weekend money is really hurting us. When I point this out, you fly off the handle and start talking about canceling our phone, and our cable and our everything else. If you would just be a little more reasonable with what's important to spend money on, it would still be tight, but not quite as tight as we are now, and all those cancellations wouldn't be necessary. I love you and will never leave, but you have to know you really take for granted that you can go do whatever you want and I'll always be at your beck and call to either go with you or to be available to keep our son so you can go without him. You really need to be a little more considerate. Family is important, sure, but taking care of the family under your roof is more important than taking care of the family across town who are constantly wanting your time for their errands, house projects, yard sales, and gatherings. I'm sure your sister and parents can get by without you more than you think they can.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
True Wife Confession 98 bottles of Bartles and James wine coolers on the wall
Confession #971
You criticize me constantly - look at last night. You have for 4 almost 5 years. I am so tired, beat down and sad. I am not me anymore but rather an old dishrag that takes care of things so you can go fishing and hang out because you are stressed. I can't do it anymore. You had several years to talk, apologize, etc. You are 41 years old. You have the ability to make decisions about the way you treat me and the kids. You have chosen to treat me like crap.
Confession #972
Dear Husband,
I previously confessed I wouldn't get off the pill until you got off
your ass and helped.
I got off the pill. But purely for selfish reasons. I want another
baby. Me. I don't care if you don't help or not. Why should I deny
myself what I want just because you don't help like you should?
I plan on not telling you until I'm about 3 months along. I want it to
be my little secret. My little baby.
Oh, and I didn't tell you this last time. I met a close friend on
vacation, and we kissed. Matter of fact, we did more than just kiss.
And it was nice. I liked it. I have come thisclose to taking you up on
your offer when you joke about getting a girl to join us. But I don't
want to share her with you. I'd be insanely jealous to see another girl
with you, and I want her all to myself. I'm selfish like that.
I wish I had done a lot more before settling down. There is a lot in
this world that I didn't experience, and I'm afraid I never will due to
the fact that I love you so damn much.
Oh, and stop making so much damn noise in the morning and waking the kid
up. You get to leave, I have to get a cranky child dressed and out the
door.
Love,
Wife.
Confession #973
I love you so much J. You make me so happy and even though life is literally HELL right now, I see that you are concerned and I see that you do care and would do anything for me. Having you there to hold me is exactly what I prayed for for so long and I am so thankful that God finally answered all my prayers... Thank you for always being here for me baby... I love you with everything I am!!!
Confession #974
It kind of disturbs me that all the furniture in our house was mine before we got married 7 years ago. You make really good money and I know we could afford to buy new things. But every time I bring it up, it goes nowhere. There is very little in our house that I did not buy. It makes me wonder how comfortable you are there. Sometimes I think to myself "if he were going to leave, he could pack up his stuff in less than 5 minutes". I should probably be happy that it is all my style, but it still bothers me.
Confession #975
If your mom shows up in the delivery room as she has threatened, I will seriously have hospital security kick her out. I have already alerted them. Get some balls and stand up to her now, or sit back and wait for the fireworks. Also, if you call her before the baby is born, I might have to throw you out of the delivery room too.
Confession #976
You refuse to spend time with our kids by yourself. So, I have to go to the gym at 5am, shower and back at home before they wake up at 6. Everyday when I get back, you complain that I was too loud and the garage door woke you up. You are a selfish as*h*le.
Confession #977
I've never been allowed to paint, wallpaper or even do anything to make our house mine. I have gotten lectured about using the oven, the washer, the bbq grill, and the dishwasher.
I'm sorry that things have come to this, but I can't go around for the rest of my life thinking that I am a terrible person who can do no right. I am broken. You think you are better than I am and I just can't play that game anymore.
Confession #978
I am so proud of you for quitting smoking, I know it was worth the bitchy awful shit we went through to get you free of that drug.
Confession #979
I don't feel comfortable coming back to our house because I have had my behaviors corrected for so many years. I am afraid that you'll follow me around telling me how bad I am. How poorly I feed the kids, how rotten my finances are, how fat I am, how I am not as good as you in general. I should have stood my ground with you years ago. I can't do it. I love you too much to criticize you over the petty crap that I am criticized over.
Confession #980
I resent you. I resent you for a lot of things. I resent myself for staying and not saying anything. I resent myself for letting it get to this point in the first place. Do you really believe me when I tell you The Reason we haven't had sex all these years is that I feel like I'm too fat? No....its because of my pent up resentment towards you. I resent my fear of confrontation. I hate it that I feel so scared to tell you how I really feel. If I had been honest with you from the get-go (and honest to the person I was dating at the time too) I wouldn't be where I am today. There it is...I was dating someone seriously when I started dating you. Why did I accept a date with you in the first place? The other someone lived in a different town and I didn't get to see him that much. I'm sorry I didn't tell you then. I'm sorry I've contributed to the reason why we're in the situation we're in now. Why didn't I listen to my spirit alllll those years ago? There were many "forks in the road" and I could feel each wrong decision/choice I made when I made it and still know today where each one is.
Do you actually like living in this lifeless marriage? You reap what you sow and you haven't sown too much into your relationships...except those with your siblings. One time you told me I "whittled" away your inheritance. Do we have expensive, nice things? No. I wish I could repay you but I cannot. I took our kids and did things, fun things, that you were too busy for or didn't want to go with for one reason or another. I was subconsciously (or not so subconsciously?) compensating for your lack of participation and out of sheer resentment for so many things I had not verbalized. If I "whittled" away your inheritance then I guess I've "whittled" away my own. I used my own inheritance and my money from my stocks and bought furniture & carpet for our home. Here we are, driving vehicles that are 15+ yrs old and you have that stupid vehicle from your youth, in the garage that you refuse to give up.
I don't love you. I'm not attracted to you. Truth be told, there's more about you that annoys me than is endearing. I feel -zip- for you, other than the love for you as a person. More truth, I really don't like going to your family reunions and don't want to go ever again. The main reason I went on vacation with the girls in 2000 is to get out of going to your family reunion. I get nauseous when I think of having to go. I don't trust you with my emotional well-being. You have been non-nurturing to this whole family all these years. You never seemed to really be that into me. It took me 14 years to realize that & attach a definition to it. I thought you would've changed. I had hoped marriage would've changed that. Why did you marry me? Why did I marry you? I've never been unfaithful to you, physically. But, I've had an on-going affair in my head with that previous man for years.
Again, I resent you. I resent myself. I am going to work on getting back Myself. I feel I don't have a good enough reason to divorce you...you're not beating me...but then, on the other hand, don't I deserve to be happy and get my joy back? I'm a daughter of the King and I deserve better than this. I'm a good woman. You deserve better than this. You're a decent man. Our children deserve much better than this. They're great people too. We're both too young to have this be 'it', the "all there is" for the rest of our lives.
(By the way-I know that you look at nasty pictures on the internet when you wake up early every Saturday morning. Internet explorer shows me you do 2 things, every Saturday, without fail: check the bank account and look at stupid girlie pictures. Hello?! Don't you think about the internet explorer history? No wonder we get all those freakin' pop-ups!!!!!!)
You criticize me constantly - look at last night. You have for 4 almost 5 years. I am so tired, beat down and sad. I am not me anymore but rather an old dishrag that takes care of things so you can go fishing and hang out because you are stressed. I can't do it anymore. You had several years to talk, apologize, etc. You are 41 years old. You have the ability to make decisions about the way you treat me and the kids. You have chosen to treat me like crap.
Confession #972
Dear Husband,
I previously confessed I wouldn't get off the pill until you got off
your ass and helped.
I got off the pill. But purely for selfish reasons. I want another
baby. Me. I don't care if you don't help or not. Why should I deny
myself what I want just because you don't help like you should?
I plan on not telling you until I'm about 3 months along. I want it to
be my little secret. My little baby.
Oh, and I didn't tell you this last time. I met a close friend on
vacation, and we kissed. Matter of fact, we did more than just kiss.
And it was nice. I liked it. I have come thisclose to taking you up on
your offer when you joke about getting a girl to join us. But I don't
want to share her with you. I'd be insanely jealous to see another girl
with you, and I want her all to myself. I'm selfish like that.
I wish I had done a lot more before settling down. There is a lot in
this world that I didn't experience, and I'm afraid I never will due to
the fact that I love you so damn much.
Oh, and stop making so much damn noise in the morning and waking the kid
up. You get to leave, I have to get a cranky child dressed and out the
door.
Love,
Wife.
Confession #973
I love you so much J. You make me so happy and even though life is literally HELL right now, I see that you are concerned and I see that you do care and would do anything for me. Having you there to hold me is exactly what I prayed for for so long and I am so thankful that God finally answered all my prayers... Thank you for always being here for me baby... I love you with everything I am!!!
Confession #974
It kind of disturbs me that all the furniture in our house was mine before we got married 7 years ago. You make really good money and I know we could afford to buy new things. But every time I bring it up, it goes nowhere. There is very little in our house that I did not buy. It makes me wonder how comfortable you are there. Sometimes I think to myself "if he were going to leave, he could pack up his stuff in less than 5 minutes". I should probably be happy that it is all my style, but it still bothers me.
Confession #975
If your mom shows up in the delivery room as she has threatened, I will seriously have hospital security kick her out. I have already alerted them. Get some balls and stand up to her now, or sit back and wait for the fireworks. Also, if you call her before the baby is born, I might have to throw you out of the delivery room too.
Confession #976
You refuse to spend time with our kids by yourself. So, I have to go to the gym at 5am, shower and back at home before they wake up at 6. Everyday when I get back, you complain that I was too loud and the garage door woke you up. You are a selfish as*h*le.
Confession #977
I've never been allowed to paint, wallpaper or even do anything to make our house mine. I have gotten lectured about using the oven, the washer, the bbq grill, and the dishwasher.
I'm sorry that things have come to this, but I can't go around for the rest of my life thinking that I am a terrible person who can do no right. I am broken. You think you are better than I am and I just can't play that game anymore.
Confession #978
I am so proud of you for quitting smoking, I know it was worth the bitchy awful shit we went through to get you free of that drug.
Confession #979
I don't feel comfortable coming back to our house because I have had my behaviors corrected for so many years. I am afraid that you'll follow me around telling me how bad I am. How poorly I feed the kids, how rotten my finances are, how fat I am, how I am not as good as you in general. I should have stood my ground with you years ago. I can't do it. I love you too much to criticize you over the petty crap that I am criticized over.
Confession #980
I resent you. I resent you for a lot of things. I resent myself for staying and not saying anything. I resent myself for letting it get to this point in the first place. Do you really believe me when I tell you The Reason we haven't had sex all these years is that I feel like I'm too fat? No....its because of my pent up resentment towards you. I resent my fear of confrontation. I hate it that I feel so scared to tell you how I really feel. If I had been honest with you from the get-go (and honest to the person I was dating at the time too) I wouldn't be where I am today. There it is...I was dating someone seriously when I started dating you. Why did I accept a date with you in the first place? The other someone lived in a different town and I didn't get to see him that much. I'm sorry I didn't tell you then. I'm sorry I've contributed to the reason why we're in the situation we're in now. Why didn't I listen to my spirit alllll those years ago? There were many "forks in the road" and I could feel each wrong decision/choice I made when I made it and still know today where each one is.
Do you actually like living in this lifeless marriage? You reap what you sow and you haven't sown too much into your relationships...except those with your siblings. One time you told me I "whittled" away your inheritance. Do we have expensive, nice things? No. I wish I could repay you but I cannot. I took our kids and did things, fun things, that you were too busy for or didn't want to go with for one reason or another. I was subconsciously (or not so subconsciously?) compensating for your lack of participation and out of sheer resentment for so many things I had not verbalized. If I "whittled" away your inheritance then I guess I've "whittled" away my own. I used my own inheritance and my money from my stocks and bought furniture & carpet for our home. Here we are, driving vehicles that are 15+ yrs old and you have that stupid vehicle from your youth, in the garage that you refuse to give up.
I don't love you. I'm not attracted to you. Truth be told, there's more about you that annoys me than is endearing. I feel -zip- for you, other than the love for you as a person. More truth, I really don't like going to your family reunions and don't want to go ever again. The main reason I went on vacation with the girls in 2000 is to get out of going to your family reunion. I get nauseous when I think of having to go. I don't trust you with my emotional well-being. You have been non-nurturing to this whole family all these years. You never seemed to really be that into me. It took me 14 years to realize that & attach a definition to it. I thought you would've changed. I had hoped marriage would've changed that. Why did you marry me? Why did I marry you? I've never been unfaithful to you, physically. But, I've had an on-going affair in my head with that previous man for years.
Again, I resent you. I resent myself. I am going to work on getting back Myself. I feel I don't have a good enough reason to divorce you...you're not beating me...but then, on the other hand, don't I deserve to be happy and get my joy back? I'm a daughter of the King and I deserve better than this. I'm a good woman. You deserve better than this. You're a decent man. Our children deserve much better than this. They're great people too. We're both too young to have this be 'it', the "all there is" for the rest of our lives.
(By the way-I know that you look at nasty pictures on the internet when you wake up early every Saturday morning. Internet explorer shows me you do 2 things, every Saturday, without fail: check the bank account and look at stupid girlie pictures. Hello?! Don't you think about the internet explorer history? No wonder we get all those freakin' pop-ups!!!!!!)
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
True Wife Confession 97 Lyrics
Confession #961
Sometimes, I'm sad that I'll never really be your Mrs. Usually, it's okay, though. It's sad to me that you think a marriage "always ruins things." I know some really great married couples... And I know we could be one, too. In the end, though, I'd rather have you than a ring. I'm honestly not worried that we'll ever split up.
Confession #962
I love you. I don't love everything about you, but the stuff I don't love, I'm working hard to ignore.
You never close the cabinet doors. You never take the empty toilet paper roll off the holder, you just start a new roll. You're very forgetful. You leave the stove a complete mess after you cook. You don't do the dishes when you say you will, instead waiting 3 or 4 days to do them.
But you keep those cabinets full of food for our family. You clean the bathroom because you know I hate doing it. You bring me home fruit pizza when I'm sick and every night when you get off work, you ask if I need anything. You cook awesome meals using no recipe. You let me sleep late and take care of our daughter, while doing all of the dishes and cleaning the living room.
So who cares? You love me, and our little girl. And I love you both so much that sometimes it hurts. We can get through this, and we will get through this. I'm not giving up on one of the most important people in my life. No way in hell.
Confession #963
Not okay to yell at me when I was in labor for being snippy. You have a baby 2 weeks late with induced labor – then you have the right to lecture me for being snippy.
Confession #964
To my Wife:
You are out of town for the first time in our three plus year relationship. We are both going through separation anxiety. It's really kind-of sweet. When you tell me that you miss me and just didn't realize how much you rely on me for your comfort through my touch, even though you are not a touchy-feely person, well you make my heart melt. You are the love of my life. I can't help but touch you in passing, cuddling you in bed, holding your hand in the car and you let me. You touch me too and I am thankful that after three years you still find me (and my extra weight) attractive and we have amazing sex. You tell me all the time how sexy you find me and how much I turn you on. We have a passion and understanding for each other that I know others search their lives for and never find. Although many people look down on us for the love we share, we will stand strong and love strong and I will love you with every breath I take, until I take no more.
Love,
Your Adoring Wife
Confession #965
I wish she would wear that $250 dollar white gold cross necklace you bought her. Just so I could rip it off her neck. She doesn't deserve such a gift from you.
Confession #966
You say that I can’t burn candles anywhere except on the stovetop. Let’s see, I have owned 2 homes of my own before we got married. I have never burned down the house by lighting a candle in the living room when I am in there watching TV. Get a life, man.
Confession #967
Both of your sons adored you, and you neglected them. You had a calling,
but you also had two precious little boys to raise, and how could they not
come first in all things? They still bear the scars you gave them, and the
worst ones haven't even begun to surface, because your addictions killed you
and now there's one more thing that you chose instead of them, and they have
to live with that for the rest of their lives.
I know, I know, it's complicated, addiction always is...and I loved you, and
that makes it even more complicated...but when my husband, the sweetest,
kindest, most loving man in the world, cries because his Mommy's gone, and
he never did get that attention and love that he deserved...sometimes I hope
you really are watching us from the afterlife so you can see what you did to
him. I wish I could make you understand, but you're dead, and I fear you
never would have gotten it even if you'd survived.
Confession #968
The dog needs to be kicked out of our bed when we are having sex. It is not a turn on to me to be licked in the face or on the leg by the dog when we are messing around. YUCK!!!!
Confession #969
When we have sex, I am thinking about my friend instead of you. It is the only way that I can get off. He and I have been having an affair for over 3 years. And I don't feel any guilt about it at all.
Confession #970
I am so happy to have you back.
Two years ago when you had depression, and we didn’t know what was wrong,
you were so miserable and so was I. I knew you needed help, but didn’t know
what to do. You weren’t the man I married. We finally went to the doctor
together and she knew right away what was wrong and gave you medication. The
meds helped and you were so much better in just a few weeks. But you still
weren’t the same.
Now that you have had the surgery for sleep apnea, and you are getting good
sleep for the first time in years – YOU ARE BACK! I am so thankful. In the
past two weeks you have been the man I married. You are funny, you are
sweet, and you joke and play with the kids. And ROMANCE is BACK…Yay!
Friday night, all the kids were out doing their things and you surprised me.
The house was dark, candles all around, soft music playing – what a nice
surprise.
Welcome home babe!!! I missed you, I love you sooo!
Thank GOD for modern medicine!!!!
Sometimes, I'm sad that I'll never really be your Mrs. Usually, it's okay, though. It's sad to me that you think a marriage "always ruins things." I know some really great married couples... And I know we could be one, too. In the end, though, I'd rather have you than a ring. I'm honestly not worried that we'll ever split up.
Confession #962
I love you. I don't love everything about you, but the stuff I don't love, I'm working hard to ignore.
You never close the cabinet doors. You never take the empty toilet paper roll off the holder, you just start a new roll. You're very forgetful. You leave the stove a complete mess after you cook. You don't do the dishes when you say you will, instead waiting 3 or 4 days to do them.
But you keep those cabinets full of food for our family. You clean the bathroom because you know I hate doing it. You bring me home fruit pizza when I'm sick and every night when you get off work, you ask if I need anything. You cook awesome meals using no recipe. You let me sleep late and take care of our daughter, while doing all of the dishes and cleaning the living room.
So who cares? You love me, and our little girl. And I love you both so much that sometimes it hurts. We can get through this, and we will get through this. I'm not giving up on one of the most important people in my life. No way in hell.
Confession #963
Not okay to yell at me when I was in labor for being snippy. You have a baby 2 weeks late with induced labor – then you have the right to lecture me for being snippy.
Confession #964
To my Wife:
You are out of town for the first time in our three plus year relationship. We are both going through separation anxiety. It's really kind-of sweet. When you tell me that you miss me and just didn't realize how much you rely on me for your comfort through my touch, even though you are not a touchy-feely person, well you make my heart melt. You are the love of my life. I can't help but touch you in passing, cuddling you in bed, holding your hand in the car and you let me. You touch me too and I am thankful that after three years you still find me (and my extra weight) attractive and we have amazing sex. You tell me all the time how sexy you find me and how much I turn you on. We have a passion and understanding for each other that I know others search their lives for and never find. Although many people look down on us for the love we share, we will stand strong and love strong and I will love you with every breath I take, until I take no more.
Love,
Your Adoring Wife
Confession #965
I wish she would wear that $250 dollar white gold cross necklace you bought her. Just so I could rip it off her neck. She doesn't deserve such a gift from you.
Confession #966
You say that I can’t burn candles anywhere except on the stovetop. Let’s see, I have owned 2 homes of my own before we got married. I have never burned down the house by lighting a candle in the living room when I am in there watching TV. Get a life, man.
Confession #967
Both of your sons adored you, and you neglected them. You had a calling,
but you also had two precious little boys to raise, and how could they not
come first in all things? They still bear the scars you gave them, and the
worst ones haven't even begun to surface, because your addictions killed you
and now there's one more thing that you chose instead of them, and they have
to live with that for the rest of their lives.
I know, I know, it's complicated, addiction always is...and I loved you, and
that makes it even more complicated...but when my husband, the sweetest,
kindest, most loving man in the world, cries because his Mommy's gone, and
he never did get that attention and love that he deserved...sometimes I hope
you really are watching us from the afterlife so you can see what you did to
him. I wish I could make you understand, but you're dead, and I fear you
never would have gotten it even if you'd survived.
Confession #968
The dog needs to be kicked out of our bed when we are having sex. It is not a turn on to me to be licked in the face or on the leg by the dog when we are messing around. YUCK!!!!
Confession #969
When we have sex, I am thinking about my friend instead of you. It is the only way that I can get off. He and I have been having an affair for over 3 years. And I don't feel any guilt about it at all.
Confession #970
I am so happy to have you back.
Two years ago when you had depression, and we didn’t know what was wrong,
you were so miserable and so was I. I knew you needed help, but didn’t know
what to do. You weren’t the man I married. We finally went to the doctor
together and she knew right away what was wrong and gave you medication. The
meds helped and you were so much better in just a few weeks. But you still
weren’t the same.
Now that you have had the surgery for sleep apnea, and you are getting good
sleep for the first time in years – YOU ARE BACK! I am so thankful. In the
past two weeks you have been the man I married. You are funny, you are
sweet, and you joke and play with the kids. And ROMANCE is BACK…Yay!
Friday night, all the kids were out doing their things and you surprised me.
The house was dark, candles all around, soft music playing – what a nice
surprise.
Welcome home babe!!! I missed you, I love you sooo!
Thank GOD for modern medicine!!!!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
True Wife Confession 96, South Carolina
Confession #951
I offered to take us to Jamaica for our anniversary. I was paying. I found a good deal on the Internet. You insisted that your friend's wife would be able to get a better deal. So, I let you take over the arrangements. Well, our anniversary is coming up and we aren't going anywhere.
Confession #952
Does your wife know that you call me? Does your wife know the emails and pictures you sent me exist? Does she know that when you came home from Iraq that it was me you wanted to see? That we had the chance, and did not meet. That we both stayed faithful, in name, to our marriages? Does she know that if not for your children and mine, you would have come to me? That you still think about me and watch me from afar? And that I watch you, watching me. And how terribly sad all of this makes me?
Confession #953
At times, I wish you'd die. It would be easier on me and the kids than getting a divorce.
Confession #954
I can't believe you had the nerve to ask me what was wrong with me because I've been bitchy lately.
Lets think about this for a minute, ok? We have bills up to the eyeballs and you don't seem to want to help work to pay them off. Five months of doing dick all and now that you have a job, you've only gone there 50% of the time. Seems like you're perfectly happy to have me work my ass off so you can sit on your ass all day. I should be asking what's wrong with YOU!
Confession #955
when you stay in the shower for 27 minutes And I am waiting to get in there, I turn the hot water on in the kitchen and let it run so you will think you have used all the hot water and get out of the damn shower.
Confession #956
When we are supposed to go out on a date, you should not call a college buddy while were on our way out the door. You spent the evening reminiscing with him about how great fraternity life was 20 years ago. I spent the evening dressed up and working on my scrapbooks. Great date night. I can see where I rank in your life.
Confession #957
"I didn't know what to get you so I didn't get you anything" is the most selfish thing I 've every heard regarding my birthday and Valentine's Day present. It isn't what you get someone but rather the acknowledgement.
Confession #958
You are going bald, yes honey I noticed.
Confession #959
Not okay to leave the hospital when I am in labor. You almost missed the birth of our daughter because you left to feed the dog. I called you at home right before I started pushing. I was in labor for less than 8 hours to include the 10 minutes of pushing. The fat, lazy dog could have waited.
Confession #960
A confession to a confessor: Hey Number 747, I am 744, and to you I say "come to the dark side" But be forewarned it is a dark place, lonely sometimes, stressful always, and not one much looked on with love and affection by others. You may find yourself with no one to talk to, and no one who understands, and those who know will judge you.
I offered to take us to Jamaica for our anniversary. I was paying. I found a good deal on the Internet. You insisted that your friend's wife would be able to get a better deal. So, I let you take over the arrangements. Well, our anniversary is coming up and we aren't going anywhere.
Confession #952
Does your wife know that you call me? Does your wife know the emails and pictures you sent me exist? Does she know that when you came home from Iraq that it was me you wanted to see? That we had the chance, and did not meet. That we both stayed faithful, in name, to our marriages? Does she know that if not for your children and mine, you would have come to me? That you still think about me and watch me from afar? And that I watch you, watching me. And how terribly sad all of this makes me?
Confession #953
At times, I wish you'd die. It would be easier on me and the kids than getting a divorce.
Confession #954
I can't believe you had the nerve to ask me what was wrong with me because I've been bitchy lately.
Lets think about this for a minute, ok? We have bills up to the eyeballs and you don't seem to want to help work to pay them off. Five months of doing dick all and now that you have a job, you've only gone there 50% of the time. Seems like you're perfectly happy to have me work my ass off so you can sit on your ass all day. I should be asking what's wrong with YOU!
Confession #955
when you stay in the shower for 27 minutes And I am waiting to get in there, I turn the hot water on in the kitchen and let it run so you will think you have used all the hot water and get out of the damn shower.
Confession #956
When we are supposed to go out on a date, you should not call a college buddy while were on our way out the door. You spent the evening reminiscing with him about how great fraternity life was 20 years ago. I spent the evening dressed up and working on my scrapbooks. Great date night. I can see where I rank in your life.
Confession #957
"I didn't know what to get you so I didn't get you anything" is the most selfish thing I 've every heard regarding my birthday and Valentine's Day present. It isn't what you get someone but rather the acknowledgement.
Confession #958
You are going bald, yes honey I noticed.
Confession #959
Not okay to leave the hospital when I am in labor. You almost missed the birth of our daughter because you left to feed the dog. I called you at home right before I started pushing. I was in labor for less than 8 hours to include the 10 minutes of pushing. The fat, lazy dog could have waited.
Confession #960
A confession to a confessor: Hey Number 747, I am 744, and to you I say "come to the dark side" But be forewarned it is a dark place, lonely sometimes, stressful always, and not one much looked on with love and affection by others. You may find yourself with no one to talk to, and no one who understands, and those who know will judge you.
Monday, October 16, 2006
True Wife Confessions 95 Theses posted by Martin Luther
Confession #941
Dear Husband,
I tell you that my period lasts longer than it does so I don't have to start having sex with you so soon afterwards. I can show affection without you assuming we'll get busy. This also allows me to fall asleep earlier because we are not staying up for sex.
Sure, I am in the mood but I can take care of that quick and effectively with my little friend.
Confession #942
You've hurt me more than I think I can forgive. You cheated on me not once but 2 times. And why? Cause you weren't getting enough? No you did it in a childish attempt to get me back cause I payed some bills late. That's plain out fucked up and I honestly don't know if I love you anymore. I think I stay with you only because I have no way to support myself and our 4 kids. Most likely once they are all out of the house I will leave you.
Confession #943
this morning you got up and let the dog out even though it was my turn to do it. i got to sleep 10 extra minutes. but instead, i just layed in bed and thought about how thankful i was to you for that little favor for those extra 10 minutes. it was a great way to start the day. thank you.
then you sent me beautiful flowers at work. that card said that you were "Thinking of me." Thank you. You have no idea how much that meant to me. i know that you love me. (you say it all the time.) but now, i look over on my desk and i SEE that you love me all day. and that means so much to me. i feel special all day. i feel loved. and safe. and chosen. thank you. thank you thank you thank you. i am a lucky girl.
Confession #944
When you are away on business trips I go through your old stuff in the basement that you have not looked at in years. Quite often, when I am done I have 3 boxes. 1 for goodwill, 1 for the trash and 1 really small box with stuff I put back. If you knew I did this you would be furious, but you have never asked about anything that I have removed. Ever.
Confession #945
I am finally beginning to love you again.
Confession #946
Remember that time we and those other people went camping for the weekend. Remember the other couple fighting? Remember how I wanted to leave because I was so miserable. And how our other friend was going to give me a ride home since you didn't want to leave. The only reason I didn't is cause I knew what would have happened. I've wanted that friend for a long time but have never acted on it. I know we would have had sex. That man showed me more compassion that day than you had in a LONG time. When I got extremely scared of something almost to the point of a panic attack and was bawling who was holding me comforting me? You should have been but it was HIM. You were making fun of me for crying and HE was the one consoling me. He truly cared you were just being an insensitive ass.
And the kicker is I wish I would have let him take me home. I regret all the time that I didn't. And now that he isn't with anyone, well I thought about doing it anyways. He and I have always had mutual feelings for each other.
Confession #947
The kids are yours. I know you work with some lovely people (sarcasm) who said that I am a wh*re. I am not. It hurts that you'd believe the lovely ladies that you work with over me. The kids are yours. We tried together for 7 months to have our daughter. On the ride to the hospital to have our son, you again, accused me of cheating and said some really rude things. You did the same thing when we had our daughter. I have never cheated on you. However, keep pushing and I will. You want me to forgive you for saying those things. To me, however, those are the most hurtful things someone could say to me. I will never forget. They are always lying in the back of my mind.
Confession #948
I bought my first car on my own recently. I was tickled pick. It is a really nice Mom-mobile. You couldn't just let me enjoy it for a few days. On the way home, you began to criticize me for the interest rate I got. You began to pick apart the car and tell me I got ripped off. Let me enjoy my new car. You, my husband, wouldn't co-sign or help me negotiate. So, back off buster.
Confession #949
I knew that something was going on when you came home from your last deployment. I found the calling card, I tracked down the numbers, I knew her name. I still have the numbers. I am not the fool you took me for. I know that you have not had any contact with her for over a year and that what contact you had was not physical but I am still mother fucking pissed.
Now that I do know the truth (and after much insistance) all the details about your 'special friend', I am not sure I want to leave. I can be big enough to realize that I wasn't always the wife I should have been or the wife you deserved. Doesn't make it right. However, it would behoove you to understand that if you ever fuck with my emotions or the emotions or our children again I will never look back.
Confession #950
I would never, ever cheat on you, but I hope someday to get to fuck a thin man. Your weight loss surgery can't come quick enough because you're the thin man I want.
Dear Husband,
I tell you that my period lasts longer than it does so I don't have to start having sex with you so soon afterwards. I can show affection without you assuming we'll get busy. This also allows me to fall asleep earlier because we are not staying up for sex.
Sure, I am in the mood but I can take care of that quick and effectively with my little friend.
Confession #942
You've hurt me more than I think I can forgive. You cheated on me not once but 2 times. And why? Cause you weren't getting enough? No you did it in a childish attempt to get me back cause I payed some bills late. That's plain out fucked up and I honestly don't know if I love you anymore. I think I stay with you only because I have no way to support myself and our 4 kids. Most likely once they are all out of the house I will leave you.
Confession #943
this morning you got up and let the dog out even though it was my turn to do it. i got to sleep 10 extra minutes. but instead, i just layed in bed and thought about how thankful i was to you for that little favor for those extra 10 minutes. it was a great way to start the day. thank you.
then you sent me beautiful flowers at work. that card said that you were "Thinking of me." Thank you. You have no idea how much that meant to me. i know that you love me. (you say it all the time.) but now, i look over on my desk and i SEE that you love me all day. and that means so much to me. i feel special all day. i feel loved. and safe. and chosen. thank you. thank you thank you thank you. i am a lucky girl.
Confession #944
When you are away on business trips I go through your old stuff in the basement that you have not looked at in years. Quite often, when I am done I have 3 boxes. 1 for goodwill, 1 for the trash and 1 really small box with stuff I put back. If you knew I did this you would be furious, but you have never asked about anything that I have removed. Ever.
Confession #945
I am finally beginning to love you again.
Confession #946
Remember that time we and those other people went camping for the weekend. Remember the other couple fighting? Remember how I wanted to leave because I was so miserable. And how our other friend was going to give me a ride home since you didn't want to leave. The only reason I didn't is cause I knew what would have happened. I've wanted that friend for a long time but have never acted on it. I know we would have had sex. That man showed me more compassion that day than you had in a LONG time. When I got extremely scared of something almost to the point of a panic attack and was bawling who was holding me comforting me? You should have been but it was HIM. You were making fun of me for crying and HE was the one consoling me. He truly cared you were just being an insensitive ass.
And the kicker is I wish I would have let him take me home. I regret all the time that I didn't. And now that he isn't with anyone, well I thought about doing it anyways. He and I have always had mutual feelings for each other.
Confession #947
The kids are yours. I know you work with some lovely people (sarcasm) who said that I am a wh*re. I am not. It hurts that you'd believe the lovely ladies that you work with over me. The kids are yours. We tried together for 7 months to have our daughter. On the ride to the hospital to have our son, you again, accused me of cheating and said some really rude things. You did the same thing when we had our daughter. I have never cheated on you. However, keep pushing and I will. You want me to forgive you for saying those things. To me, however, those are the most hurtful things someone could say to me. I will never forget. They are always lying in the back of my mind.
Confession #948
I bought my first car on my own recently. I was tickled pick. It is a really nice Mom-mobile. You couldn't just let me enjoy it for a few days. On the way home, you began to criticize me for the interest rate I got. You began to pick apart the car and tell me I got ripped off. Let me enjoy my new car. You, my husband, wouldn't co-sign or help me negotiate. So, back off buster.
Confession #949
I knew that something was going on when you came home from your last deployment. I found the calling card, I tracked down the numbers, I knew her name. I still have the numbers. I am not the fool you took me for. I know that you have not had any contact with her for over a year and that what contact you had was not physical but I am still mother fucking pissed.
Now that I do know the truth (and after much insistance) all the details about your 'special friend', I am not sure I want to leave. I can be big enough to realize that I wasn't always the wife I should have been or the wife you deserved. Doesn't make it right. However, it would behoove you to understand that if you ever fuck with my emotions or the emotions or our children again I will never look back.
Confession #950
I would never, ever cheat on you, but I hope someday to get to fuck a thin man. Your weight loss surgery can't come quick enough because you're the thin man I want.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
True Wife Confessions 94, Haydens Surprise symphony
Confession #931
I know why you won't move us back home. You know that if I get within driving distance of my family that I will leave you. And you are right.
Confession #932
The kids and I moved out and you didn’t notice. You called me at work 3 days later to see if you could deploy someplace tropical. You needed someone to watch the stupid dog. We were sleeping on our friends’ floors until we could save up enough money to get an apartment. You are more concerned about the stupid dog’s welfare than you are about me and the kids.
Confession #934
Why is it okay for you to spend $1000 a payday gambling and then lecture me on why I ran short of money this payday. You make more money than I do. I am responsible for everything but the house payment - even the kids Birthday and Christmas presents. At your insistence we have separate accounts. That is fine, if the bills are divided more equally. But, they aren’t. So, your kids suffer because you are a selfish person.
Confession #935
I have to confess -- I don't miss the sex at all. You weren't very good anyway. I haven't initiated anything during the past year for precisely that reason. And you haven't, either, so you must feel the same way. What a relief to be done with that. No more sex with you ever again. Yahoo!
Confession #936
Okay, so you didn’t like the dinner that I made tonight. Stuffed cabbage isn’t so bad. It is not okay to leave as I’m putting dinner on the table and go out to dinner by yourself.
Confession #937
finally somehere, i can finally get this off my chest. I really hate you, i never really loved you, you were my way out. After all this time i have hated every time you have touched, kissed me, caressed me. and finally when i find someone who wants me you will not let me go. you already now i can't stand you.so why continue with this.
Confession #938
Let me start by saying that I have guilt over this and am not proud of it at all. That being said:
Last year when you were in the hospital and the doctors thought that you might die, all I could think about was finally being able to live my own life without you and how wonderful it would be. I thought about how I would spend the life insurance, how quickly I could sell the house and move, and what I would do with all of your things. Then you got better. There was a small part of me that was really pissed off at you for that. I don't hate you, but I know that if I tried to leave that you would make my life as much like hell as you could because it would wound your pride for me to leave.
The thoughts just keep coming back every time you get sick now. And I really hate myself for thinking it.
Confession #939
“You aren’t my Mom” is not the right answer for Mother’s Day presents. You, as our kids Dad, should help the kids make a card for me or help them buy a $5 bouquet of flowers. You had money enough to buy yourself a nice pair of tennis shoes, but not enough to buy a card and have the kids sign it. Oh yeah – you don’t buy your Mom a present or a card. Can’t use that as an excuse.
Confession #940
If you ask me to do something - I am all over it - Done! If I ask you to do something around the house that we both benefit from - why don't you just get it over with? It snowed! Take the air conditioner out of the window! Don't ask me to not leave you reminder notes. Notes work more often than not and I am getting so tired of you saying "I will!", but don't.
STOP PROCRASTINATING EVERY LITTLE THING!
I know why you won't move us back home. You know that if I get within driving distance of my family that I will leave you. And you are right.
Confession #932
The kids and I moved out and you didn’t notice. You called me at work 3 days later to see if you could deploy someplace tropical. You needed someone to watch the stupid dog. We were sleeping on our friends’ floors until we could save up enough money to get an apartment. You are more concerned about the stupid dog’s welfare than you are about me and the kids.
Confession #934
Why is it okay for you to spend $1000 a payday gambling and then lecture me on why I ran short of money this payday. You make more money than I do. I am responsible for everything but the house payment - even the kids Birthday and Christmas presents. At your insistence we have separate accounts. That is fine, if the bills are divided more equally. But, they aren’t. So, your kids suffer because you are a selfish person.
Confession #935
I have to confess -- I don't miss the sex at all. You weren't very good anyway. I haven't initiated anything during the past year for precisely that reason. And you haven't, either, so you must feel the same way. What a relief to be done with that. No more sex with you ever again. Yahoo!
Confession #936
Okay, so you didn’t like the dinner that I made tonight. Stuffed cabbage isn’t so bad. It is not okay to leave as I’m putting dinner on the table and go out to dinner by yourself.
Confession #937
finally somehere, i can finally get this off my chest. I really hate you, i never really loved you, you were my way out. After all this time i have hated every time you have touched, kissed me, caressed me. and finally when i find someone who wants me you will not let me go. you already now i can't stand you.so why continue with this.
Confession #938
Let me start by saying that I have guilt over this and am not proud of it at all. That being said:
Last year when you were in the hospital and the doctors thought that you might die, all I could think about was finally being able to live my own life without you and how wonderful it would be. I thought about how I would spend the life insurance, how quickly I could sell the house and move, and what I would do with all of your things. Then you got better. There was a small part of me that was really pissed off at you for that. I don't hate you, but I know that if I tried to leave that you would make my life as much like hell as you could because it would wound your pride for me to leave.
The thoughts just keep coming back every time you get sick now. And I really hate myself for thinking it.
Confession #939
“You aren’t my Mom” is not the right answer for Mother’s Day presents. You, as our kids Dad, should help the kids make a card for me or help them buy a $5 bouquet of flowers. You had money enough to buy yourself a nice pair of tennis shoes, but not enough to buy a card and have the kids sign it. Oh yeah – you don’t buy your Mom a present or a card. Can’t use that as an excuse.
Confession #940
If you ask me to do something - I am all over it - Done! If I ask you to do something around the house that we both benefit from - why don't you just get it over with? It snowed! Take the air conditioner out of the window! Don't ask me to not leave you reminder notes. Notes work more often than not and I am getting so tired of you saying "I will!", but don't.
STOP PROCRASTINATING EVERY LITTLE THING!
Friday, October 13, 2006
True Wife Confessions 93 by Victor Hugo
Confession #921
Dear B:
You know I love and respect you with all my heart but I feel extremely
disrespected by your friends and your failure to speak up when the question
is asked concerning our 4 kids "How could I do that to you?" If my memory
serves me correct it's what you were doing to me when I conceived. We made
these kids together so I did nothing to you. I know you love our kids and
take it jokingly when the question is asked, but I am so tired of it now and
I know you recognize it. Be a man and speak up or I will. And I know you
don’t want ME to do that. Now do you?
Another thing, I know you feel that it's your calling to mentor and help the
disadvantaged young men that you come in contract with, but must you invite
them all to dinner at our house. I love what you do for these young men and
how you are trying to make a difference in their lives, but babe it's
starting to wear on me. With no prior notice to me you invite them over and
I am the one left to cook more food and make last minute accommodations. I
have asked you to take them out to eat sometimes. Trust I will not feel
neglected or left out. I understand you try to show them how a family
functions but a boys' only dinner at a decent restaurant every so often will
truly be a load off of my back. I don't want to do anything to discourage
your efforts or make anyone feel unwelcome but you know we do have 4 kids.
Confession #922
904 is back. Thank you, TWC, for giving me somewhere to clear my head and
spill my feelings. I spoke to my husband after I saw how sad and pathetic
and needy I looked in my confession, and we talked about everything I was
feeling.Things aren't perfect, but they are better. He say he will try
harder to give me more of what I need, and I will try harder to remember
that everyone loves in a different way...and even though he shows his love
differently than I do (or would like) he still loves me.
Confession #923
The other night when I tossed the address book your way, it was supposed to be a reminder to put it away when you're finished. I didn't mean to throw it hard enough to make the pages spill everywhere and for that I'm sorry. But when you put it back together in the half-assed way that you did, it's just teaching our kids (who were both watching you, by the way) that it's okay to not do your best. It's no wonder why are having a hard time getting our oldest son to get motivated about pretty much anything. At his age, you're his hero and he wants to do everything like you do, so buck up and do your best. I know you've got it in you, I've seen it. Just let it out at home once in a while like you do at work every day.
Confession #924
I am so very tired of being told every day that I do not do anything. I work full time, take care of the child, the pets, the housework, the yard work and run almost all of the errands. You work full time. That is about it. I know that I do not bring in most of the income, but that is no reason to treat me like your personal assistant. If you want things done, please take care of them yourself. You are an adult, start acting like it. I am not your mother, I am not your maid, and I am definitely not your slave. I am not going to kill myself with work for the rest of my life in a futile attempt to make you happy. I know that no matter how much I do you will always find something to pick at. I can have all the laundry done but you will complain that the living room needs to be picked up. I can pick up around the house and you will complain that I should have cut the grass instead. There is no pleasing you and I am not going to even try anymore. So, if you want a Martha Stewart clean house, I suggest that you tear yourself away from your online gaming, get a scrub brush, get down on your knees and do it yourself. This is not the 50's, I am not June Cleaver and you are not Ward. Housework is no longer the sole responsibility of the woman. Welcome to the 21st century. You can either deal with it, or get out.
Confession #925
As I read confessions from other women, it makes me realize even more how lucky I am. Not a day goes by that you don't treat me with love and respect. After almost five years my heart still races when I know you're coming home. My body fits perfectly into yours when we sleep. Some of my favorite moments are snuggled on the couch doing nothing with you.
You were there for me when my mom got sick and held my hand through my depression that followed. That means the world to me.
You tell me that I'm the woman of your dreams. That we are meant to be. I can't wait to one day be your wife.
Thank you. Thank you for being such a wonderful man.
I love you with my whole heart.
Confession #926
I like living by myself and I'm not sure I want to marry you. We've made plans to get married and I've been waiting patiently, but I'm not sure I want to now. Plus, another reason I don't want to marry you is because I can't stand your crazy ass family. They are a bunch of alcoholics and your mom grabs my boobs. I want to punch her when she does that.
Confession #927
Waking up with your erection in my ass is hardly foreplay. Yes, occasionally I like quickies too, but every time is a bit much. AND while I am talking about it, constantly wanting to fuck me from behind? I like the position as much as the next girl, but variety is welcome. Plus it kind of makes me feel irrelevant to the whole act. You could be fucking anyone.
Confession #928
to the girl in the next cubicle:
Please blow your nose. It's gross that you sit there all day, sniffing that same snot up your nose. You're a pretty girl, have a nice personality, but your manners are atrocious. No wonder you are still desperate and single at your age.
Get some tissue. Oh, and wash your hands every time you use the bathroom. We've all seen you leave there without doing it.
You mom would be embarrassed.
Confession #929
Today I met a man who kissed me like I should be kissed. All the pecks you give me? All the half assed kisses? All the avoidance of kissing during sex?
It isn't me - it's you. This man lit me up inside with a kiss. Nothing more.
I do not plan to divorce you, but I do plan to sleep with this man. I deserve to feel beautiful. I deserve to feel desired and regardless of what you say to me, your actions never tell me this. I've asked and asked, and things never change.
I take responsibility for breaking my vow of fidelity to you in our marriage - but even a plant needs some sunlight, and I have been in the dark too long.
Confession #930
To my Ex-Husband:
I hate you more than I thought it possible to hate anyone. Over the course of 13 years you destroyed my self-esteem, my self-worth, and as a result, my career.
When I finally got up the strength to leave your lying, narcissistic ass, you started with the games-playing. First the "oh-please-don't-do-this-come-home," and when I stood my ground, you got nasty. You turned what should have been a cut-and-dried divorce into a year of hell, and all to get back at me. You hid money from the attorneys. You insulted and belittled me. You neglected our cats until they both had to be euthanized. I will NEVER, EVER forgive you for that.
And all through this, you never once accepted any of the blame for your actions. You never acknowledged that your drinking, pot smoking, and porn addiction - and your lying about it - undermined our relationship. That you might have been wrong to insist that we build that half-a-million dollar house, never mind that we couldn't afford it, but because you wanted it so badly...then all of a sudden you didn't want to work to pay for it, leaving me to work whatever second and third jobs I could find and still scramble to find ways to pay the bills each month. You didn't care - you already had what you wanted. I was just your accountant, maid, personal shopper, laundress, cook, pet sitter, and whore (oh, and BTW, you 15-second wonder...I *hated* having sex with you!!!!!).
And as the icing on the cake, you had the absolute GALL to go around to our friends, even to MY friends, and sweet-talk them, cry on their shoulders, and do your best to convince them that you're not really a bad guy - that this mess was all *my* fault, and I'm the one who's screwed up. It took me a long time to realize that the ones who believed you, and turned their backs on me, were never my friends in the first place.
You're a prick. You're a whiny, weenie, backstabbing, addiction-riddled, selfish, self-obsessed, narcissistic momma's boy who will NEVER be happy. And if you think you can get away with stalking me, guess again. I'll have you thrown in jail so fast your head will spin.
Get out of my life, you worthless LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear B:
You know I love and respect you with all my heart but I feel extremely
disrespected by your friends and your failure to speak up when the question
is asked concerning our 4 kids "How could I do that to you?" If my memory
serves me correct it's what you were doing to me when I conceived. We made
these kids together so I did nothing to you. I know you love our kids and
take it jokingly when the question is asked, but I am so tired of it now and
I know you recognize it. Be a man and speak up or I will. And I know you
don’t want ME to do that. Now do you?
Another thing, I know you feel that it's your calling to mentor and help the
disadvantaged young men that you come in contract with, but must you invite
them all to dinner at our house. I love what you do for these young men and
how you are trying to make a difference in their lives, but babe it's
starting to wear on me. With no prior notice to me you invite them over and
I am the one left to cook more food and make last minute accommodations. I
have asked you to take them out to eat sometimes. Trust I will not feel
neglected or left out. I understand you try to show them how a family
functions but a boys' only dinner at a decent restaurant every so often will
truly be a load off of my back. I don't want to do anything to discourage
your efforts or make anyone feel unwelcome but you know we do have 4 kids.
Confession #922
904 is back. Thank you, TWC, for giving me somewhere to clear my head and
spill my feelings. I spoke to my husband after I saw how sad and pathetic
and needy I looked in my confession, and we talked about everything I was
feeling.Things aren't perfect, but they are better. He say he will try
harder to give me more of what I need, and I will try harder to remember
that everyone loves in a different way...and even though he shows his love
differently than I do (or would like) he still loves me.
Confession #923
The other night when I tossed the address book your way, it was supposed to be a reminder to put it away when you're finished. I didn't mean to throw it hard enough to make the pages spill everywhere and for that I'm sorry. But when you put it back together in the half-assed way that you did, it's just teaching our kids (who were both watching you, by the way) that it's okay to not do your best. It's no wonder why are having a hard time getting our oldest son to get motivated about pretty much anything. At his age, you're his hero and he wants to do everything like you do, so buck up and do your best. I know you've got it in you, I've seen it. Just let it out at home once in a while like you do at work every day.
Confession #924
I am so very tired of being told every day that I do not do anything. I work full time, take care of the child, the pets, the housework, the yard work and run almost all of the errands. You work full time. That is about it. I know that I do not bring in most of the income, but that is no reason to treat me like your personal assistant. If you want things done, please take care of them yourself. You are an adult, start acting like it. I am not your mother, I am not your maid, and I am definitely not your slave. I am not going to kill myself with work for the rest of my life in a futile attempt to make you happy. I know that no matter how much I do you will always find something to pick at. I can have all the laundry done but you will complain that the living room needs to be picked up. I can pick up around the house and you will complain that I should have cut the grass instead. There is no pleasing you and I am not going to even try anymore. So, if you want a Martha Stewart clean house, I suggest that you tear yourself away from your online gaming, get a scrub brush, get down on your knees and do it yourself. This is not the 50's, I am not June Cleaver and you are not Ward. Housework is no longer the sole responsibility of the woman. Welcome to the 21st century. You can either deal with it, or get out.
Confession #925
As I read confessions from other women, it makes me realize even more how lucky I am. Not a day goes by that you don't treat me with love and respect. After almost five years my heart still races when I know you're coming home. My body fits perfectly into yours when we sleep. Some of my favorite moments are snuggled on the couch doing nothing with you.
You were there for me when my mom got sick and held my hand through my depression that followed. That means the world to me.
You tell me that I'm the woman of your dreams. That we are meant to be. I can't wait to one day be your wife.
Thank you. Thank you for being such a wonderful man.
I love you with my whole heart.
Confession #926
I like living by myself and I'm not sure I want to marry you. We've made plans to get married and I've been waiting patiently, but I'm not sure I want to now. Plus, another reason I don't want to marry you is because I can't stand your crazy ass family. They are a bunch of alcoholics and your mom grabs my boobs. I want to punch her when she does that.
Confession #927
Waking up with your erection in my ass is hardly foreplay. Yes, occasionally I like quickies too, but every time is a bit much. AND while I am talking about it, constantly wanting to fuck me from behind? I like the position as much as the next girl, but variety is welcome. Plus it kind of makes me feel irrelevant to the whole act. You could be fucking anyone.
Confession #928
to the girl in the next cubicle:
Please blow your nose. It's gross that you sit there all day, sniffing that same snot up your nose. You're a pretty girl, have a nice personality, but your manners are atrocious. No wonder you are still desperate and single at your age.
Get some tissue. Oh, and wash your hands every time you use the bathroom. We've all seen you leave there without doing it.
You mom would be embarrassed.
Confession #929
Today I met a man who kissed me like I should be kissed. All the pecks you give me? All the half assed kisses? All the avoidance of kissing during sex?
It isn't me - it's you. This man lit me up inside with a kiss. Nothing more.
I do not plan to divorce you, but I do plan to sleep with this man. I deserve to feel beautiful. I deserve to feel desired and regardless of what you say to me, your actions never tell me this. I've asked and asked, and things never change.
I take responsibility for breaking my vow of fidelity to you in our marriage - but even a plant needs some sunlight, and I have been in the dark too long.
Confession #930
To my Ex-Husband:
I hate you more than I thought it possible to hate anyone. Over the course of 13 years you destroyed my self-esteem, my self-worth, and as a result, my career.
When I finally got up the strength to leave your lying, narcissistic ass, you started with the games-playing. First the "oh-please-don't-do-this-come-home," and when I stood my ground, you got nasty. You turned what should have been a cut-and-dried divorce into a year of hell, and all to get back at me. You hid money from the attorneys. You insulted and belittled me. You neglected our cats until they both had to be euthanized. I will NEVER, EVER forgive you for that.
And all through this, you never once accepted any of the blame for your actions. You never acknowledged that your drinking, pot smoking, and porn addiction - and your lying about it - undermined our relationship. That you might have been wrong to insist that we build that half-a-million dollar house, never mind that we couldn't afford it, but because you wanted it so badly...then all of a sudden you didn't want to work to pay for it, leaving me to work whatever second and third jobs I could find and still scramble to find ways to pay the bills each month. You didn't care - you already had what you wanted. I was just your accountant, maid, personal shopper, laundress, cook, pet sitter, and whore (oh, and BTW, you 15-second wonder...I *hated* having sex with you!!!!!).
And as the icing on the cake, you had the absolute GALL to go around to our friends, even to MY friends, and sweet-talk them, cry on their shoulders, and do your best to convince them that you're not really a bad guy - that this mess was all *my* fault, and I'm the one who's screwed up. It took me a long time to realize that the ones who believed you, and turned their backs on me, were never my friends in the first place.
You're a prick. You're a whiny, weenie, backstabbing, addiction-riddled, selfish, self-obsessed, narcissistic momma's boy who will NEVER be happy. And if you think you can get away with stalking me, guess again. I'll have you thrown in jail so fast your head will spin.
Get out of my life, you worthless LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
TWC 92 Resolutions...part 2
Confession #916
Seriously--stop flushing the freakin' toilet before you are finished peeing.
I get the whole guy thing of "courtesy flushing" when you are doing the
other (although I do NOT get the reason for staying in there for 30 minutes)
but really--do not flush until you are finished. It's weird and it's gross.
No--you DO NOT time it perfectly so that it will all be taken down the
drain. There are still bubbles and a yellow tint to the water when I go in
there. It freaks me out. It makes me want to vomit. There are GERMS in
pee and I don't want you to leave them in there! I have to go to a
different bathroom in the house whenever you do this! It's gross!
Also--I'm pretty damn sure I NEVER get pee on the seat, under the seat,
around the base of the toilet, or on the floor in front of/around the
toilet--clean it the hell up!
Confession #917
There are so many things that suck about our current situation, and I KNOW that they are just that: situational. I know that situations are temporary, and that one day you will have a job and not be sick and I will be able to do at least some of the things I dream about doing. But I don't see an easy solution for now. When I picture the future, I never see the distant future where we can theoretically have a normal life. I always just see the next several months or years where I know things will still suck.
I love you, but I have to confess: I imagine you dying and things getting better. I don't want to lose you, of course, but I imagine myself being much more able to cope with losing a husband than with another year of this crap. And I'm ashamed of my fantasy, but I can't keep it out of my head.
Confession #918
I know I should feel lucky to have you.You are a great dad ,provider and help with the housework but......Why can't you be better in bed? I have never,ever had an orgasm while you were in the room unless a vibrator was involved. Not only do you suck in bed,you rarely even want sex.
You have driven me to meet men online and hook up with them for sex.I wish you would be a little more adventurous.We could be having such awesome sex if only you would quit being so uptight.What man doesn't want to have sex with 2 women at once? Apparently you!
Confession #919
You are a great guy. i love you so much. But dude, when I have a
raging sore throat, fever, and chills and have spent the whole day at
home with our four children, homeschooling them and breastfeeding
them and dragging my sick butt off of the couch to feed them, I NEED
YOU TO COME STRAIGHT HOME FROM WORK!!! Yes, a few minutes does make
a difference. I know you dont get sick very often, but sometimes I
wish you would just so you can remember what it feels like to have a
cold.
Confession #920
I think on divorce decrees they should add the following for reason of divorce:
-Failed to put a new garbage bag in pail (I mean, c'mon...yes, you take out the garbage, good job...but put a new one in , please!!!).
-Left clothing on floor RIGHT NEXT TO basket (Really? Can you not SEE it??)
-Put food in sink after the kids are done eating (I'm sorry, did I forget to mention AGAIN that we do not have a disposal in our sink...sorry.....and I WILL hit you with a spatula every time you do this...you think you would stop...maybe you like it?)
-Takes the highschair tray off, and leaves it on counter (When CLEARLY it would be too much trouble to just PUT IT BACK).
Babe, I truly love you. But these things, and others that don't come to mind are killing me. Yes, I make a mess. But who cleans it up? ME. When you make a mess, who cleans it up? ME.
I'm not your mom. Stop it. Now.
Seriously--stop flushing the freakin' toilet before you are finished peeing.
I get the whole guy thing of "courtesy flushing" when you are doing the
other (although I do NOT get the reason for staying in there for 30 minutes)
but really--do not flush until you are finished. It's weird and it's gross.
No--you DO NOT time it perfectly so that it will all be taken down the
drain. There are still bubbles and a yellow tint to the water when I go in
there. It freaks me out. It makes me want to vomit. There are GERMS in
pee and I don't want you to leave them in there! I have to go to a
different bathroom in the house whenever you do this! It's gross!
Also--I'm pretty damn sure I NEVER get pee on the seat, under the seat,
around the base of the toilet, or on the floor in front of/around the
toilet--clean it the hell up!
Confession #917
There are so many things that suck about our current situation, and I KNOW that they are just that: situational. I know that situations are temporary, and that one day you will have a job and not be sick and I will be able to do at least some of the things I dream about doing. But I don't see an easy solution for now. When I picture the future, I never see the distant future where we can theoretically have a normal life. I always just see the next several months or years where I know things will still suck.
I love you, but I have to confess: I imagine you dying and things getting better. I don't want to lose you, of course, but I imagine myself being much more able to cope with losing a husband than with another year of this crap. And I'm ashamed of my fantasy, but I can't keep it out of my head.
Confession #918
I know I should feel lucky to have you.You are a great dad ,provider and help with the housework but......Why can't you be better in bed? I have never,ever had an orgasm while you were in the room unless a vibrator was involved. Not only do you suck in bed,you rarely even want sex.
You have driven me to meet men online and hook up with them for sex.I wish you would be a little more adventurous.We could be having such awesome sex if only you would quit being so uptight.What man doesn't want to have sex with 2 women at once? Apparently you!
Confession #919
You are a great guy. i love you so much. But dude, when I have a
raging sore throat, fever, and chills and have spent the whole day at
home with our four children, homeschooling them and breastfeeding
them and dragging my sick butt off of the couch to feed them, I NEED
YOU TO COME STRAIGHT HOME FROM WORK!!! Yes, a few minutes does make
a difference. I know you dont get sick very often, but sometimes I
wish you would just so you can remember what it feels like to have a
cold.
Confession #920
I think on divorce decrees they should add the following for reason of divorce:
-Failed to put a new garbage bag in pail (I mean, c'mon...yes, you take out the garbage, good job...but put a new one in , please!!!).
-Left clothing on floor RIGHT NEXT TO basket (Really? Can you not SEE it??)
-Put food in sink after the kids are done eating (I'm sorry, did I forget to mention AGAIN that we do not have a disposal in our sink...sorry.....and I WILL hit you with a spatula every time you do this...you think you would stop...maybe you like it?)
-Takes the highschair tray off, and leaves it on counter (When CLEARLY it would be too much trouble to just PUT IT BACK).
Babe, I truly love you. But these things, and others that don't come to mind are killing me. Yes, I make a mess. But who cleans it up? ME. When you make a mess, who cleans it up? ME.
I'm not your mom. Stop it. Now.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
True Wife Confessions 92 Resolutions
Confession #911
Last night, we sat and talked about your family. I asked you, point blank, how you managed to avoid being insane, because everyone you grew up with is completely insane. I said to you that I know you love me and you love the children. I have no doubts about that. But how you were able to walk away from your birth family, well, it scares me.
It still scares me. I just don’t want you to ever walk away from us like that.
Confession #912
Friends,
I cannot keep going to your candle parties, your stamping parties, your cookwear parties, your purse parties, your scrapbook parties. I know you need to make money. But I can't afford to help pay your bills. Money is tight for us. The products you are selling are ones I can get cheaper elsewhere, IF I even needed them in the first place. You're in a saturated market. You sell the same products as does everyone else on my block, at work, at church. Maybe that's why you have to be so pushy? Most of you are understanding. A few of you guilt trip me so badly that it makes me not want to be friends any longer. If I say no to your candle party, do I have to be guilted into giving an excuse? Or guilted into making the next one? I am just going to eat your food and not buy anything. You'll end up losing money if I attend. Some of you can no longer have conversations without marketing your products. I want my old friends back. The ones whose brains weren't taken over by MLM Madness.
Confession #913
I love you. You are amazing in almost every way. But please don't
tell me that you can't FINALLY finish your extra job (which was your
idea to take) MONTHS AND MONTHS after you said you would (while our
half fixed up house sits waiting for walls to be put up, floors to be
put down) because you really need to go to sleep at 9 pm each night.
Please don't tell me you're tired, and will just rest for a minute.
We both know it's not true. Please don't tell me "Babe, you know I
don't get enough sleep" when between your naps and bedtime, you get
darn near 7-8 hours a night. And, by the way, Mr. Observant--I get
less sleep than you. Every. Single. Night. I take care of the dogs,
the house, everything about 85% of the time. Your 15% comes when I've
asked you to do it about 3 times already. OH, and I'm gone from the
house as much as you, but the difference is I'm in school (med
school), and you're at work. Who has exams? Who is going to be
responsible for lives with whatever knowledge that she does or does
not properly learn because she is so busy keeping life together and
picking up after you?
We've had you tested, and nothing's out of whack. Your thyroid is
fine, your iron is fine. I just don't think you like dealing with
being tired in any way whatsoever. I think you have the mindset that
if you're tired, everything else isn't as important. Like doing your
work. Or spending more than 10 minutes with me at night before I have
to drag your comatose behind to bed after waking you up about 3
million times.
I especially liked the night that I was downstairs in the bathroom,
after "dropping the kids of at the pool", and I needed toilet paper.
You went upstairs to get it for me, and laid down on the bed and FELL
ASLEEP!!! I seriously wanted to hit you as I was screaming over and
over for you to wake up and get me some friggin' toilet paper as you
are snoozing away in the bed.
Everything else is great. You seriously need to work on this problem,
though. I'm not a toothbrush toilet swoosher, but I may hide all of
it one day and fall asleep when you need it the most. POOPhead.
Confession #914
I love you and am truly blessed to have you in my life. But I absolutely hate it when you sing along to EVERY song, especially in the confined space of a car. It's even worse when you don't know the words and just hum the tune. Please stop before I go completely daffy!
Confession #915
A confession to a friend of a friend,
I met you at my friend's house. Our children tried to play together, but didn't get along. You and I had nothing in common, either. We never spoke or saw each other for months after that. Imagine my shock when an invitation to your child's birthday party arrived in the mail. I asked my friend if it was because you didn't know anyone. She said no, she thought about 30 kids would be attending! Did you send me the invite because you're fishing for presents? Does a 10 dollar gift your child will get bored with in 20 mins really mean that much to you? We won't be attending your party.
Confession #916
Confession #917
Confession #918
Confession #919
Confession #920
Hey, did you notice something? TWC has run out of confessions. Yep, you heard me right. Hard to believe, but true. We will rejoin our regularly schedule programming when the inbox brimmith over again....
Last night, we sat and talked about your family. I asked you, point blank, how you managed to avoid being insane, because everyone you grew up with is completely insane. I said to you that I know you love me and you love the children. I have no doubts about that. But how you were able to walk away from your birth family, well, it scares me.
It still scares me. I just don’t want you to ever walk away from us like that.
Confession #912
Friends,
I cannot keep going to your candle parties, your stamping parties, your cookwear parties, your purse parties, your scrapbook parties. I know you need to make money. But I can't afford to help pay your bills. Money is tight for us. The products you are selling are ones I can get cheaper elsewhere, IF I even needed them in the first place. You're in a saturated market. You sell the same products as does everyone else on my block, at work, at church. Maybe that's why you have to be so pushy? Most of you are understanding. A few of you guilt trip me so badly that it makes me not want to be friends any longer. If I say no to your candle party, do I have to be guilted into giving an excuse? Or guilted into making the next one? I am just going to eat your food and not buy anything. You'll end up losing money if I attend. Some of you can no longer have conversations without marketing your products. I want my old friends back. The ones whose brains weren't taken over by MLM Madness.
Confession #913
I love you. You are amazing in almost every way. But please don't
tell me that you can't FINALLY finish your extra job (which was your
idea to take) MONTHS AND MONTHS after you said you would (while our
half fixed up house sits waiting for walls to be put up, floors to be
put down) because you really need to go to sleep at 9 pm each night.
Please don't tell me you're tired, and will just rest for a minute.
We both know it's not true. Please don't tell me "Babe, you know I
don't get enough sleep" when between your naps and bedtime, you get
darn near 7-8 hours a night. And, by the way, Mr. Observant--I get
less sleep than you. Every. Single. Night. I take care of the dogs,
the house, everything about 85% of the time. Your 15% comes when I've
asked you to do it about 3 times already. OH, and I'm gone from the
house as much as you, but the difference is I'm in school (med
school), and you're at work. Who has exams? Who is going to be
responsible for lives with whatever knowledge that she does or does
not properly learn because she is so busy keeping life together and
picking up after you?
We've had you tested, and nothing's out of whack. Your thyroid is
fine, your iron is fine. I just don't think you like dealing with
being tired in any way whatsoever. I think you have the mindset that
if you're tired, everything else isn't as important. Like doing your
work. Or spending more than 10 minutes with me at night before I have
to drag your comatose behind to bed after waking you up about 3
million times.
I especially liked the night that I was downstairs in the bathroom,
after "dropping the kids of at the pool", and I needed toilet paper.
You went upstairs to get it for me, and laid down on the bed and FELL
ASLEEP!!! I seriously wanted to hit you as I was screaming over and
over for you to wake up and get me some friggin' toilet paper as you
are snoozing away in the bed.
Everything else is great. You seriously need to work on this problem,
though. I'm not a toothbrush toilet swoosher, but I may hide all of
it one day and fall asleep when you need it the most. POOPhead.
Confession #914
I love you and am truly blessed to have you in my life. But I absolutely hate it when you sing along to EVERY song, especially in the confined space of a car. It's even worse when you don't know the words and just hum the tune. Please stop before I go completely daffy!
Confession #915
A confession to a friend of a friend,
I met you at my friend's house. Our children tried to play together, but didn't get along. You and I had nothing in common, either. We never spoke or saw each other for months after that. Imagine my shock when an invitation to your child's birthday party arrived in the mail. I asked my friend if it was because you didn't know anyone. She said no, she thought about 30 kids would be attending! Did you send me the invite because you're fishing for presents? Does a 10 dollar gift your child will get bored with in 20 mins really mean that much to you? We won't be attending your party.
Confession #916
Confession #917
Confession #918
Confession #919
Confession #920
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
True Wife Confessions Bride 91
Confession #901
I will never tell you this. But it sorta excites me (or relieves me) to post it on the world wide web! I kissed another man. I was going to have sex with him but I pushed him off, walked away, and scolded myself. It won't happen again. But I'm never going to tell you about it, even though it's killing me inside. Sometimes telling the truth hurts other people more than if you just keep it in and bare the burden yourself. I'm gonna bare this burden, babe. I'm really sorry I let you down. I'll do better next time.
Confession #902
I love you. I knew I wanted to marry you from before we ever even
dated, when we were friends. I knew that if you weren't "it", than I
didn't know what "it" was. I love that you are a man of God, that you
are full of faith that I aspire to. I love that you love me like none
of my multiple dads have, and that you don't judge me at all by my
slightly crazy family history. I love that you can get past their
craziness to see the good things about them too. You see the good in
everyone (which is slightly annoying when I am grumpy, I admit, but
mostly wonderful.) I can't wait to be the mother of your children
someday, because I know you already have the heart of an amazing
father and that you can't wait to be one.
I appreciate so much that we have moved across the country because
this is the grad school I wanted to go to, and you said to go for
whatever my heart desired. I love that even away from friends and
family, we support each other and are all the family we need. I love
that when I was bored this summer, before school started, you let us
get a second dog, even though you didn't want to. I love that you're
upstairs right now giving him a bath so I can get schoolwork done. (I
promise, I'm about to start.) I love even more that you appreciate
the stress I'm under, and you give great back rubs to help me relax.
You're not perfect. Sometimes you drive me nuts. But I'm an avid
reader of this site, and while I feel like some confessions remind me
of you, most of them just make me so thankful that you somehow chose
me to be your wife.
Confession #903
Why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why.WHYYYYYYYYY????????????????? Why are you irritating me on levels I never thought possible right now. Good grief man, you are SO ANNOYING. Just STOP berating me, stop chiding me, stop talking to me like I am a three year old, stop patronizing me, stop being so goddamn fucking YOU. Ugh! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Words cannot even describe how much I would like to stab you in the throat right now. Just FUCK OFF.
Confession #904
I don't want to be married to you anymore, but am too scared to do anything about it because I don't want to be a single mother, and I don't want to be a failure. And because I love you.
But I never should have married you, I always knew you didn't love me the way I wanted and deserved to be loved, but I thought it would grow. 5 years later, it hasn't. The other night when you pushed me away, I was so hurt. Since then I have not laid a hand on you, and I have realized (well, I always knew, but now I really know) that if I don't touch you, we don't touch...and if I don't say "I love you", it doesn't get said. The only time I touch you now is in the mornings, when you are sleeping, so I can tell myself that you aren't touching me back because you are asleep, and not because you never do (except occasionally when you want sex, but that is NOT what I mean. It is the other touches that matter so much...the stroking and hugging and hand holding and touches on the back or shoulder that I never get)
You are a good man and an amazing father, but you suck at being a husband. Maybe you just suck at being my husband because you don't love me enough or I want too much, but even though we get along fine and don't fight often, this marriage sucks and is only getting worse and sadder.
Confession #905
This confession is from one wife to another...
You are my neighbor. For quite some time I've been very nice to you. I've done many a favor for you. I have watched and fed your child countless times. You have yet to say, "Thank you." You act as if I should be thanking you. You like to brag about how you've ripped off this person, the school district, or some business. You've told me how you didn't really want your youngest child, "But we're Christians, so what else could we do?" (You have said this in front of her.) You say the only good thing about having an autistic child is using getting a handicapped parking space so you never have to walk far. And you park in handicapped spaces when he's not even with you. Your behavior is revolting. I no longer let you in my house. You probably think I'm completely rude. But to be honest, it takes every bit of self control I have to NOT slap you upside the head. God knows, I WANT to.
And now you are scratching your head and wondering HOW on earth your oldest could have gotten into drugs. And I think you suspect what I do -- that your son is the one who stole some of our belongings. I have told you that if we find the little punk who stole our stuff that we'd prosecute and go after the parents. You agreed heartily that we should at the time. I wonder what you are thinking now?
I hope the cops do find out that it was your son who stole our stuff. Because then we can go after your ass. And then my husband won't tell me I'm such a bitch for not being "neighborly" toward you. He feels sorry for your pathetic ass. I don't. Mainly because I don't think you have a conscious. I don't think you have a soul. If you do, it must be vile and black as tar.
I hope you read this site. I hope you recognize yourself in this confession. Because you really need to get a clue, examine your priorities, and get an attitude adjustment.
Confession #906
I've never told you this, but I am preoccupied with the idea of divorcing you and living on my own. I make up scenarios in my mind that begin with you doing or saying something truly awful to me and end in me leaving you and finding an apartment and starting all over again. I just now realized why I do this. It's because I want to prove that I can. I married very young and I never got the chance to be independent so I feel like I have something to prove. My mom never left my dad the many times she should have (and still hangs on to him to this day) and I just want to show her how it's done. A truly awful way to think, I know. But please trust me when I say that I don't really want to divorce you and I never intend to.
Confession #907
We got married earlier this year after almost a decade together. There are times you drive me absolutely crazy--to the point I really wonder what my life would be without you. Should I have married a guy who wears a suit to work and who loves attending events and involving himself in community leadership? And who doesn't leave dishes in the sink every day, eat all the good cereal or come out of the shower with wet feet on the floor. But then I think of the good stuff, the things I focused on when I said yes to marrying you. The way you absentmindedly kiss my forehead in the movies. How you nap spooning the dog. The way you DO dress up for events and send thank-you cards when I heckle you long enough. How you still can't get enough of grabbing my booty and will always tangle up your arms and legs with mine when we sleep. You've been such a loving buddy, you're my very best friend, and you're going to be an incredible father.
Confession #908
I HATED being your wife. Every single time I heard someone call me MRS_____,
it made me want to scream. I only married you because I came from a
community that viewed marriage as the next step in a relationship. Now that
I've broken free of that whole brainwashing religion I'll never get involved
with a sadomasochistic person like you ever again.
I may have been a virgin when we wed but even I know that you were a
complete loser in bed. I had to watch a few erotic films just so that I
could realistically fake it. In fact the only time I came was when I did the
job myself.
I look back at our time together and realize that you hated youself and just
used me as a dumping ground for all of that self loathing. You are a bastard
for doing that to me. I had people telling me that I could have been
Angelina Jolie's twin but I felt like an ugly freak, that is what you did to
me. Besides, you were the hideous person in our relationship, I never once
thought that you were even remotely attractive.
I hated your mother. You'll never admit it but you hate her as well, that is
why you told her to shutup and would sabotage her. The sick part is that you
depended on her to make your decisions for you, that makes you one sick
fuck. So I hope you end up with a beauty queen that almost immediately
gains 200 pounds. That would be true justice. No even better is that psycho
bitch ex girlfriend that you refused to put in her place when she would
harass me. I hope you get back with her and she just shreds you. Then you
would be even less of a man than you already are.
Live in misery and hope that you rot in the same prison of a life that you
made for me.
Confession #909
I know that you're cheating on me.
I love our kids too much to leave you.
I've DONE the whole single-parent thing once before and I don't want to do it again.
I'm afraid to give you the ultimatum because I don't think you would choose me.
I just hope that you realize you are not just cheating on me, you're cheating on our children.
Confession #910
I pick up a gun and load one bullet into the chamber. I calmly shut it and spin. Then, as you watch, put the gun to my head and….click…
The next day I get the gun out and start to put it to my head. You tell me not to do it that you love me and ask me to put it down. That your afraid I will get hurt. I pull the trigger….click
As the days turn into weeks and weeks into months every day I pull out the gun and…click
You begin to have anxiety attacks just thinking about that sound…that…click…and beg me to get rid of the gun. I tell you it isn’t your problem. That you have to just wait for me to be ready to put the gun down but for now I am not…click
Now it is years later and you have tried everything and are physically sick just knowing the gun is in the house…click
The kids are older now. You used to make excuses about the gun, tried to hide it from them or explain it away so they wouldn’t be as scared as you are but now they know, they see and they fear it as much as you. You plead with me to stop for their sakes but I insist they are fine and so am I. It is you that needs the help...click
It is too much for you to bear as I pull the trigger more and more each day. Oh there have been times I have put the gun down for a while but I have never really let it go. You try to physically wrestle the gun away from me when I pick it up again but that only makes me hate you for making it a problem when it really isn’t….click
Your physically falling apart. Spiritually and emotionally your empty when it comes to the gun. You wish I would either give it up for good or just get the one wrong chamber to bring some sort of end to the nightmare. But you really don’t want it to end that way. You want me to get it, to care enough about myself and you and our children to stop but somehow I don’t…click
Just the other day you walked into your baby girls room and found her with a gun to her head…click
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That’s what it is like living with your alcoholism.
It’s the only way I can say it.
You think I wont leave but if you don’t stop I will, and I wont wait until our kids are drunks like you to do it.
I will never tell you this. But it sorta excites me (or relieves me) to post it on the world wide web! I kissed another man. I was going to have sex with him but I pushed him off, walked away, and scolded myself. It won't happen again. But I'm never going to tell you about it, even though it's killing me inside. Sometimes telling the truth hurts other people more than if you just keep it in and bare the burden yourself. I'm gonna bare this burden, babe. I'm really sorry I let you down. I'll do better next time.
Confession #902
I love you. I knew I wanted to marry you from before we ever even
dated, when we were friends. I knew that if you weren't "it", than I
didn't know what "it" was. I love that you are a man of God, that you
are full of faith that I aspire to. I love that you love me like none
of my multiple dads have, and that you don't judge me at all by my
slightly crazy family history. I love that you can get past their
craziness to see the good things about them too. You see the good in
everyone (which is slightly annoying when I am grumpy, I admit, but
mostly wonderful.) I can't wait to be the mother of your children
someday, because I know you already have the heart of an amazing
father and that you can't wait to be one.
I appreciate so much that we have moved across the country because
this is the grad school I wanted to go to, and you said to go for
whatever my heart desired. I love that even away from friends and
family, we support each other and are all the family we need. I love
that when I was bored this summer, before school started, you let us
get a second dog, even though you didn't want to. I love that you're
upstairs right now giving him a bath so I can get schoolwork done. (I
promise, I'm about to start.) I love even more that you appreciate
the stress I'm under, and you give great back rubs to help me relax.
You're not perfect. Sometimes you drive me nuts. But I'm an avid
reader of this site, and while I feel like some confessions remind me
of you, most of them just make me so thankful that you somehow chose
me to be your wife.
Confession #903
Why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why.WHYYYYYYYYY????????????????? Why are you irritating me on levels I never thought possible right now. Good grief man, you are SO ANNOYING. Just STOP berating me, stop chiding me, stop talking to me like I am a three year old, stop patronizing me, stop being so goddamn fucking YOU. Ugh! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Words cannot even describe how much I would like to stab you in the throat right now. Just FUCK OFF.
Confession #904
I don't want to be married to you anymore, but am too scared to do anything about it because I don't want to be a single mother, and I don't want to be a failure. And because I love you.
But I never should have married you, I always knew you didn't love me the way I wanted and deserved to be loved, but I thought it would grow. 5 years later, it hasn't. The other night when you pushed me away, I was so hurt. Since then I have not laid a hand on you, and I have realized (well, I always knew, but now I really know) that if I don't touch you, we don't touch...and if I don't say "I love you", it doesn't get said. The only time I touch you now is in the mornings, when you are sleeping, so I can tell myself that you aren't touching me back because you are asleep, and not because you never do (except occasionally when you want sex, but that is NOT what I mean. It is the other touches that matter so much...the stroking and hugging and hand holding and touches on the back or shoulder that I never get)
You are a good man and an amazing father, but you suck at being a husband. Maybe you just suck at being my husband because you don't love me enough or I want too much, but even though we get along fine and don't fight often, this marriage sucks and is only getting worse and sadder.
Confession #905
This confession is from one wife to another...
You are my neighbor. For quite some time I've been very nice to you. I've done many a favor for you. I have watched and fed your child countless times. You have yet to say, "Thank you." You act as if I should be thanking you. You like to brag about how you've ripped off this person, the school district, or some business. You've told me how you didn't really want your youngest child, "But we're Christians, so what else could we do?" (You have said this in front of her.) You say the only good thing about having an autistic child is using getting a handicapped parking space so you never have to walk far. And you park in handicapped spaces when he's not even with you. Your behavior is revolting. I no longer let you in my house. You probably think I'm completely rude. But to be honest, it takes every bit of self control I have to NOT slap you upside the head. God knows, I WANT to.
And now you are scratching your head and wondering HOW on earth your oldest could have gotten into drugs. And I think you suspect what I do -- that your son is the one who stole some of our belongings. I have told you that if we find the little punk who stole our stuff that we'd prosecute and go after the parents. You agreed heartily that we should at the time. I wonder what you are thinking now?
I hope the cops do find out that it was your son who stole our stuff. Because then we can go after your ass. And then my husband won't tell me I'm such a bitch for not being "neighborly" toward you. He feels sorry for your pathetic ass. I don't. Mainly because I don't think you have a conscious. I don't think you have a soul. If you do, it must be vile and black as tar.
I hope you read this site. I hope you recognize yourself in this confession. Because you really need to get a clue, examine your priorities, and get an attitude adjustment.
Confession #906
I've never told you this, but I am preoccupied with the idea of divorcing you and living on my own. I make up scenarios in my mind that begin with you doing or saying something truly awful to me and end in me leaving you and finding an apartment and starting all over again. I just now realized why I do this. It's because I want to prove that I can. I married very young and I never got the chance to be independent so I feel like I have something to prove. My mom never left my dad the many times she should have (and still hangs on to him to this day) and I just want to show her how it's done. A truly awful way to think, I know. But please trust me when I say that I don't really want to divorce you and I never intend to.
Confession #907
We got married earlier this year after almost a decade together. There are times you drive me absolutely crazy--to the point I really wonder what my life would be without you. Should I have married a guy who wears a suit to work and who loves attending events and involving himself in community leadership? And who doesn't leave dishes in the sink every day, eat all the good cereal or come out of the shower with wet feet on the floor. But then I think of the good stuff, the things I focused on when I said yes to marrying you. The way you absentmindedly kiss my forehead in the movies. How you nap spooning the dog. The way you DO dress up for events and send thank-you cards when I heckle you long enough. How you still can't get enough of grabbing my booty and will always tangle up your arms and legs with mine when we sleep. You've been such a loving buddy, you're my very best friend, and you're going to be an incredible father.
Confession #908
I HATED being your wife. Every single time I heard someone call me MRS_____,
it made me want to scream. I only married you because I came from a
community that viewed marriage as the next step in a relationship. Now that
I've broken free of that whole brainwashing religion I'll never get involved
with a sadomasochistic person like you ever again.
I may have been a virgin when we wed but even I know that you were a
complete loser in bed. I had to watch a few erotic films just so that I
could realistically fake it. In fact the only time I came was when I did the
job myself.
I look back at our time together and realize that you hated youself and just
used me as a dumping ground for all of that self loathing. You are a bastard
for doing that to me. I had people telling me that I could have been
Angelina Jolie's twin but I felt like an ugly freak, that is what you did to
me. Besides, you were the hideous person in our relationship, I never once
thought that you were even remotely attractive.
I hated your mother. You'll never admit it but you hate her as well, that is
why you told her to shutup and would sabotage her. The sick part is that you
depended on her to make your decisions for you, that makes you one sick
fuck. So I hope you end up with a beauty queen that almost immediately
gains 200 pounds. That would be true justice. No even better is that psycho
bitch ex girlfriend that you refused to put in her place when she would
harass me. I hope you get back with her and she just shreds you. Then you
would be even less of a man than you already are.
Live in misery and hope that you rot in the same prison of a life that you
made for me.
Confession #909
I know that you're cheating on me.
I love our kids too much to leave you.
I've DONE the whole single-parent thing once before and I don't want to do it again.
I'm afraid to give you the ultimatum because I don't think you would choose me.
I just hope that you realize you are not just cheating on me, you're cheating on our children.
Confession #910
I pick up a gun and load one bullet into the chamber. I calmly shut it and spin. Then, as you watch, put the gun to my head and….click…
The next day I get the gun out and start to put it to my head. You tell me not to do it that you love me and ask me to put it down. That your afraid I will get hurt. I pull the trigger….click
As the days turn into weeks and weeks into months every day I pull out the gun and…click
You begin to have anxiety attacks just thinking about that sound…that…click…and beg me to get rid of the gun. I tell you it isn’t your problem. That you have to just wait for me to be ready to put the gun down but for now I am not…click
Now it is years later and you have tried everything and are physically sick just knowing the gun is in the house…click
The kids are older now. You used to make excuses about the gun, tried to hide it from them or explain it away so they wouldn’t be as scared as you are but now they know, they see and they fear it as much as you. You plead with me to stop for their sakes but I insist they are fine and so am I. It is you that needs the help...click
It is too much for you to bear as I pull the trigger more and more each day. Oh there have been times I have put the gun down for a while but I have never really let it go. You try to physically wrestle the gun away from me when I pick it up again but that only makes me hate you for making it a problem when it really isn’t….click
Your physically falling apart. Spiritually and emotionally your empty when it comes to the gun. You wish I would either give it up for good or just get the one wrong chamber to bring some sort of end to the nightmare. But you really don’t want it to end that way. You want me to get it, to care enough about myself and you and our children to stop but somehow I don’t…click
Just the other day you walked into your baby girls room and found her with a gun to her head…click
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That’s what it is like living with your alcoholism.
It’s the only way I can say it.
You think I wont leave but if you don’t stop I will, and I wont wait until our kids are drunks like you to do it.
Monday, October 09, 2006
True Wife Confessions 90 Mile beach in New Zealand
Confession #891
I am having an affair with your husband. The one that you brag to everyone about how he would NEVER cheat on you because he is too "P***Y whipped" and he is SO in love with you and your body and that you fulfill all (and I do mean all) sexual fantasies he has. The one you brag to everyone about how much money he spends on you and doesn't hesitate to buy you something, regardless of the cost, if you want it enough or pout enough. The one that you brag to everyone about how much he loves and takes care of (financially)YOUR juvenile delinquent kids from a previous relationship? The one that "bought you out of" having to wear his wedding ring.
It's YOUR fault. You're so wrapped up in yourself that you don't take enough effort to worry about the things he does. How is it possible that he can come over to my house 3-4 times a week and spend the night? How is it possible that he can stay the weekends with me? How is it possible that he's got my pictures on his cell phone and sends/receives text messages to/from me at ALL HOURS of the day/night?
I have tried to end it but he just won't let me. He cries and constantly tell me how much he loves me and would do anything to be with me. He tells me I am his soulmate and the only happiness that he knows. We are GREAT in bed together.
He HATES your kids but he LOVES the one you both have together. He knows how much that kid loves you and needs you both right now. He knows you will never afford to live on your own. He pays my bills in order to get me to stay. He takes me on trips, concerts, dates, buys me things, helps clean my house. I know he is a liar. I know that regardless of how much he says that he and I will eventually be together, I would NEVER marry him or commit to him, regardless of the mutual feelings that I have for him.
Confession #892
I know you still drink
Confession #893
Dear You,
I want to thank you for being such a wonderful man and accepting the fact that you wanted me and I came with a child. She loves and adores you. You have two from your previous marriage and well, everyone knows that was a mistake. You just don't get married because you get someone pregnant. Granted, that was ten years ago and you thought you were doing the right thing. Many props to you for that. You are a good man, that is a fact.
But....
You know, sometimes you can be a real asshole and I just want to go into some "temporarily insane" rage and pull a Lorraina on your ass. I am sick, I feel like shit and I need you to bring me something to work to make me feel better. Can you? Hell no because you're busy at work. I have learned to deal with the 80+ hours a week and that is fine. It's what you/we signed up for. BUT if this was something you wanted to do, you would do it with NO question.
Stop being such a prick before you come home one night and I give you a much needed iron skillet upside the head!
Confession #894
I hate the fact that you talk too much. Sometimes, I think it's because you have a complex that people thinking you're a dumbass. When you and your friends get together and start talking about politics, religion or random shit, it makes me want to slit my wrist with a fingernail file. It makes my ass hurt to deal with you clowns.
I've tried really hard to stay true and faithful, but I've meet someone and I can't fight the feeling any longer. He makes me smile. I almost slept with him last night, but didn't because I had to go home. We have a plan for later this week to have hot smack sex, something I don't have with you.
Confession #895
Same shit, different millennium. I waited two years after my divorce before
I felt ready to move on and start dating again. I was excited about it.
Last time I was single I was dating boys. Now I would be dating men. HA!
Are there any MEN out there? I am starting to think not. Why will a grown
man choose to tell a woman how much he likes her and that he will call her
and put forth the effort to seem really sincere about it when he could just
say "I don't think this is going to work." I know it is not pleasant , but
just tell me the fucking truth. I am reasonable. I can take it. Instead
you just subject me to the same game of phone watching I played in college
and high school. Someone PLEASE tell me that most men do mature a little
bit between the ages of 20 and 40. I sooo don't have the time for this shit
anymore. I guess I really ought to just board up my windows and get a bunch
of cats.
Note to all single, middle-aged idiots. You really should get some maturity
to go along with your receding hairlines and beer guts. You just aren't
hot enough to get away with being assholes any more!!!!!
Damn, I wish I could just be a lesbian.
Confession #896
Why are you shocked that our young kids like me more
than you? Every time they do something wrong, who do
you yell at? ME. It's my fault for everything they
do wrong and boy do you let me know about it. Then,
you wonder why the girls always run to me for comfort
and don't even want your hugs or kisses.
They are too busy protecting Mommy. Also, don't be
surprised when you are called on the carpet for your
behavior. Our oldest tells all of her Grandparents,
and everyone she can find, that you are "always mad at
Mommy. We have to be good so Daddy won't take it out
on Mommy."
Confession #897
I hate you. I've hated you since December 24, 2004. The night you came
home crying that you hit rock bottom and you didn't know what to do.
Two weeks later, our beautiful little boy was born. While I was in the
hospital where I could barely move because of the Cesarean, I gave
you money for gas money and you managed to take $1,100 from my
checking account. You're big solution? Your daddy paid me back the
money.
I hate you. You let me drown in debt. You knew I was struggling with
the $8,0000 hospital bill and the $2,000 ER bill, and the $2,500
cardiologist bill for OUR son. Yet, you continued to gamble and lie to
me about all the pressure you were under and how you were doing the
best you could.
I hate you. You promised to give me money one Friday night, and the
next day you told me you had gotten arrested for DUI, and the bail was
conveniently your entire paycheck.
I hate you. I hate that you expect me to believe when you went to
court for this, and the "charges" were dropped you told me they didn't
give you back your bail money.
No, I'm not stupid. I know you lied to me.
I hate that you let me get overwhelmed in debt. I hate that my mom had
to bail me out. I hate that you now say what the big deal is, the
bills are paid. I hate that you're teaching my son that it's OK to
bail on your family. I hate that you pay your dad the money you owe
him every month, yet you've only given me $100 this year.
You lazy, sob, I hate you. And I hate myself for letting you stay this long.
Confession #898
This morning when you rolled over to me and said, “Good Morning babe, I love you.” And then asked me to snuggle you until I had to get up for work – was the greatest I have felt in a while and I appreciate it and you so much.
Confession #899
I am angry with you. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to watch our boys grow up and do great things together, school, sports, prom… We were supposed to have a beautiful daughter together. We were supposed to buy our first home together, take our children to Disneyland. We were supposed to love each other so much that we tried everything to make it work. I am angry with you because you aren’t willing to try. What were once our dreams and plans are no more. Instead I have plans on leaving you and making the best life possible for me and our children, putting the pieces together all the while trying not to fall apart. I will survive this, because what is the other option. And despite all this anger and hurt, I still love you more than anything and that hurts.
Confession #900
After months of you accusing me of sleeping with my co-worker, I finally did it. I love you but I needed to get you back for cheating on me.
Oh, and I'd do it again if I had the chance. I'm not sorry that it happened.
I am having an affair with your husband. The one that you brag to everyone about how he would NEVER cheat on you because he is too "P***Y whipped" and he is SO in love with you and your body and that you fulfill all (and I do mean all) sexual fantasies he has. The one you brag to everyone about how much money he spends on you and doesn't hesitate to buy you something, regardless of the cost, if you want it enough or pout enough. The one that you brag to everyone about how much he loves and takes care of (financially)YOUR juvenile delinquent kids from a previous relationship? The one that "bought you out of" having to wear his wedding ring.
It's YOUR fault. You're so wrapped up in yourself that you don't take enough effort to worry about the things he does. How is it possible that he can come over to my house 3-4 times a week and spend the night? How is it possible that he can stay the weekends with me? How is it possible that he's got my pictures on his cell phone and sends/receives text messages to/from me at ALL HOURS of the day/night?
I have tried to end it but he just won't let me. He cries and constantly tell me how much he loves me and would do anything to be with me. He tells me I am his soulmate and the only happiness that he knows. We are GREAT in bed together.
He HATES your kids but he LOVES the one you both have together. He knows how much that kid loves you and needs you both right now. He knows you will never afford to live on your own. He pays my bills in order to get me to stay. He takes me on trips, concerts, dates, buys me things, helps clean my house. I know he is a liar. I know that regardless of how much he says that he and I will eventually be together, I would NEVER marry him or commit to him, regardless of the mutual feelings that I have for him.
Confession #892
I know you still drink
Confession #893
Dear You,
I want to thank you for being such a wonderful man and accepting the fact that you wanted me and I came with a child. She loves and adores you. You have two from your previous marriage and well, everyone knows that was a mistake. You just don't get married because you get someone pregnant. Granted, that was ten years ago and you thought you were doing the right thing. Many props to you for that. You are a good man, that is a fact.
But....
You know, sometimes you can be a real asshole and I just want to go into some "temporarily insane" rage and pull a Lorraina on your ass. I am sick, I feel like shit and I need you to bring me something to work to make me feel better. Can you? Hell no because you're busy at work. I have learned to deal with the 80+ hours a week and that is fine. It's what you/we signed up for. BUT if this was something you wanted to do, you would do it with NO question.
Stop being such a prick before you come home one night and I give you a much needed iron skillet upside the head!
Confession #894
I hate the fact that you talk too much. Sometimes, I think it's because you have a complex that people thinking you're a dumbass. When you and your friends get together and start talking about politics, religion or random shit, it makes me want to slit my wrist with a fingernail file. It makes my ass hurt to deal with you clowns.
I've tried really hard to stay true and faithful, but I've meet someone and I can't fight the feeling any longer. He makes me smile. I almost slept with him last night, but didn't because I had to go home. We have a plan for later this week to have hot smack sex, something I don't have with you.
Confession #895
Same shit, different millennium. I waited two years after my divorce before
I felt ready to move on and start dating again. I was excited about it.
Last time I was single I was dating boys. Now I would be dating men. HA!
Are there any MEN out there? I am starting to think not. Why will a grown
man choose to tell a woman how much he likes her and that he will call her
and put forth the effort to seem really sincere about it when he could just
say "I don't think this is going to work." I know it is not pleasant , but
just tell me the fucking truth. I am reasonable. I can take it. Instead
you just subject me to the same game of phone watching I played in college
and high school. Someone PLEASE tell me that most men do mature a little
bit between the ages of 20 and 40. I sooo don't have the time for this shit
anymore. I guess I really ought to just board up my windows and get a bunch
of cats.
Note to all single, middle-aged idiots. You really should get some maturity
to go along with your receding hairlines and beer guts. You just aren't
hot enough to get away with being assholes any more!!!!!
Damn, I wish I could just be a lesbian.
Confession #896
Why are you shocked that our young kids like me more
than you? Every time they do something wrong, who do
you yell at? ME. It's my fault for everything they
do wrong and boy do you let me know about it. Then,
you wonder why the girls always run to me for comfort
and don't even want your hugs or kisses.
They are too busy protecting Mommy. Also, don't be
surprised when you are called on the carpet for your
behavior. Our oldest tells all of her Grandparents,
and everyone she can find, that you are "always mad at
Mommy. We have to be good so Daddy won't take it out
on Mommy."
Confession #897
I hate you. I've hated you since December 24, 2004. The night you came
home crying that you hit rock bottom and you didn't know what to do.
Two weeks later, our beautiful little boy was born. While I was in the
hospital where I could barely move because of the Cesarean, I gave
you money for gas money and you managed to take $1,100 from my
checking account. You're big solution? Your daddy paid me back the
money.
I hate you. You let me drown in debt. You knew I was struggling with
the $8,0000 hospital bill and the $2,000 ER bill, and the $2,500
cardiologist bill for OUR son. Yet, you continued to gamble and lie to
me about all the pressure you were under and how you were doing the
best you could.
I hate you. You promised to give me money one Friday night, and the
next day you told me you had gotten arrested for DUI, and the bail was
conveniently your entire paycheck.
I hate you. I hate that you expect me to believe when you went to
court for this, and the "charges" were dropped you told me they didn't
give you back your bail money.
No, I'm not stupid. I know you lied to me.
I hate that you let me get overwhelmed in debt. I hate that my mom had
to bail me out. I hate that you now say what the big deal is, the
bills are paid. I hate that you're teaching my son that it's OK to
bail on your family. I hate that you pay your dad the money you owe
him every month, yet you've only given me $100 this year.
You lazy, sob, I hate you. And I hate myself for letting you stay this long.
Confession #898
This morning when you rolled over to me and said, “Good Morning babe, I love you.” And then asked me to snuggle you until I had to get up for work – was the greatest I have felt in a while and I appreciate it and you so much.
Confession #899
I am angry with you. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to watch our boys grow up and do great things together, school, sports, prom… We were supposed to have a beautiful daughter together. We were supposed to buy our first home together, take our children to Disneyland. We were supposed to love each other so much that we tried everything to make it work. I am angry with you because you aren’t willing to try. What were once our dreams and plans are no more. Instead I have plans on leaving you and making the best life possible for me and our children, putting the pieces together all the while trying not to fall apart. I will survive this, because what is the other option. And despite all this anger and hurt, I still love you more than anything and that hurts.
Confession #900
After months of you accusing me of sleeping with my co-worker, I finally did it. I love you but I needed to get you back for cheating on me.
Oh, and I'd do it again if I had the chance. I'm not sorry that it happened.
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