Confession #241
If you do not stop smoking as you promised me 8 years ago, I will leave you. Since we found out you have to quit smoking for us to have a baby, I will NOT waste my life waiting for you to stop smoking so I can have a child. There are many men out there that would love to have a child with me. If you don't stop, I will walk out on you. And YES, I am right on the verge!
Confession #242
You don't know how I want to hit you when you make that stupid, goony, idiotic looking face that you think is so funny. You've been doing it our entire married life and I HATE it!
Confession #243
Why do you keep bitching at me about getting a job? Do you not realise that we have 5 children, and that is my job? My day starts half and hour before yours, and I don't get the benefit of regular breaks. I care for all 5 kids, clean the house, cook the meals, do your laundry. You come home, and go straight to the kitchen to fix your plate. Never mind the fact that I'm standing there feeding babies, and I'm always the last person to eat, usually eating while I'm cleaning up the kitchen. Then you retire to your chair while I bathe babies, and you watch tv. I put kids to bed, and then you decide its time to complain that I'm not giving "it" up enough. Then we go to bed, only I'm up another 2 or 3 times a night with the little one, while you snore and roll into my spot....yet on top of all this, I'm supposed to go get a job..you're an ass.
Confession #244
I purposefully play passive/aggressive with you: it's what makes our marriage work. Sometime when I say things like "Man, I smell.", "I forgot to brush my teeth today.",or "I really need to [insert household chore here]." I really mean you. I'm sorry that I play this game with you, but if I come right out and say what I want, you get all pissy. This way I let you think that you had an original thought or that you're doing me a favor and we both win.
Another thing, when I say "I'm sorry that I'm not that good at sex."... yeah, I mean you again.
Confession #245
Why is it that I am expected to instantly forgive and forget when you screw up big time but you act like I've betrayed you if I make even the smallest mistake? Then you hold it against me for days or even weeks. I used to be perfectly willing to forgive and forget, and I have forgiven you for some huge things and never brought it up again, but after years of you refusing to do the same I just resent you more and more and find it harder and harder to forgive you for anything. And all of those things that I just let slide before, things that I had let go of long ago, are actually coming back to me and are becoming important to me again. And I hate you for it sometimes.
Confession #246
Sometimes when my girlfriends are complaining about their husbands, I nod my head and make something up about how my husband never picks up his socks. Really he’s perfectly handsome, smart, sexy, and motivated and he loves me to bits. I just feel bad bragging about it in the face of my poor friends' marital problems.
Confession #247
dear husband
I love you and our children. I don't mind cleaning up
after them but you are a grown man and more then
capable of putting your things away and cleaning up
after YOURSELF.
I'm not asking you do change diapers, do laundry,
clean up spilled juice or wash dishes--just put away
the lemonade after you pour a glass (or drink out of
the container as the case may be) take you dishes to
the kitchen sink, please don't leave them next to you
recliner; sometimes playing children knock them over,
the contents may spill or the dish may break.
Please put your dirty clothes in the laundry room so
that I can wash them, I am tired of finding dirty
socks and shirts under the furniture.
Please don't complain about the house being messy when
I've been outside mowing and raking all afternoon. I
can't be in 2 places at once.
And finally, I cannot read your mind-don't make faces
and complain about dinner when you are asked what
you'd like and tell me you don't care or say whatever.
just shut it and eat the damn lasagna.
love, your cranky wife
Confession #248
Yes, you designed and oversaw the construction of this big beautiful house
that we live in and I love you for it, but sometimes you fail to remember
that it was my credit and financial strength that made the financing
possible. Your credit was jacked up when we met, remember.
Confession #249
How is it that you can manage and supervise an 80 man crew in building 10
million dollars complex, but you can not get 2 little 5 year olds to pick up
their toys in their room? HUH? Why is that such a hard task?
Confession #250
Why is okay for your "little girls" to cry themselves to sleep when you want
to get busy, but when I am trying to get things ready for the next day I
should stop and pick them up?
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
True Wife Confessions 308 for Snipe Hunting
Confession #3081
Instead of resolutions I do themes: this year for 2010 is empowered. Just another term to hide the word selfish. I plan on being selfish for once and that means you need to get the hell out of my way and let go of my ankle. I wrote about a year or so ago bitching about a Christmas stunt you pulled and since then I have daydreamed of a divorce. I thought that I could pretend to make things happy, lie to myself, or just hang on for the kids...but the thing is I can't do it anymore. You are killing me mentally and physically making me sick. I have been sick the past two days playing our marriage over and over in my head and I fucking refuse to do it anymore. I consider this an amputation...though I could sure use the limb, I rather hop. As soon as I get my tax return I am taking you off the tit you thought you would suck on the rest of my life.
I wish I had the directions to la la land that a good portion of the world's population lives....but frankly it seems to crowded.
Confession #3082
the sex...used to be good. now, it's almost like you are on auto pilot and if I throw in an ooooh or an ahhhh at appropriate moments, you proclaim yourself "the man" and declare that our sex life is fantastic. it's not. those sex toys I bought at my friend's party? I didn't buy them "just to be nice" like I said. they get used quite frequently as soon as you leave the house.
Confession #3083
I have been happily married for 7 years. I recently came across this anonymous chat website *****, that lets you chat with a random stranger at the click of a button. It has become almost an addiction for me. I have problems making friends because of shyness, self-esteem issues but I am able to be freely and truly myself on this silly website. However, several of the best conversations I've had have been with men. I find it thrilling to know that they find me interesting and even sexy. They ask me questions and I get to hear their thoughts about life and love. The only one I've ever felt I could do this for and with is my husband. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my only lover. Talking to other men like this makes me feel powerful and it makes me feel sexier. I have not told my husband that I chat like this. Three times now I have begun chatting/emailing certain men outside of this random arena who I've had very deep and meaningful conversations with. We've even exchanged pictures. Two of the "relationships" have had sexual questions posed and answered. I've even sent one of them a couple of sexy (not nude) pictures.
I wonder if this counts as emotional cheating. I realize that the world of the internet poses many perception distortions - I know only what these men choose reveal and I have not built a life with them. We've never even truly met. But we know so much about each other, if everyone is being truthful.
This helps me feel better about myself and there is no real harm in it so I feel like it is okay. I never plan to meet, speak with on the phone, interact with on camera or interact any other way with them outside of chat and email. It has led to increased sex with my husband because I feel more self-confident that I really am attractive and sexy, not just to him. Is this the same as flirting with co-workers or receiving compliments or appreciation from the opposite sex about your ideas and personality? My husband goes out to work and has many interactions with women. Am I not just searching for the same type of validation?
Confession #3084
I don't like having sex at midnight or 1 AM when we're both exhausted and ready to crash. I do it because you're not interested in sex at any other time of the day. Why is that? You told me that was a problem in your marriage; the only time the two of you had sex was after everything else was done for the night and you were both tired. Why is it that you've set us up for that same cycle? I do approach you at other times, but you always shoot me down. Is it because you need to pop a little blue pill and wait for it to kick in? Fine; I don't mind. Just tell me and I'll give it another shot in an hour. But those pills aren't something we can talk about, are they. I know you take them and you know I know, but talking about it is strictly forbidden.
Confession #3085
I know that we laugh when you wake up mad at me after dreaming that I cheated on you. But it still hurts my feelings that you have those cheating dreams so often.
Confession #3086
In 8 to 12 weeks our divorce will be final. I am filled with joy.... and sadness. We were the couple everyone thought would make it... until I left. Then I had so many people telling me how glad they were I left, how I should of done it years ago. And then there were the apologies and confessions. My, my you did get around... even more than I had guessed and or knew. Oh yes.... our "open" relationship as long as it suited you. We both know why I rarely ever took advantage of that.... we both know I would leave. And I did. And I AM SO HAPPY! I miss you on some level.... but when I hear our daughter's weekend with you consisted of TV and you going out to "smoke"? I feel joy in my decision and I know I will never regret it.
Confession #3087
I confess -- I don't believe you. That woman showed up at our backdoor at midnight. You were in the shower when I answered it, and she said she needed to talk to you. I said you were busy. She said it was important, pushed past me, went straight to the bathroom and opened the door. I didn't hear what she said to you, but I heard you yell at her to get the fuck out of your house.
On her way back out, she told me you'd been lying to both of us, that you'd been seeing both of us all along, and that she'd been seeing you off and on for 18 years. When I asked you about it, you said you hadn't been with her for over 2 years (since we got together).
But why would a woman come cause trouble after 2 years? I have no proof so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But deep down? I don't believe you.
Confession #3088
Amor,
Thank you, you made my day yesterday by calling me at work. I know it has been hard for us, just when i thought you have given up on us, you surprised me by calling me. We are going to make this work one way or another.
I love you so much, it makes no sense to either of us but I do. And always will..
Confession #3089
I don't like your daughter- she's too skanky for my liking and I worry when she's around my children. I have tried and tried to be as nice and kind to her as possible, but she is sadly a reflection of the person who is raising her. Her mother, with whom she lives in another state, is pushing 40 and has been unemployed except for a brief, unsuccessful stint as a stripper...and she brings your daughter with her when she visits her "sugar daddies" (as your ex calls them) and "uncles" as your daughter calls them. At one time, one of mommy's sugar daddies' sons your daughter at 10 years old called her "boyfriend"- saying mommy would leave her with the son while she spent time with Uncle xxx so that Uncle xxx would "pay for mom's boob job". Why does that NOT worry you? YOU ARE SO SO BLIND!
Sometimes I don't want to be married to you because you are too stupid to get your daughter the Professional Help she so badly needs. And she needs an HPV shot, and at the age she is now, she needs to be on Birth Control. How can you say "everything's ok, my ex is a wonderful mother" when someone (the school? neighbors?) called Child Services MULTIPLE times? Can't you see by the way your daughter has turned out that she is merely a Meal Ticket for your ex? Your daughter was caught skanking in school- on the playground- don't you think that should have been the last straw to push you to fight for custody? She tried to have sex with the neighbor boy and I caught and stopped her, and you screamed at ME and called me a liar- maybe I should have just allowed you to suffer the embarassment of the her skank reputation to circulate our neighborhood? Or maybe she would have been knocked up at age 11-12? Maybe I should be so callous and say and do nothing to help her anymore. Why am I the only adult in her life who tries to help her? You are so blind and I'M NOT STEPPING IN ANYMORE, IT'S YOUR STUPID PROBLEM, I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO WITH MY OWN KIDS!
Why won't you confront your ex about exposing your daughter to her lifestyle? Are you enamoured with her fat, g-string wearing, mental health issues mom so much that you will allow your daughter to continue to suffer? Why would you allow your child to be raised by a Drug Addict? How pathetic. I mean, you are so stupid that you knocked up a Stripper/Hooker while paying for her services, AND THEN YOU MARRIED HER. ALL THIS WHILE SHE WAS LIVING WITH ANOTHER MAN. IS THIS CHILD EVEN YOURS? Dummy...why have you never demanded a paternity test????? STOP COMPLAINING TO ME ABOUT NOT HAVING MONEY BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR CHILD SUPPORT OUT OF YOUR ASS because YOU are the FOOL who (maybe) knocked up a HOOKER! STUPID- THAT"S WHAT HOOKERS DO, GO FOR YOUR MONEY, DUMBASS!
You are so wonderful with me and our family, that I feel conflicted whenever I have to witness the train wreck that is your daughter....I hate it when she visits. YOUR DAUGHTER IS A TOTAL TRAIN WRECK AND ALL ME AND THE KIDS CAN DO IS WITNESS THE MESS. I wonder are you truly this Colossally Stupid? Dense brained? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, MAN? If the community you served ever knew of this part of your life, your upstanding facade would be totally SHATTERED.
Confession #3090
When you say "I wish I could just die", it makes me angry. Because your children deserve to know their father. Because I'm at the point where I'm starting to agree with you. Because you're not willing to admit that you're depressed, and you need help. I feel like a bad person when I think "go ahead, get this shit over with, I'm still young, I can marry again." It's not fair that you dump everything on me. It's NOT my fault that you have some physical problems that need to be addressed, and YES, I believe you're probably 75% at fault because of your horrible diet and alcoholism. If you're going to continue to drink yourself to death, I'd like to request that you move it along. I'm not interested in spending the next 20 or 30 years watching you devolve into your grandfather - a man whose alcoholism you seem to revere. Get your priorities straight, you idiot. You're almost 40, and you're behaving like a goddamn 12 yr old. And stop telling me I want to divorce you, because one of these days I just might.
Instead of resolutions I do themes: this year for 2010 is empowered. Just another term to hide the word selfish. I plan on being selfish for once and that means you need to get the hell out of my way and let go of my ankle. I wrote about a year or so ago bitching about a Christmas stunt you pulled and since then I have daydreamed of a divorce. I thought that I could pretend to make things happy, lie to myself, or just hang on for the kids...but the thing is I can't do it anymore. You are killing me mentally and physically making me sick. I have been sick the past two days playing our marriage over and over in my head and I fucking refuse to do it anymore. I consider this an amputation...though I could sure use the limb, I rather hop. As soon as I get my tax return I am taking you off the tit you thought you would suck on the rest of my life.
I wish I had the directions to la la land that a good portion of the world's population lives....but frankly it seems to crowded.
Confession #3082
the sex...used to be good. now, it's almost like you are on auto pilot and if I throw in an ooooh or an ahhhh at appropriate moments, you proclaim yourself "the man" and declare that our sex life is fantastic. it's not. those sex toys I bought at my friend's party? I didn't buy them "just to be nice" like I said. they get used quite frequently as soon as you leave the house.
Confession #3083
I have been happily married for 7 years. I recently came across this anonymous chat website *****, that lets you chat with a random stranger at the click of a button. It has become almost an addiction for me. I have problems making friends because of shyness, self-esteem issues but I am able to be freely and truly myself on this silly website. However, several of the best conversations I've had have been with men. I find it thrilling to know that they find me interesting and even sexy. They ask me questions and I get to hear their thoughts about life and love. The only one I've ever felt I could do this for and with is my husband. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my only lover. Talking to other men like this makes me feel powerful and it makes me feel sexier. I have not told my husband that I chat like this. Three times now I have begun chatting/emailing certain men outside of this random arena who I've had very deep and meaningful conversations with. We've even exchanged pictures. Two of the "relationships" have had sexual questions posed and answered. I've even sent one of them a couple of sexy (not nude) pictures.
I wonder if this counts as emotional cheating. I realize that the world of the internet poses many perception distortions - I know only what these men choose reveal and I have not built a life with them. We've never even truly met. But we know so much about each other, if everyone is being truthful.
This helps me feel better about myself and there is no real harm in it so I feel like it is okay. I never plan to meet, speak with on the phone, interact with on camera or interact any other way with them outside of chat and email. It has led to increased sex with my husband because I feel more self-confident that I really am attractive and sexy, not just to him. Is this the same as flirting with co-workers or receiving compliments or appreciation from the opposite sex about your ideas and personality? My husband goes out to work and has many interactions with women. Am I not just searching for the same type of validation?
Confession #3084
I don't like having sex at midnight or 1 AM when we're both exhausted and ready to crash. I do it because you're not interested in sex at any other time of the day. Why is that? You told me that was a problem in your marriage; the only time the two of you had sex was after everything else was done for the night and you were both tired. Why is it that you've set us up for that same cycle? I do approach you at other times, but you always shoot me down. Is it because you need to pop a little blue pill and wait for it to kick in? Fine; I don't mind. Just tell me and I'll give it another shot in an hour. But those pills aren't something we can talk about, are they. I know you take them and you know I know, but talking about it is strictly forbidden.
Confession #3085
I know that we laugh when you wake up mad at me after dreaming that I cheated on you. But it still hurts my feelings that you have those cheating dreams so often.
Confession #3086
In 8 to 12 weeks our divorce will be final. I am filled with joy.... and sadness. We were the couple everyone thought would make it... until I left. Then I had so many people telling me how glad they were I left, how I should of done it years ago. And then there were the apologies and confessions. My, my you did get around... even more than I had guessed and or knew. Oh yes.... our "open" relationship as long as it suited you. We both know why I rarely ever took advantage of that.... we both know I would leave. And I did. And I AM SO HAPPY! I miss you on some level.... but when I hear our daughter's weekend with you consisted of TV and you going out to "smoke"? I feel joy in my decision and I know I will never regret it.
Confession #3087
I confess -- I don't believe you. That woman showed up at our backdoor at midnight. You were in the shower when I answered it, and she said she needed to talk to you. I said you were busy. She said it was important, pushed past me, went straight to the bathroom and opened the door. I didn't hear what she said to you, but I heard you yell at her to get the fuck out of your house.
On her way back out, she told me you'd been lying to both of us, that you'd been seeing both of us all along, and that she'd been seeing you off and on for 18 years. When I asked you about it, you said you hadn't been with her for over 2 years (since we got together).
But why would a woman come cause trouble after 2 years? I have no proof so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But deep down? I don't believe you.
Confession #3088
Amor,
Thank you, you made my day yesterday by calling me at work. I know it has been hard for us, just when i thought you have given up on us, you surprised me by calling me. We are going to make this work one way or another.
I love you so much, it makes no sense to either of us but I do. And always will..
Confession #3089
I don't like your daughter- she's too skanky for my liking and I worry when she's around my children. I have tried and tried to be as nice and kind to her as possible, but she is sadly a reflection of the person who is raising her. Her mother, with whom she lives in another state, is pushing 40 and has been unemployed except for a brief, unsuccessful stint as a stripper...and she brings your daughter with her when she visits her "sugar daddies" (as your ex calls them) and "uncles" as your daughter calls them. At one time, one of mommy's sugar daddies' sons your daughter at 10 years old called her "boyfriend"- saying mommy would leave her with the son while she spent time with Uncle xxx so that Uncle xxx would "pay for mom's boob job". Why does that NOT worry you? YOU ARE SO SO BLIND!
Sometimes I don't want to be married to you because you are too stupid to get your daughter the Professional Help she so badly needs. And she needs an HPV shot, and at the age she is now, she needs to be on Birth Control. How can you say "everything's ok, my ex is a wonderful mother" when someone (the school? neighbors?) called Child Services MULTIPLE times? Can't you see by the way your daughter has turned out that she is merely a Meal Ticket for your ex? Your daughter was caught skanking in school- on the playground- don't you think that should have been the last straw to push you to fight for custody? She tried to have sex with the neighbor boy and I caught and stopped her, and you screamed at ME and called me a liar- maybe I should have just allowed you to suffer the embarassment of the her skank reputation to circulate our neighborhood? Or maybe she would have been knocked up at age 11-12? Maybe I should be so callous and say and do nothing to help her anymore. Why am I the only adult in her life who tries to help her? You are so blind and I'M NOT STEPPING IN ANYMORE, IT'S YOUR STUPID PROBLEM, I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO WITH MY OWN KIDS!
Why won't you confront your ex about exposing your daughter to her lifestyle? Are you enamoured with her fat, g-string wearing, mental health issues mom so much that you will allow your daughter to continue to suffer? Why would you allow your child to be raised by a Drug Addict? How pathetic. I mean, you are so stupid that you knocked up a Stripper/Hooker while paying for her services, AND THEN YOU MARRIED HER. ALL THIS WHILE SHE WAS LIVING WITH ANOTHER MAN. IS THIS CHILD EVEN YOURS? Dummy...why have you never demanded a paternity test????? STOP COMPLAINING TO ME ABOUT NOT HAVING MONEY BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR CHILD SUPPORT OUT OF YOUR ASS because YOU are the FOOL who (maybe) knocked up a HOOKER! STUPID- THAT"S WHAT HOOKERS DO, GO FOR YOUR MONEY, DUMBASS!
You are so wonderful with me and our family, that I feel conflicted whenever I have to witness the train wreck that is your daughter....I hate it when she visits. YOUR DAUGHTER IS A TOTAL TRAIN WRECK AND ALL ME AND THE KIDS CAN DO IS WITNESS THE MESS. I wonder are you truly this Colossally Stupid? Dense brained? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, MAN? If the community you served ever knew of this part of your life, your upstanding facade would be totally SHATTERED.
Confession #3090
When you say "I wish I could just die", it makes me angry. Because your children deserve to know their father. Because I'm at the point where I'm starting to agree with you. Because you're not willing to admit that you're depressed, and you need help. I feel like a bad person when I think "go ahead, get this shit over with, I'm still young, I can marry again." It's not fair that you dump everything on me. It's NOT my fault that you have some physical problems that need to be addressed, and YES, I believe you're probably 75% at fault because of your horrible diet and alcoholism. If you're going to continue to drink yourself to death, I'd like to request that you move it along. I'm not interested in spending the next 20 or 30 years watching you devolve into your grandfather - a man whose alcoholism you seem to revere. Get your priorities straight, you idiot. You're almost 40, and you're behaving like a goddamn 12 yr old. And stop telling me I want to divorce you, because one of these days I just might.
Monday, January 25, 2010
True Wife Confessions 24, Sans Kiefer Sutherland
Confession #231
Sometimes I wonder if we should really be together. If it weren't for our
daughter, I'm not sure I would put up with your bullshit.
Confession #232
Have I told you I hate your family? From your alcoholic brother, to your
sister and her inane blathering about nothing, to your father who watched
me from our living rooom, drinking coffee, while I shoveled 18 inches of
snow from our driveway at 6am before I went to work, to your mother who
said "I'll just make some dinner for me and your father" after I came home
from work and picking up our son from football. I mean, hey, don't bother
with us.... we aren't tired or hungry and god knows, we don't have to
eat...... assholes. Next time you go into the hospital and they come to
"help", tell them I'd rather sit through a discussion of third world
politics with Paris Hilton.... at least it will be shorter than their visit
and I know there is an end in sight.
Confession #233
Why do you get pissed off when I ask you not to say inappropriate things in front of our children? I appreciate the fact that you think I'm sexy, but when our seven year old son snuggles up to me and lays his head on my chest, don't look at him and say "hey, those are MINE." That is just wrong, and could be confusing to a child.
Confession #234
I rarely ever orgasm with you. I've faked it 99% of the time that I've been with you. Now that we have two small children, and you continue to not show me any day to day affection, or appreciation, yet have the ability to criticize multiple times a day, I loathe every time we have sex. I find no enjoyment in it. It's all an act. I just go through the motions and wait for it to be done and when it is, I just feel cheap and used up. You're sucking the lively hood out of me, and I just let it happen because I would never be able to support the kids with out your income
Confession #235
Please, for the love of GOD, tell your friends that I don't want to host guests EVERY NIGHT!!! I don't want to go to someone's house to hang out every night that we don't have guests, either. I want some time, just the two of us, to run around the house in our underwear, so to speak. I hate that we can't even spend our ANNIVERSARY together without five different people trying to convince us to go hang out with them even after I've politely declined their offer, explaining that it's our anniversary!!! Some of these friends are in their thirties and forties. They should be grown-up enought to take NO for an answer the first time, not to mention the tenth time I have to say it! If you don't tell them, so help me God, I'm going to tell them, and when I do, we just might have plenty of one-on-one time together for quite a while, get it? And BTW, don't try saying it's her just the same as him, because she's told me she'd rather the two of them spend some alone time at their own house, if she could get him to. You could also be a man and tell them NO yourself, instead of telling them to ask me every time! Grow some, and JUST SAY NO!!
Confession #236
I remember telling you after dating for a month that I had done some things I was not proud of and that if you couldn't handle it you were free to leave. Basically, I would never tell you my NUMBER. Give you the LIST. And I wouldn't want to know yours. You hugged me and said that you didn't care what I had done before. You loved me for who I turned out to be because of those experiences. But, after three years of dating and two years of marriage, you've started to take jabs at the amount of guys I've slept with. I fucking hate you for that. It's really not fair. Doesn't stop me from loving you because I think you're feeling insecure about our postmarried kind of boring sex life, but it still pisses me off. Don't throw that shit in my face.
Confession #237
Yes, I have a cocktail in my hand. Again. For the third night this week. I am the sole caregiver for our young children. The fact that I have a cocktail in my hand 2-3 nights a week...the moment you walk in the door? Ought to be a given!
The fact that I don't wake up in the morning, roll out of bed and immediately pour myself a martini? Well, that is more of a miracle than the Virgin Mary!
Confession #238
You think I'm the perfect wife. You think I enjoy cuddling with you. You have no idea that I'm in love with a woman and have learned why I was never comfortable with the physical part of our relationship.
Confession #239
I'm having a hard time remembering why we got married in the first place, the level of resentment that I feel on almost a daily basis is really starting to "taint" my outlook. I'm tired of coming to you and asking, begging, pleading, yelling, seducing, talking to you about the same thing over and over. I've tried every tactic and it's always the same, I get nothing. How can you expect me to not feel this way when day after day you come home from work and leave it all up to me??? You work late, come home, eat your dinner and spend a lot of your free time on the computer. Do you not realize how shitty I feel when I tell you that I feel lonely and that I need you? Do you not realize how angry it makes me??? Do you not realize that you are supposed to be the 'man of the house' and you need to step it up and HELP ME???? I don't think I can lower my expectations anymore than they already are. This is not the kind of relationship I wanted and it makes me sad.
Confession #240
You made me stop drinking, when you are the one with the outrageous drinking problem. It is so bad, I can't even drink wine with my dinner. When I tell you I'm going to my mothers house for the weekend to help her out, I'm really checked into a hotel drinking all weekend with my girlfriends, and you are the one footing the bill.
Sometimes I wonder if we should really be together. If it weren't for our
daughter, I'm not sure I would put up with your bullshit.
Confession #232
Have I told you I hate your family? From your alcoholic brother, to your
sister and her inane blathering about nothing, to your father who watched
me from our living rooom, drinking coffee, while I shoveled 18 inches of
snow from our driveway at 6am before I went to work, to your mother who
said "I'll just make some dinner for me and your father" after I came home
from work and picking up our son from football. I mean, hey, don't bother
with us.... we aren't tired or hungry and god knows, we don't have to
eat...... assholes. Next time you go into the hospital and they come to
"help", tell them I'd rather sit through a discussion of third world
politics with Paris Hilton.... at least it will be shorter than their visit
and I know there is an end in sight.
Confession #233
Why do you get pissed off when I ask you not to say inappropriate things in front of our children? I appreciate the fact that you think I'm sexy, but when our seven year old son snuggles up to me and lays his head on my chest, don't look at him and say "hey, those are MINE." That is just wrong, and could be confusing to a child.
Confession #234
I rarely ever orgasm with you. I've faked it 99% of the time that I've been with you. Now that we have two small children, and you continue to not show me any day to day affection, or appreciation, yet have the ability to criticize multiple times a day, I loathe every time we have sex. I find no enjoyment in it. It's all an act. I just go through the motions and wait for it to be done and when it is, I just feel cheap and used up. You're sucking the lively hood out of me, and I just let it happen because I would never be able to support the kids with out your income
Confession #235
Please, for the love of GOD, tell your friends that I don't want to host guests EVERY NIGHT!!! I don't want to go to someone's house to hang out every night that we don't have guests, either. I want some time, just the two of us, to run around the house in our underwear, so to speak. I hate that we can't even spend our ANNIVERSARY together without five different people trying to convince us to go hang out with them even after I've politely declined their offer, explaining that it's our anniversary!!! Some of these friends are in their thirties and forties. They should be grown-up enought to take NO for an answer the first time, not to mention the tenth time I have to say it! If you don't tell them, so help me God, I'm going to tell them, and when I do, we just might have plenty of one-on-one time together for quite a while, get it? And BTW, don't try saying it's her just the same as him, because she's told me she'd rather the two of them spend some alone time at their own house, if she could get him to. You could also be a man and tell them NO yourself, instead of telling them to ask me every time! Grow some, and JUST SAY NO!!
Confession #236
I remember telling you after dating for a month that I had done some things I was not proud of and that if you couldn't handle it you were free to leave. Basically, I would never tell you my NUMBER. Give you the LIST. And I wouldn't want to know yours. You hugged me and said that you didn't care what I had done before. You loved me for who I turned out to be because of those experiences. But, after three years of dating and two years of marriage, you've started to take jabs at the amount of guys I've slept with. I fucking hate you for that. It's really not fair. Doesn't stop me from loving you because I think you're feeling insecure about our postmarried kind of boring sex life, but it still pisses me off. Don't throw that shit in my face.
Confession #237
Yes, I have a cocktail in my hand. Again. For the third night this week. I am the sole caregiver for our young children. The fact that I have a cocktail in my hand 2-3 nights a week...the moment you walk in the door? Ought to be a given!
The fact that I don't wake up in the morning, roll out of bed and immediately pour myself a martini? Well, that is more of a miracle than the Virgin Mary!
Confession #238
You think I'm the perfect wife. You think I enjoy cuddling with you. You have no idea that I'm in love with a woman and have learned why I was never comfortable with the physical part of our relationship.
Confession #239
I'm having a hard time remembering why we got married in the first place, the level of resentment that I feel on almost a daily basis is really starting to "taint" my outlook. I'm tired of coming to you and asking, begging, pleading, yelling, seducing, talking to you about the same thing over and over. I've tried every tactic and it's always the same, I get nothing. How can you expect me to not feel this way when day after day you come home from work and leave it all up to me??? You work late, come home, eat your dinner and spend a lot of your free time on the computer. Do you not realize how shitty I feel when I tell you that I feel lonely and that I need you? Do you not realize how angry it makes me??? Do you not realize that you are supposed to be the 'man of the house' and you need to step it up and HELP ME???? I don't think I can lower my expectations anymore than they already are. This is not the kind of relationship I wanted and it makes me sad.
Confession #240
You made me stop drinking, when you are the one with the outrageous drinking problem. It is so bad, I can't even drink wine with my dinner. When I tell you I'm going to my mothers house for the weekend to help her out, I'm really checked into a hotel drinking all weekend with my girlfriends, and you are the one footing the bill.
Monday, January 11, 2010
True Wife Confessions 307
Confession #3071
You have a cold. You are not going to die (unless I strangle you for being such a punk when you have a cold).
Confession #3072
You heard her vomiting, so your fake "I didn't hear it cause I was asleep and thought it was a dream" thing is NOT working. I was not a happy parent to have to deal with the vomitfest alone.
Confession #3073
I found out your gift to me this Christmas only cost $29.00 and then you said you had a $10 rebate to mail in. So you only spent $19 on me?? I am not materialistic and would be perfectly satisfied with this until I saw your other gifts to your mother and son. You spent well over $300! WTF? Am I not worth more than that? After all I do for you? I regret spending so much on you and wish I could take it all back. This is just icing on the cake compared to the other things you have done the last few months. Apparently the only people you aim to please is your immediate family that obviously I am not part of. And by the way, those gift cards you received for those restaurants. God forbid you take me out to a nice dinner. In fact go ahead and spend them with your buddies drinking at lunch.....Things are about to change drastically between us. You're such an asshole!
Confession #3074
im sick and tired of your whining and 'me me me' attitude. u sound just like a four year old and its getting on my nerves. im not sure if i even love you anymore! u rarely act like a man! the only time u did act like one was when i ended up in hospital NEARLY DEAD. that was the only time in nearly two years. why? why do you make commitments and promises and tell me that you'll grow up and u don't even TRY to keep them?!
i cant even talk to you about my problems or my day anymore because all you want to do is talk about YOURSELF and YOUR work and YOUR insecurities and YOUR problems! dont i exist? if i even try to approach you about this fucked up attitude of yours you just start crying even if we have a small fight! i dont even cry as much as you do! im a woman! u cry more then a girl! why do you do this to me? you've shattered all of my self esteem just because you havent got any or at least pretend you don't, you just lean on me for everything and i cant even TALK to you about my problems because u start talking about yourself and how much u dont like your workplace and how much u dont feel like going to work and how much u dont know how u can have more self confidence.. well even i have got my own problems mister. grow up! u say u cant have a normal self esteem.. why? i have a normal one and i had a hard and abusive childhood and u've had a perfect one and claim u havent got any self esteem?!
i dread the days when im going to see u because everytime i say a tiny bit about myself u start huffing and puffing because u say that all i talk about is my hair and make up and my friends. what do you want me to talk about?? how great u are? you sometimes ask me why i dont open up that much to you nowadays! its obvious why i dont open up to you! u're the most self-centered person i know and yet you claim that you're not! what do YOU want from me?!
and yet everytime i feel like i want to leave u, something happens and i get all stiff because i dont know how i can do it, uve done soo much for me and i know u love me! u treat me like a princess and try all that u can to cheer me up and make me happy whenever something goes wrong or i've had a bad day and i feel so obligated towards you! yet you always manage to get me wrong and now im so confused i feel like crying every time i talk to youand although sometimes i feel like i want to leave you, other times i feel like i cant be without you and yet when you do all those fucked up things u seem to love to do, i feel like i resent you and i dont want to be with you and i want everything to come back the way it was when we were still friends and u were always doped up on everything u laid hands on and i was always running around with my best friends and do whatever i wanted to do with them because i love them so much and i love u too but i cant do stuff i want to do with you sometimes! i cant even get slightly tipsy or drunk when im with you because u start acting like some sour puss even when your friends talk to me u seem like u get jealous and everything even if a guy talks to me u seem like u want to break his nose! u know i hate that you make me feel incompetent and unable to do stuff by myself! now because of your fucked up attitude im starting to like someone else and i REALLY like him i look foreward to talk to him and everything even though i know i shouldnt feel this way but i cant help it :s u really make me feel like im locked up in a room where i cant express myself or anything! i dont even THINK about telling u all this because if i do, im sure u'd misunderstand me like u do all the time when i try to tell you and ull start crying and telling me its not ur fault and you'd blame everything around u and even myself and u wouldnt even let me finish ONE sentence! i really want to show u this but i cant.. im even feeling tired every time i talk to you and i feel like im really doing a huge effort even by answering the phone every time u call me because ur so fucking insecure that u ask me all kinds of questions from WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY DIDNT YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?! to am i bothering you? or even 'am i doing good? am i man enough now?
yes sometimes you do bother me! i've got so much to tell u and u dont even let me say a single word and then u make me feel really guilty because u start crying and whimpering and saying its all your fault and when u do that u make me feel soo frustrated i feel like i cant even talk about my feelings and i have to do everything to please you..
oh and dont get me started by the sex and how good it was at first and how now i dread it and prefer masturbating more then doing it with you..
Confession #3075
Why is it that you can NEVER let me be my own person. You said that you would change and I could start to have my own friends...But then you go back to your old ways..i thought you learned when i went away that I could do this without you..And you what, you just should me that you will never change...FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU...
I was so much happier when i was away, I was me..Do you really care to really get to know me and who I really am...
Maybe if I am really gone from here and there is no way that you can ever hurt me again...would you even care..i doubt you will give a shit if i didn't wake up tomorrow.
But I promised a very special person in my life that i would never leave him or my girls to deal with that kind of pain..
Confession #3076
I don't like taking care of you. You are worse than any child. I thought marriage would be a team effort at raising children, taking care of a home, etc. You however, seem to think we are all in servitude to you. That if you just "show up" you are contributing. That communicating means being under the same roof. You think sitting in the same room gets you brownie points. That coming home at 7:00 from the gym each night to have a meal with you wife in kids in your sweaty gym clothes is a sacrifce. Your youngest goes to bed at 8:30. How can you really get to know her, you eat, you shower, you plant your butt in front of the TV night after night. Sometimes you make it to bed and sometimes you don't. You can't talk about anything interesting, you only talk about you and your work.
What happened to the guy that I dated. We danced, we traveled, we went to movies, we took the kids to the park, on so on and so on. We talked on the phone for hours when we were dating, now a grunt or a work rant is the extent of our dialogue.
Oh, I know. You got everything you wanted. Custody of your daughter, me, a new house, a new job, and a new baby. Well, you are gonna lose it all. You have already lost your oldest daughter. You are too interested in yourself and your needs to see that you are losing the people around you.
Your mood swings suck! You have more PMS than I do. Your either totally checked out and wrapped up in your own thoughts or you are ranting because everything didn't go your way. You say you are "self contained" I say you are selfish.
You don't help around the house. You resent doing anything in the yard.. You are boring. You let your own 2 year old grab "big girl" scissors and sit right beside you while I am getting groceries.........you are so involved with your precious TV you dont' even notice. Christ. How did your first daughter survive you????
Checked out. Now it's my turn. Focus on your family, focus on your marriage. Get out of your own head! PS- let's have sex sometime other than midnight. PSS- let it last more than 3-5 minutes! What did you use up all your energy at the gym and all of your creativity at work????
ARRRGGGHHH! The next ten years are mine :-) Pay attention. Change is in your future.
Confession #3077
My father died nine years ago, but this morning I had such a vivid dream that he was standing next to me in my old house. He was giving me comfort because I was frustrated about the piles of clutter, worn-out junk, and garbage everywhere because I'm very proud of keeping a very tidy house. He kissed me on the top of the head, gave me a shoulder-to-shoulder hug, and said, "It's just a phase. This too, shall pass." I woke up smiling because he used to say that phrase every time I realized I had to break up with some immature jerk of a boyfriend that was using me, was using drugs, was unreliable, or was just generally no good.
Seconds after I got up to let the dogs out, I heard you stomping around and acting like a little child because you couldn't get my truck to start. You wrecked your car last week, and you keep changing the blame among icy conditions,the quality of your tires, and the unpredictability of front-wheel drive cars. (You could have slowed down on the slick roads, you had the money to buy tires but chose to save it instead, and I managed to get my front-wheel drive car four times the distance without incident by driving cautiously.) I went back out into the storm and spent two hours waiting with you for the tow truck to take the car to a mechanic. I even bought you dinner afterwards. I don't want to be your chauffer until it's fixed, so I let you borrow my truck this morning. It's not as fancy as the classic car you have sitting in the garage or the other classic car you're having rebuilt, but it runs and has good tires. My truck ran just fine yesterday when it got an oil change and clean bill of health from the mechanic, and it started just fine when I went out there in my pajamas to give it a try this morning. Instead of admitting you're an idiot, you continued to shout and act as if your problems were somehow my fault. Not only are your problems not my fault, there isn't a single one of them I haven't helped you deal with. The fact that you would stand there taking your frustrations out on me moments after I'd gotten out of bed is a real eye opener about your maturity, your character, your gratitude for the generosity of the people in your life, your ability to plan and solve problems, and further proof that you're not right for me. You want to shout? Bring it on, my daddy didn't raise a door mat. You're lucky I decided not to kick you to the curb today. I'm not doing a damn thing for you until you apologize and sound like you mean it. Let's see what a few weeks of riding the bus does to your attitude.
Confession #3078
I know what I’m doing is wrong and that I’ve finally turned into a “statistic” but I feel like I can’t help myself. I’m your average, middle class, married working woman, two kids, nice house, church going, supportive family. Everything that should make me a “good” person. Here I am in the midst of a tumultuous affair with my next-door neighborhood.
We started as neighbors, friends. A little banter here, a little banter there. Suddenly I was in a whirlwind of having a crush. It was fun, harmless I told myself. Then that fateful night came. A neighborhood party. We hung out for hours, totally PG flirting. HE confessed HE wasn’t happily married. I could feel the tension between us. The interest. The desire. A few days later, a rare warm late fall day we got to be outside for hours with the kids. Flirting was rampant though kept in check due to the presence of both our spouses. In an opportune moment, HE leaned over and whispered HIS email address to me and asked me to email HIM the next day.
Our email exchange was/is ridiculous. Sometimes as many as 50 emails back and forth a day. Pushing for more information, teasing, flirting, challenging me. I had the opportunity to be home early one day and let HIM know. HE came over to “talk.” I was a nervous schoolgirl. Couldn’t hardly look HIM in the eye. Things got close, intense. HE said I had to make the first move; I started to and then hesitated. He pulled back. A moment later, HE dove in. The most amazing kissing of my life. All the while, I was thinking, “I am breaking my marriage vows right here in my own kitchen with my next door neighbor. Seriously? This is my life?”
More phone calls and emails. Such chemistry. A few days later things progressed. I stopped just in the nick of time. Who am I doing this? On my own couch with my own neighbor? More days passed. Hundreds of emails, more than a few phone calls. We started having sex on a fairly regular basis.
Almost three months later, I’m obsessed, wrapped up in a web of mixed emotions. I long to be with him but know it’s virtually impossible. Relationship with husband is seriously on the rocks and essentially over. All that’s left is for me to tell him it’s officially over. Know I’m hurting him but feel like I can’t imagine a life with us together ever again. As much as I try not to think of a “future” with HIM, it’s getting harder by the day.
We avoid talking about feelings other than to tease each other. We both have said we’re crazy for each other. My marriage is/will be ending soon. Not so sure about his. Life is complicated. Now the question is, will I be happy being the other woman in his life if he decides he can’t leave yet?
Confession #3079
I sleep terribly when you are away on business.
Confession #3080
Dear Friend,
We have known each other for 10 years now. When we met, I was married. I knew you were attracted to me because I was the first woman you approached that night. I know I was the first because I noticed you when you walked in the door. We talked for a half an hour, just about random things before it came up I was married. You immediately got up to pursue other interests.
It is good that you did. I never cheated on my husband, nor was I ever tempted. But after getting to know you over the years, in every way, you could have been the one to tempt me. Thank you for not tempting me. Instead, you end up with my best friend. Whew, I thought that was great. You would be a good friend and had a good woman and it was how it was supposed to be.
Fast forward 2 years. Here I am going through a divorce and quite confused about it. I never had second thoughts about you, but you were a dear friend to me during that time. You gave me a male perspective when all I had were my female friends' thoughts and advice. The three of us became fast friends. It was alway the three of us.
I remember the first night you approached me. The three of us went out; you, me and your girlfriend, who was my best friend. I remember feeling low about my self for some time and got dressed up that night. You immediately took notice and complimented me. I didn't think anything of it; just a nice compliment from a friend. We went to a couple of bars before finding one and staying there for the evening. We were all having a great time drinking and dancing. I remember needing to take a break so I sat down at our table. She stayed up on the dance floor and you came to join me soon after. We were just randomly talking for a while and then you said it.
You told me how attracted to me you were. How you always had been. Then you told me how you thought about contacting me while she was out of town because you found a scrap of paper with my number written on it. I asked why you didn't and you had said you weren't sure how I would react. I at that moment still was unsure of how to react. When I did react, well we know what happened.
Somewhere between the alchohol, the sexual tension between us and the knowledge that I could take something away from the "perfect" best friend, we ended up outside behind the bar completely engrossed in each other's lips.
That in itself was wrong. We were almost caught right then and there. We should have credited it to a drunken mistake. Are either of us that easily right minded and strong willed? No, we had too much chemistry and curiosity to stop there. We managed to figure out that we would leave my car at the bar and I would go to you and her's place because I was too drunk to drive, then you would take me to get my car in the morning on your way to work. We tried that night when she passed out, but we were too paranoid and felt too guilty. Again, we should have left it at that. Not us!
We had an awkward ride to my car. Very quiet and reflective of what happened or didn't happen the night before. When we reached my car, that elephant that was sitting in the backseat piped up. You asked if we should or were going to continue with the events of the previous night. I should have said no. I could have said no. I said to follow me home.
We proceeded to have AMAZING sex. So amazing that we are still having it 8 years later! We should have never started, considering the circumstances. But we did, and I have enjoyed every minute of it.
Yes, there were several years that we did not see each other. We would talk occasionally, to keep up. But I was around when you first met your wife, and continued to be around well into your courtship. We only played once while you were actually married, and only because I was broken up with the man I spent 5 years with. Why was it ok with me for you to be the cheater but not me? I will never know the answer to that.
We then move forward to this past summer. You called me out of the blue and told me you were getting divorced. I know it crushed you and you needed a friend. Not just sexually, but just someone to be there. I was dealing wiht the realization that the last break-up with him of 5 years was just that; the LAST break-up because it was really over. So in the last 10 years, we have both walked each other through a divorce and a break-up or two.
Of course we started sleeping together. That is what we do. We are too attracted to eache other and have amazing sex and neither of us has to put another notch in the belt or try to invest in something new. We started off by getting together once, maybe twice a week. Then one night you asked me to stay. We had never spent the night together. You held me all night. I liked it.
I liked it because it was comfortable. It was nice to be held. You feel the same. We started spending every night that neither of us had our kids together. It would progress to 4-5 days a week. We got into very heavy conversation. There "I love you's" thrown out. There were all the "what might have beens". Then you got to the "Who cares if she finds out? It's been so long". We do love each other, I think more than each of us will admit, but we can't be together. And that is all on me.
I am not willing to give up that friendship and many other friendships that will sever if the truth of us ever came out. I wish I could, but I can't. You make me laugh. We can talk about anything. We can be silly. We dance. We are too much alike. We better each other. But it can't happen and we both agree on it.
So if we both agree on that, and we both like spending this time with each other, are we hurting or helping each other? I think it's both. You do too. We have both said that it will break both of our hearts the day one of us walks away due to finding someone else we can be with. But I am not actively pursuing that avenue. The main reason is that I don't want to find someone I actually like and have to give you up. You are comfort to me.
For that reason, I said we should slow down. I am getting too attached. You agreed. But we also agreed to get through the holidays because no one wants to be alone. We made it through Thanksgiving. Now let's get through the New Year and see where we are.
I love you and I know you love me. Whether we are in love, I don't know and don't think that we would ever admit it if we were. But I do know that I have become a better person because of you. You made me believe that I am good enough. Even when I am not feeling like I am. I know I have helped you get to a better place as well.
No matter what happens, we know that we will always be the best of friends and we will have each other in our lives for the rest of them. I love you friend.
Let's dance tonight!
You have a cold. You are not going to die (unless I strangle you for being such a punk when you have a cold).
Confession #3072
You heard her vomiting, so your fake "I didn't hear it cause I was asleep and thought it was a dream" thing is NOT working. I was not a happy parent to have to deal with the vomitfest alone.
Confession #3073
I found out your gift to me this Christmas only cost $29.00 and then you said you had a $10 rebate to mail in. So you only spent $19 on me?? I am not materialistic and would be perfectly satisfied with this until I saw your other gifts to your mother and son. You spent well over $300! WTF? Am I not worth more than that? After all I do for you? I regret spending so much on you and wish I could take it all back. This is just icing on the cake compared to the other things you have done the last few months. Apparently the only people you aim to please is your immediate family that obviously I am not part of. And by the way, those gift cards you received for those restaurants. God forbid you take me out to a nice dinner. In fact go ahead and spend them with your buddies drinking at lunch.....Things are about to change drastically between us. You're such an asshole!
Confession #3074
im sick and tired of your whining and 'me me me' attitude. u sound just like a four year old and its getting on my nerves. im not sure if i even love you anymore! u rarely act like a man! the only time u did act like one was when i ended up in hospital NEARLY DEAD. that was the only time in nearly two years. why? why do you make commitments and promises and tell me that you'll grow up and u don't even TRY to keep them?!
i cant even talk to you about my problems or my day anymore because all you want to do is talk about YOURSELF and YOUR work and YOUR insecurities and YOUR problems! dont i exist? if i even try to approach you about this fucked up attitude of yours you just start crying even if we have a small fight! i dont even cry as much as you do! im a woman! u cry more then a girl! why do you do this to me? you've shattered all of my self esteem just because you havent got any or at least pretend you don't, you just lean on me for everything and i cant even TALK to you about my problems because u start talking about yourself and how much u dont like your workplace and how much u dont feel like going to work and how much u dont know how u can have more self confidence.. well even i have got my own problems mister. grow up! u say u cant have a normal self esteem.. why? i have a normal one and i had a hard and abusive childhood and u've had a perfect one and claim u havent got any self esteem?!
i dread the days when im going to see u because everytime i say a tiny bit about myself u start huffing and puffing because u say that all i talk about is my hair and make up and my friends. what do you want me to talk about?? how great u are? you sometimes ask me why i dont open up that much to you nowadays! its obvious why i dont open up to you! u're the most self-centered person i know and yet you claim that you're not! what do YOU want from me?!
and yet everytime i feel like i want to leave u, something happens and i get all stiff because i dont know how i can do it, uve done soo much for me and i know u love me! u treat me like a princess and try all that u can to cheer me up and make me happy whenever something goes wrong or i've had a bad day and i feel so obligated towards you! yet you always manage to get me wrong and now im so confused i feel like crying every time i talk to youand although sometimes i feel like i want to leave you, other times i feel like i cant be without you and yet when you do all those fucked up things u seem to love to do, i feel like i resent you and i dont want to be with you and i want everything to come back the way it was when we were still friends and u were always doped up on everything u laid hands on and i was always running around with my best friends and do whatever i wanted to do with them because i love them so much and i love u too but i cant do stuff i want to do with you sometimes! i cant even get slightly tipsy or drunk when im with you because u start acting like some sour puss even when your friends talk to me u seem like u get jealous and everything even if a guy talks to me u seem like u want to break his nose! u know i hate that you make me feel incompetent and unable to do stuff by myself! now because of your fucked up attitude im starting to like someone else and i REALLY like him i look foreward to talk to him and everything even though i know i shouldnt feel this way but i cant help it :s u really make me feel like im locked up in a room where i cant express myself or anything! i dont even THINK about telling u all this because if i do, im sure u'd misunderstand me like u do all the time when i try to tell you and ull start crying and telling me its not ur fault and you'd blame everything around u and even myself and u wouldnt even let me finish ONE sentence! i really want to show u this but i cant.. im even feeling tired every time i talk to you and i feel like im really doing a huge effort even by answering the phone every time u call me because ur so fucking insecure that u ask me all kinds of questions from WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY DIDNT YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?! to am i bothering you? or even 'am i doing good? am i man enough now?
yes sometimes you do bother me! i've got so much to tell u and u dont even let me say a single word and then u make me feel really guilty because u start crying and whimpering and saying its all your fault and when u do that u make me feel soo frustrated i feel like i cant even talk about my feelings and i have to do everything to please you..
oh and dont get me started by the sex and how good it was at first and how now i dread it and prefer masturbating more then doing it with you..
Confession #3075
Why is it that you can NEVER let me be my own person. You said that you would change and I could start to have my own friends...But then you go back to your old ways..i thought you learned when i went away that I could do this without you..And you what, you just should me that you will never change...FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU...
I was so much happier when i was away, I was me..Do you really care to really get to know me and who I really am...
Maybe if I am really gone from here and there is no way that you can ever hurt me again...would you even care..i doubt you will give a shit if i didn't wake up tomorrow.
But I promised a very special person in my life that i would never leave him or my girls to deal with that kind of pain..
Confession #3076
I don't like taking care of you. You are worse than any child. I thought marriage would be a team effort at raising children, taking care of a home, etc. You however, seem to think we are all in servitude to you. That if you just "show up" you are contributing. That communicating means being under the same roof. You think sitting in the same room gets you brownie points. That coming home at 7:00 from the gym each night to have a meal with you wife in kids in your sweaty gym clothes is a sacrifce. Your youngest goes to bed at 8:30. How can you really get to know her, you eat, you shower, you plant your butt in front of the TV night after night. Sometimes you make it to bed and sometimes you don't. You can't talk about anything interesting, you only talk about you and your work.
What happened to the guy that I dated. We danced, we traveled, we went to movies, we took the kids to the park, on so on and so on. We talked on the phone for hours when we were dating, now a grunt or a work rant is the extent of our dialogue.
Oh, I know. You got everything you wanted. Custody of your daughter, me, a new house, a new job, and a new baby. Well, you are gonna lose it all. You have already lost your oldest daughter. You are too interested in yourself and your needs to see that you are losing the people around you.
Your mood swings suck! You have more PMS than I do. Your either totally checked out and wrapped up in your own thoughts or you are ranting because everything didn't go your way. You say you are "self contained" I say you are selfish.
You don't help around the house. You resent doing anything in the yard.. You are boring. You let your own 2 year old grab "big girl" scissors and sit right beside you while I am getting groceries.........you are so involved with your precious TV you dont' even notice. Christ. How did your first daughter survive you????
Checked out. Now it's my turn. Focus on your family, focus on your marriage. Get out of your own head! PS- let's have sex sometime other than midnight. PSS- let it last more than 3-5 minutes! What did you use up all your energy at the gym and all of your creativity at work????
ARRRGGGHHH! The next ten years are mine :-) Pay attention. Change is in your future.
Confession #3077
My father died nine years ago, but this morning I had such a vivid dream that he was standing next to me in my old house. He was giving me comfort because I was frustrated about the piles of clutter, worn-out junk, and garbage everywhere because I'm very proud of keeping a very tidy house. He kissed me on the top of the head, gave me a shoulder-to-shoulder hug, and said, "It's just a phase. This too, shall pass." I woke up smiling because he used to say that phrase every time I realized I had to break up with some immature jerk of a boyfriend that was using me, was using drugs, was unreliable, or was just generally no good.
Seconds after I got up to let the dogs out, I heard you stomping around and acting like a little child because you couldn't get my truck to start. You wrecked your car last week, and you keep changing the blame among icy conditions,the quality of your tires, and the unpredictability of front-wheel drive cars. (You could have slowed down on the slick roads, you had the money to buy tires but chose to save it instead, and I managed to get my front-wheel drive car four times the distance without incident by driving cautiously.) I went back out into the storm and spent two hours waiting with you for the tow truck to take the car to a mechanic. I even bought you dinner afterwards. I don't want to be your chauffer until it's fixed, so I let you borrow my truck this morning. It's not as fancy as the classic car you have sitting in the garage or the other classic car you're having rebuilt, but it runs and has good tires. My truck ran just fine yesterday when it got an oil change and clean bill of health from the mechanic, and it started just fine when I went out there in my pajamas to give it a try this morning. Instead of admitting you're an idiot, you continued to shout and act as if your problems were somehow my fault. Not only are your problems not my fault, there isn't a single one of them I haven't helped you deal with. The fact that you would stand there taking your frustrations out on me moments after I'd gotten out of bed is a real eye opener about your maturity, your character, your gratitude for the generosity of the people in your life, your ability to plan and solve problems, and further proof that you're not right for me. You want to shout? Bring it on, my daddy didn't raise a door mat. You're lucky I decided not to kick you to the curb today. I'm not doing a damn thing for you until you apologize and sound like you mean it. Let's see what a few weeks of riding the bus does to your attitude.
Confession #3078
I know what I’m doing is wrong and that I’ve finally turned into a “statistic” but I feel like I can’t help myself. I’m your average, middle class, married working woman, two kids, nice house, church going, supportive family. Everything that should make me a “good” person. Here I am in the midst of a tumultuous affair with my next-door neighborhood.
We started as neighbors, friends. A little banter here, a little banter there. Suddenly I was in a whirlwind of having a crush. It was fun, harmless I told myself. Then that fateful night came. A neighborhood party. We hung out for hours, totally PG flirting. HE confessed HE wasn’t happily married. I could feel the tension between us. The interest. The desire. A few days later, a rare warm late fall day we got to be outside for hours with the kids. Flirting was rampant though kept in check due to the presence of both our spouses. In an opportune moment, HE leaned over and whispered HIS email address to me and asked me to email HIM the next day.
Our email exchange was/is ridiculous. Sometimes as many as 50 emails back and forth a day. Pushing for more information, teasing, flirting, challenging me. I had the opportunity to be home early one day and let HIM know. HE came over to “talk.” I was a nervous schoolgirl. Couldn’t hardly look HIM in the eye. Things got close, intense. HE said I had to make the first move; I started to and then hesitated. He pulled back. A moment later, HE dove in. The most amazing kissing of my life. All the while, I was thinking, “I am breaking my marriage vows right here in my own kitchen with my next door neighbor. Seriously? This is my life?”
More phone calls and emails. Such chemistry. A few days later things progressed. I stopped just in the nick of time. Who am I doing this? On my own couch with my own neighbor? More days passed. Hundreds of emails, more than a few phone calls. We started having sex on a fairly regular basis.
Almost three months later, I’m obsessed, wrapped up in a web of mixed emotions. I long to be with him but know it’s virtually impossible. Relationship with husband is seriously on the rocks and essentially over. All that’s left is for me to tell him it’s officially over. Know I’m hurting him but feel like I can’t imagine a life with us together ever again. As much as I try not to think of a “future” with HIM, it’s getting harder by the day.
We avoid talking about feelings other than to tease each other. We both have said we’re crazy for each other. My marriage is/will be ending soon. Not so sure about his. Life is complicated. Now the question is, will I be happy being the other woman in his life if he decides he can’t leave yet?
Confession #3079
I sleep terribly when you are away on business.
Confession #3080
Dear Friend,
We have known each other for 10 years now. When we met, I was married. I knew you were attracted to me because I was the first woman you approached that night. I know I was the first because I noticed you when you walked in the door. We talked for a half an hour, just about random things before it came up I was married. You immediately got up to pursue other interests.
It is good that you did. I never cheated on my husband, nor was I ever tempted. But after getting to know you over the years, in every way, you could have been the one to tempt me. Thank you for not tempting me. Instead, you end up with my best friend. Whew, I thought that was great. You would be a good friend and had a good woman and it was how it was supposed to be.
Fast forward 2 years. Here I am going through a divorce and quite confused about it. I never had second thoughts about you, but you were a dear friend to me during that time. You gave me a male perspective when all I had were my female friends' thoughts and advice. The three of us became fast friends. It was alway the three of us.
I remember the first night you approached me. The three of us went out; you, me and your girlfriend, who was my best friend. I remember feeling low about my self for some time and got dressed up that night. You immediately took notice and complimented me. I didn't think anything of it; just a nice compliment from a friend. We went to a couple of bars before finding one and staying there for the evening. We were all having a great time drinking and dancing. I remember needing to take a break so I sat down at our table. She stayed up on the dance floor and you came to join me soon after. We were just randomly talking for a while and then you said it.
You told me how attracted to me you were. How you always had been. Then you told me how you thought about contacting me while she was out of town because you found a scrap of paper with my number written on it. I asked why you didn't and you had said you weren't sure how I would react. I at that moment still was unsure of how to react. When I did react, well we know what happened.
Somewhere between the alchohol, the sexual tension between us and the knowledge that I could take something away from the "perfect" best friend, we ended up outside behind the bar completely engrossed in each other's lips.
That in itself was wrong. We were almost caught right then and there. We should have credited it to a drunken mistake. Are either of us that easily right minded and strong willed? No, we had too much chemistry and curiosity to stop there. We managed to figure out that we would leave my car at the bar and I would go to you and her's place because I was too drunk to drive, then you would take me to get my car in the morning on your way to work. We tried that night when she passed out, but we were too paranoid and felt too guilty. Again, we should have left it at that. Not us!
We had an awkward ride to my car. Very quiet and reflective of what happened or didn't happen the night before. When we reached my car, that elephant that was sitting in the backseat piped up. You asked if we should or were going to continue with the events of the previous night. I should have said no. I could have said no. I said to follow me home.
We proceeded to have AMAZING sex. So amazing that we are still having it 8 years later! We should have never started, considering the circumstances. But we did, and I have enjoyed every minute of it.
Yes, there were several years that we did not see each other. We would talk occasionally, to keep up. But I was around when you first met your wife, and continued to be around well into your courtship. We only played once while you were actually married, and only because I was broken up with the man I spent 5 years with. Why was it ok with me for you to be the cheater but not me? I will never know the answer to that.
We then move forward to this past summer. You called me out of the blue and told me you were getting divorced. I know it crushed you and you needed a friend. Not just sexually, but just someone to be there. I was dealing wiht the realization that the last break-up with him of 5 years was just that; the LAST break-up because it was really over. So in the last 10 years, we have both walked each other through a divorce and a break-up or two.
Of course we started sleeping together. That is what we do. We are too attracted to eache other and have amazing sex and neither of us has to put another notch in the belt or try to invest in something new. We started off by getting together once, maybe twice a week. Then one night you asked me to stay. We had never spent the night together. You held me all night. I liked it.
I liked it because it was comfortable. It was nice to be held. You feel the same. We started spending every night that neither of us had our kids together. It would progress to 4-5 days a week. We got into very heavy conversation. There "I love you's" thrown out. There were all the "what might have beens". Then you got to the "Who cares if she finds out? It's been so long". We do love each other, I think more than each of us will admit, but we can't be together. And that is all on me.
I am not willing to give up that friendship and many other friendships that will sever if the truth of us ever came out. I wish I could, but I can't. You make me laugh. We can talk about anything. We can be silly. We dance. We are too much alike. We better each other. But it can't happen and we both agree on it.
So if we both agree on that, and we both like spending this time with each other, are we hurting or helping each other? I think it's both. You do too. We have both said that it will break both of our hearts the day one of us walks away due to finding someone else we can be with. But I am not actively pursuing that avenue. The main reason is that I don't want to find someone I actually like and have to give you up. You are comfort to me.
For that reason, I said we should slow down. I am getting too attached. You agreed. But we also agreed to get through the holidays because no one wants to be alone. We made it through Thanksgiving. Now let's get through the New Year and see where we are.
I love you and I know you love me. Whether we are in love, I don't know and don't think that we would ever admit it if we were. But I do know that I have become a better person because of you. You made me believe that I am good enough. Even when I am not feeling like I am. I know I have helped you get to a better place as well.
No matter what happens, we know that we will always be the best of friends and we will have each other in our lives for the rest of them. I love you friend.
Let's dance tonight!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
True Wife Confessions 23 Mathematical problems of David Hilbert
Confession #221
You are not my husband. I think you were supposed to be, though. The more I desire you, the more I think about luring you from your wife and family, the more you resist. I find that to be wildly attractive and loyal because I know you want to as much as I do. If you had just slept with me, I would have left you behind. Your committment to them makes me love you more. I will wait for you as long as I need to.
Confession #222
I pretend to like that we were romantic and eloped out of the blue, but I resent that you didn't get me an engagement ring.
Confession #223
Honey, when you are heading to bed late at night, how many times do I
have to tell you to leave the door to the bathroom open so that the
cats can get to the litter box? And if you do shut the door, don't
bitch the next morning if the cat has taken a shit on the carpet.
when you gotta go... you gotta go!!! and then telling me to clean it
up because it "my cat"? you're lucky I don't put the shit in your
loafers you bastard.
Confession #224
I LOVE it when you have to go on business trips
because that's when I throw away all your crappy
stupid possessions that you insist on hanging on to --
despite that fact that I'm required to maintain them,
clean them and step over them in our teeny tiny house.
You want to know where all your junk went? Goodwill,
baby! Goodwill.
Confession #225
I hate that you drink so much. Watching it makes me sick. While I recognize it's YOUR problem, it is sucking the life out of me. With every drink you take, I fall more out of love with you. Just because you can get up and go to work doesn't mean I don't see it for the problem it is.
I am starting to hate you.
Confession #226
I am no longer with you out of love, respect, admiration, or even friendship. I only stay with you out of a sense of obligation. I no longer daydream of making love to you on the beach. Now, I daydream about you telling me you have found someone else and you are moving out. That dream makes me giddy with happiness.
Confession #227
I don't trust you.
And you don't care.
Confession #228
When I ask you to do something please, no wait strike the please... JUST DO IT. I'm not your housekeeper, laundry washer, and personal chef. When I have to ask you 2 or 3 times and I get that stupid salute you think is funny I want to kick you in your ONE BALL.
Confession #229
Sometimes I am in awe of how dumb you are....I can't believe you did
not pay the gas bill because you thought it was on automatic draft and
now dumbfuck...we have no gas!!!! You can run an entire empire, but
can't fucking pay the damn gas bill.
I SHOULD LEAVE YOU RIGHT NOW
Confession #230
I honestly think that if I asked you to choose between me and the TV and computer games, you'd choose the TV and computer games.
You are not my husband. I think you were supposed to be, though. The more I desire you, the more I think about luring you from your wife and family, the more you resist. I find that to be wildly attractive and loyal because I know you want to as much as I do. If you had just slept with me, I would have left you behind. Your committment to them makes me love you more. I will wait for you as long as I need to.
Confession #222
I pretend to like that we were romantic and eloped out of the blue, but I resent that you didn't get me an engagement ring.
Confession #223
Honey, when you are heading to bed late at night, how many times do I
have to tell you to leave the door to the bathroom open so that the
cats can get to the litter box? And if you do shut the door, don't
bitch the next morning if the cat has taken a shit on the carpet.
when you gotta go... you gotta go!!! and then telling me to clean it
up because it "my cat"? you're lucky I don't put the shit in your
loafers you bastard.
Confession #224
I LOVE it when you have to go on business trips
because that's when I throw away all your crappy
stupid possessions that you insist on hanging on to --
despite that fact that I'm required to maintain them,
clean them and step over them in our teeny tiny house.
You want to know where all your junk went? Goodwill,
baby! Goodwill.
Confession #225
I hate that you drink so much. Watching it makes me sick. While I recognize it's YOUR problem, it is sucking the life out of me. With every drink you take, I fall more out of love with you. Just because you can get up and go to work doesn't mean I don't see it for the problem it is.
I am starting to hate you.
Confession #226
I am no longer with you out of love, respect, admiration, or even friendship. I only stay with you out of a sense of obligation. I no longer daydream of making love to you on the beach. Now, I daydream about you telling me you have found someone else and you are moving out. That dream makes me giddy with happiness.
Confession #227
I don't trust you.
And you don't care.
Confession #228
When I ask you to do something please, no wait strike the please... JUST DO IT. I'm not your housekeeper, laundry washer, and personal chef. When I have to ask you 2 or 3 times and I get that stupid salute you think is funny I want to kick you in your ONE BALL.
Confession #229
Sometimes I am in awe of how dumb you are....I can't believe you did
not pay the gas bill because you thought it was on automatic draft and
now dumbfuck...we have no gas!!!! You can run an entire empire, but
can't fucking pay the damn gas bill.
I SHOULD LEAVE YOU RIGHT NOW
Confession #230
I honestly think that if I asked you to choose between me and the TV and computer games, you'd choose the TV and computer games.
Monday, December 14, 2009
True Wife Confessions 306 icicles on the eaves
Confession #3061
I confess. I knew all along that you were still active on the online dating sites. I just didn't know that you were exchanging nude pics with those women until I happened to walk in on you using the computer a few days ago.
I'm stunned that you chose to continue the picture exchange rather than continuing our relationship. After being in a relationship with you for 2 years, I thought I knew you better than that. I was wrong.
Confession #3062
I don't know what to do with you these days? The last month of my life has been thrown in such turmoil I don't even know now I feel about you anymore. Was I ever really in love with you or did I get swept away in my "grand plan" of life. Now here we are 12 years later, and I find my world turned upside down and another man involved. Never thought my life would be like this. How to decide what to do now? You know I'm not happy and that I feel like we are very far apart emotionally. I know you want to try to get "us" back. I just don't know if I have the energy or the will. Maybe I'm just done.
Confession #3063
We have been together a very long time. I fall out of love with you, but I stay. Then sometimes you do something sweet or thoughtful. Maybe you just touch me or ask me to watch a movie with you. And I remember why I fell in love with you. But it never lasts long enough to cement it all back together.
Confession #3064
I don’t understand how you can be loyal to everyone but me. You don’t even care how I feel about anything. I don’t know why I stay some days. You make it easier and easier for me to want to leave. The reason I don’t is because I took vows. I stood before God and promised so many things. I will not let these things that you do get me down because you are an idiot. So much for thinking you were my best friend.
Confession #3065
I wish your bloody mother would learn to spell my name right. We've been together for nearly TEN YEARS, and she still can't. It isn't that complicated a name!
Confession #3066
I miss you. I miss our friendship. I miss seeing you and laughing and smiling. I want to rekindle that, but I can't get over the hurtful things you said to me. I've heard that you are feeling the same, but that you don't want to make the first move. Why does it always have to be me that initiates the make-up work? Why is it so hard for you to just admit that you did something wrong and then apologize for it? You're immature. If you were to come to me with a humble heart I would take you in my arms and forgive you. This needs to start with you. I've already made my apologies. I'm still so sad and humiliated by what you said and did. If we talk it out, things may not be the same but we could at least start fresh. Don't wait. Just come to me. I'm gonna let you know how I feel, but I won't bite your head off.
Confession #3067
I'm glad you found that $14,000 check you lost. I suggested that you use it to take care of your tax situation and you got mad. "It's your money," I said. "Then act like it," you said. I really don't give a shit, because I have an innocent spouse waiver and I am not responsible for your tax debt since it was created before I even met you. We've been together for four years and married for six months. If it was me who had a check for that amount I would discuss with you what we should do with it. Like fix up our shitty little house, which is in sore need of major repairs. Or pay off your medical bills. Or buy some new clothes for our toddler and fix up her room. Or add another room onto our house so I'll have a place to put a washer/dryer rather than lugging piles of dirty laundry to the laundromat every weekend. But I suggested you use it to take care of YOUR fucked up situation that YOU created. I wouldn't get a penny out of it, so why would you get pissed about that, you retard? I love you, but you are such a freaking procrastinator. You work hard at your job, but you spend every Friday night getting smashed, and then it takes you the rest of the weekend to sleep it off. Any other time is spent sitting on the couch watching football. I have to shoulder all of the responsibilities - cooking, cleaning, taking care of our daughter, errands..... and that's on top of my full-time manual job. I wish you would get it together. Stopping the Friday night binge drinking would be a good start. Spending a little time working around the house and doing fun stuff with me and our girl would be great too. Sometimes you really remind me of my father - lazy, indifferent, and stubborn. And I still resent him.
Confession #3068
Well, I thought moving and getting you out of the element you couldn't stand would make things better. You are closer to home now, and you are still miserable. Your temper is very scary. Now we have your son in anger management. WTF will it take for you to grow the f up? I don't want to be afraid of what might happen anymore. You don't want to hear it. OMG I can't even talk right now, now I am getting all mixed up in my head.
Confession #3069
I fell in love with you, again, last night.
After 11 years married, 12 years together, I can still find myself weak in the knees, head spinning, breath taken away in love with you.
Oh, sure, it doesn't happen every time we're together anymore. Our daily lives can't stop in orbit around each other, we'd never grow together if we did that. And, it's seeing you in the world, in our lives, in the challenges we face together, the laughs we share, that leaves me feeling more sure that this is where I want my life to be every day, while also leaving me in awe that I somehow ended up here with you.
But, I hope that you know all of that. I hope that I say it out loud and show it often as we move through our days together.
Last night, though, was one of those heart stopping, deep sigh moments. While we were alone, enjoying our 'grown-up' time after the kids were asleep, I did something that I don't remember doing before. I left my eyes open the whole time (well, most of it) and watched you as we were making love, as you made love to me. Now, I don't want you thinking that I didn't look before because I didn't want to. It's not that at all. I'm sure it's a combination of latent catholic guilt & childish 'close your eyes while you're kissing' romanticism, along with my own insecurities about my body & general shyness. Anyway, I overcame that for a while last night & really watched you as we came together. And, sure, it was hot. But, more than that, it was beautiful. I was overwhelmed with love for *you* and our lives together.
I love that, after all this time, I still find our love new & wonderful & the luckiest thing to ever happen to me. I know that I will be falling in love with you again, in new ways, for the rest of my life.
And, I hope that you know that you can confidently trade toothbrushes with me any time at all. As Howard Jones said, "Can anybody love anyone so much that they will never fear, never worry, never be sad? The answer is they cannot love this much. Nobody can. That is why I don't mind you doubting" I am what I love, not what loves me. I love you.
Confession #3070
We are getting divorced and it is the best thing for both of us. I told myself I would wait until it was official before I slept with him but the opportunity presented itself and we took it....and I don't feel the least bit guilty. He was FANTASTIC!!! As good as I was hoping he would be he was ten times better. I would gladly trade the one night of mind-blowing sex I had with him (although it won't be our last) for the nine years of infrequent, perfunctory, boring intercourse we had. Even though I have technically committed adultery (something I have never done before) I am down on my knees thanking whatever Gods there may be for feeling this way again.
We had been waiting patiently for months and since you and I are still under the same roof I have been respectful, only talking to him in my room with the door closed or when you aren't in the house. I will continue to be respectful but I am not giving him up. Even though he is still married too, and I have NO long term expectations from him, we are going to keep seeing each other as friends and lovers for as long as we both can take it.
He has re-awakened the passion in me, inspired me to start writing again (something you never knew I did) and encourages my endeavors. He looks at me with longing and desire, shows me kindness, consideration and respect and is willing to listen whenever I need a sympathetic ear. You haven't done any of those things since we were first married nine years ago. He can't understand why any man would be willing to give me up; you couldn't care less about keeping me around.
I'm glad our divorce is proceeding amicably and I will certainly strive to keep it that way but if we should happen to slip up and you find out about him then you will just have to deal with it. If you want to take a lover by all means...feel free!!! I wish you nothing but the best and want you to be happy, although your complete and utter lack of interest in the bedroom these past few years makes me think that sex is not foremost on your mind.
I am so incredibly thankful that I remember what it feels like to be appreciated and desired I can't even begin to describe it!!! If (God forbid) I should never see him again, I will still be eternally grateful that he has reminded me of my own self-worth and reminded me what it feels like to experience passion again. Being married to you, I had almost forgotten what it was like. I won't forget again.
I confess. I knew all along that you were still active on the online dating sites. I just didn't know that you were exchanging nude pics with those women until I happened to walk in on you using the computer a few days ago.
I'm stunned that you chose to continue the picture exchange rather than continuing our relationship. After being in a relationship with you for 2 years, I thought I knew you better than that. I was wrong.
Confession #3062
I don't know what to do with you these days? The last month of my life has been thrown in such turmoil I don't even know now I feel about you anymore. Was I ever really in love with you or did I get swept away in my "grand plan" of life. Now here we are 12 years later, and I find my world turned upside down and another man involved. Never thought my life would be like this. How to decide what to do now? You know I'm not happy and that I feel like we are very far apart emotionally. I know you want to try to get "us" back. I just don't know if I have the energy or the will. Maybe I'm just done.
Confession #3063
We have been together a very long time. I fall out of love with you, but I stay. Then sometimes you do something sweet or thoughtful. Maybe you just touch me or ask me to watch a movie with you. And I remember why I fell in love with you. But it never lasts long enough to cement it all back together.
Confession #3064
I don’t understand how you can be loyal to everyone but me. You don’t even care how I feel about anything. I don’t know why I stay some days. You make it easier and easier for me to want to leave. The reason I don’t is because I took vows. I stood before God and promised so many things. I will not let these things that you do get me down because you are an idiot. So much for thinking you were my best friend.
Confession #3065
I wish your bloody mother would learn to spell my name right. We've been together for nearly TEN YEARS, and she still can't. It isn't that complicated a name!
Confession #3066
I miss you. I miss our friendship. I miss seeing you and laughing and smiling. I want to rekindle that, but I can't get over the hurtful things you said to me. I've heard that you are feeling the same, but that you don't want to make the first move. Why does it always have to be me that initiates the make-up work? Why is it so hard for you to just admit that you did something wrong and then apologize for it? You're immature. If you were to come to me with a humble heart I would take you in my arms and forgive you. This needs to start with you. I've already made my apologies. I'm still so sad and humiliated by what you said and did. If we talk it out, things may not be the same but we could at least start fresh. Don't wait. Just come to me. I'm gonna let you know how I feel, but I won't bite your head off.
Confession #3067
I'm glad you found that $14,000 check you lost. I suggested that you use it to take care of your tax situation and you got mad. "It's your money," I said. "Then act like it," you said. I really don't give a shit, because I have an innocent spouse waiver and I am not responsible for your tax debt since it was created before I even met you. We've been together for four years and married for six months. If it was me who had a check for that amount I would discuss with you what we should do with it. Like fix up our shitty little house, which is in sore need of major repairs. Or pay off your medical bills. Or buy some new clothes for our toddler and fix up her room. Or add another room onto our house so I'll have a place to put a washer/dryer rather than lugging piles of dirty laundry to the laundromat every weekend. But I suggested you use it to take care of YOUR fucked up situation that YOU created. I wouldn't get a penny out of it, so why would you get pissed about that, you retard? I love you, but you are such a freaking procrastinator. You work hard at your job, but you spend every Friday night getting smashed, and then it takes you the rest of the weekend to sleep it off. Any other time is spent sitting on the couch watching football. I have to shoulder all of the responsibilities - cooking, cleaning, taking care of our daughter, errands..... and that's on top of my full-time manual job. I wish you would get it together. Stopping the Friday night binge drinking would be a good start. Spending a little time working around the house and doing fun stuff with me and our girl would be great too. Sometimes you really remind me of my father - lazy, indifferent, and stubborn. And I still resent him.
Confession #3068
Well, I thought moving and getting you out of the element you couldn't stand would make things better. You are closer to home now, and you are still miserable. Your temper is very scary. Now we have your son in anger management. WTF will it take for you to grow the f up? I don't want to be afraid of what might happen anymore. You don't want to hear it. OMG I can't even talk right now, now I am getting all mixed up in my head.
Confession #3069
I fell in love with you, again, last night.
After 11 years married, 12 years together, I can still find myself weak in the knees, head spinning, breath taken away in love with you.
Oh, sure, it doesn't happen every time we're together anymore. Our daily lives can't stop in orbit around each other, we'd never grow together if we did that. And, it's seeing you in the world, in our lives, in the challenges we face together, the laughs we share, that leaves me feeling more sure that this is where I want my life to be every day, while also leaving me in awe that I somehow ended up here with you.
But, I hope that you know all of that. I hope that I say it out loud and show it often as we move through our days together.
Last night, though, was one of those heart stopping, deep sigh moments. While we were alone, enjoying our 'grown-up' time after the kids were asleep, I did something that I don't remember doing before. I left my eyes open the whole time (well, most of it) and watched you as we were making love, as you made love to me. Now, I don't want you thinking that I didn't look before because I didn't want to. It's not that at all. I'm sure it's a combination of latent catholic guilt & childish 'close your eyes while you're kissing' romanticism, along with my own insecurities about my body & general shyness. Anyway, I overcame that for a while last night & really watched you as we came together. And, sure, it was hot. But, more than that, it was beautiful. I was overwhelmed with love for *you* and our lives together.
I love that, after all this time, I still find our love new & wonderful & the luckiest thing to ever happen to me. I know that I will be falling in love with you again, in new ways, for the rest of my life.
And, I hope that you know that you can confidently trade toothbrushes with me any time at all. As Howard Jones said, "Can anybody love anyone so much that they will never fear, never worry, never be sad? The answer is they cannot love this much. Nobody can. That is why I don't mind you doubting" I am what I love, not what loves me. I love you.
Confession #3070
We are getting divorced and it is the best thing for both of us. I told myself I would wait until it was official before I slept with him but the opportunity presented itself and we took it....and I don't feel the least bit guilty. He was FANTASTIC!!! As good as I was hoping he would be he was ten times better. I would gladly trade the one night of mind-blowing sex I had with him (although it won't be our last) for the nine years of infrequent, perfunctory, boring intercourse we had. Even though I have technically committed adultery (something I have never done before) I am down on my knees thanking whatever Gods there may be for feeling this way again.
We had been waiting patiently for months and since you and I are still under the same roof I have been respectful, only talking to him in my room with the door closed or when you aren't in the house. I will continue to be respectful but I am not giving him up. Even though he is still married too, and I have NO long term expectations from him, we are going to keep seeing each other as friends and lovers for as long as we both can take it.
He has re-awakened the passion in me, inspired me to start writing again (something you never knew I did) and encourages my endeavors. He looks at me with longing and desire, shows me kindness, consideration and respect and is willing to listen whenever I need a sympathetic ear. You haven't done any of those things since we were first married nine years ago. He can't understand why any man would be willing to give me up; you couldn't care less about keeping me around.
I'm glad our divorce is proceeding amicably and I will certainly strive to keep it that way but if we should happen to slip up and you find out about him then you will just have to deal with it. If you want to take a lover by all means...feel free!!! I wish you nothing but the best and want you to be happy, although your complete and utter lack of interest in the bedroom these past few years makes me think that sex is not foremost on your mind.
I am so incredibly thankful that I remember what it feels like to be appreciated and desired I can't even begin to describe it!!! If (God forbid) I should never see him again, I will still be eternally grateful that he has reminded me of my own self-worth and reminded me what it feels like to experience passion again. Being married to you, I had almost forgotten what it was like. I won't forget again.
Monday, December 07, 2009
True Wife Confessions Catch 22
Confession #211
You were such a jerk, and you made me so angry and miserable in the days leading up to our wedding day, and on the day itself, that I almost didn't go through with our wedding. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been knocked up already. I spent the entire day of our wedding terrified that I was making the worst mistake of my life, wanting to vomit, forcing myself to smile. I already wanted to divorce you before we even got home from the marriage license office. Thankfully it wasn't a mistake to marry you; I loved you then, and I love you now, and our marriage has actually turned out very well. But this is why I never want to do anything on our anniversary-- I don't even want to think about that day; it was one of the worst days of my life. I wish I could erase the memory from my mind.
Confession #212
We've been together for 12 years. After 10 years of finding a new roll of toilet paper precariously balanced on top of the empty cardboard roll, I decided we did not need toilet paper holders anymore. I didn't do it because I wanted to keep up with the trends. You can be a real jerk sometimes.
Confession #213
I do ALL of the work inside of the house, ALL of the yard work, ALL of the dog's duties, AND I work 40+ per week. I shoot daggers at you every weekend while you sleep in until 10am then get up and surf Myspace for 2 hours until lunch.
Confession #214
You CAN'T take credit for housework when you make the kids do it.
Confession #215
How is it that even when you do something as menial as boil water on the stove, you manage to use EVERY pot and pan that we own?? I swear, you went in to make a sandwich, and the kitchen is now a disaster area.
Confession #216
I have been married to you for 12 years and have loved you for 3 of them. I am only staying married to you for our child who adores you. I find you ignorant, slow, and you can't read very well either.
Confession #217
You're not fooling me with your "dumb male" act. You're an intelligent man-- you're easily as smart as I am, and I know with absolute certainty that after three years of living with me you are in fact capable of remembering where in my dresser I keep my pajamas and socks. So stop leaving them stacked on the bed when you fold the laundry, as if you have no idea where they go. Ditto the serving dishes you ALWAYS leave stacked on the counter when you unload the dishwasher. I've been keeping that ceramic platter, that cut glass bowl that chip-and-dip set in exactly the same cabinet for a year and a half now, and it would take you no more than two seconds to put them away. And don't even get me started on your spurious claim that you can't ever find the paper towels when it's time to replace an empty roll. There are ALWAYS paper towels in the linen closet, and they are always on the same shelf, right below the shelf where you keep extra bottles of your shaving cream and shampoo.
Confession #218
Why do I have to remind YOU to call the dealer to make an oil change appointment on the new PT Cruiser you wanted more than anything?
Confession #219
Honey, I love you - I really do - but the fact that you can not do anything like RSVP for any child's birthday party or invitation to play galls me. Regardless of how well you know the other family, you make me handle all the details. For such a liberated man, this is one bizarre throwback trait.
Confession #220
wish that for every hour your spent on your computer you'd spend 20 minutes with me. We used to talk to each other for hours. And I miss that.
You were such a jerk, and you made me so angry and miserable in the days leading up to our wedding day, and on the day itself, that I almost didn't go through with our wedding. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been knocked up already. I spent the entire day of our wedding terrified that I was making the worst mistake of my life, wanting to vomit, forcing myself to smile. I already wanted to divorce you before we even got home from the marriage license office. Thankfully it wasn't a mistake to marry you; I loved you then, and I love you now, and our marriage has actually turned out very well. But this is why I never want to do anything on our anniversary-- I don't even want to think about that day; it was one of the worst days of my life. I wish I could erase the memory from my mind.
Confession #212
We've been together for 12 years. After 10 years of finding a new roll of toilet paper precariously balanced on top of the empty cardboard roll, I decided we did not need toilet paper holders anymore. I didn't do it because I wanted to keep up with the trends. You can be a real jerk sometimes.
Confession #213
I do ALL of the work inside of the house, ALL of the yard work, ALL of the dog's duties, AND I work 40+ per week. I shoot daggers at you every weekend while you sleep in until 10am then get up and surf Myspace for 2 hours until lunch.
Confession #214
You CAN'T take credit for housework when you make the kids do it.
Confession #215
How is it that even when you do something as menial as boil water on the stove, you manage to use EVERY pot and pan that we own?? I swear, you went in to make a sandwich, and the kitchen is now a disaster area.
Confession #216
I have been married to you for 12 years and have loved you for 3 of them. I am only staying married to you for our child who adores you. I find you ignorant, slow, and you can't read very well either.
Confession #217
You're not fooling me with your "dumb male" act. You're an intelligent man-- you're easily as smart as I am, and I know with absolute certainty that after three years of living with me you are in fact capable of remembering where in my dresser I keep my pajamas and socks. So stop leaving them stacked on the bed when you fold the laundry, as if you have no idea where they go. Ditto the serving dishes you ALWAYS leave stacked on the counter when you unload the dishwasher. I've been keeping that ceramic platter, that cut glass bowl that chip-and-dip set in exactly the same cabinet for a year and a half now, and it would take you no more than two seconds to put them away. And don't even get me started on your spurious claim that you can't ever find the paper towels when it's time to replace an empty roll. There are ALWAYS paper towels in the linen closet, and they are always on the same shelf, right below the shelf where you keep extra bottles of your shaving cream and shampoo.
Confession #218
Why do I have to remind YOU to call the dealer to make an oil change appointment on the new PT Cruiser you wanted more than anything?
Confession #219
Honey, I love you - I really do - but the fact that you can not do anything like RSVP for any child's birthday party or invitation to play galls me. Regardless of how well you know the other family, you make me handle all the details. For such a liberated man, this is one bizarre throwback trait.
Confession #220
wish that for every hour your spent on your computer you'd spend 20 minutes with me. We used to talk to each other for hours. And I miss that.
Monday, November 30, 2009
True Wife Confessions 305 bird seeds on the ground
Confession #3041
I'm curious as to whether or not you still take Viagra, but I have to confess, it doesn't matter anymore whether you do or you don't. You take care of my sexual needs and you're a very loving partner. Whether or not you pop those pills doesn't make a bit of difference.
Confession #3042
I love my husband. And I'm having an affair. At first I didn't think I was--my husband and I found another couple attractive then found out over many months they maybe the kind that switch (they were), one party led to another. Turns out he and I were attracted, my husband and his wife aren't. we started an email, text, phone call relationship for 6 months. We had sex a few weeks ago for the first time and it was unbelievable. Today my husband asked if I had sex with him. I told him "no". He was glad, he doesn't want me to be with him That makes it really wrong, right? I love my husband so much. I can't imagine a better man, best friend, so perfect. He has ED. What do I do? I'm so confused, I want my BF but I think I need to hear the truth. Am I wrong? I love my husband and deny him nothing, he just can't preform. I'm young, not that young, young enough to really enjoy sex but old enough to know I only have a few precious years left. Thanks for the input.
Confession #3043
Dear Sweet Husband,
Sometimes I don't know why you married me. I feel like I can't get anything right lately, and yet, there you are - my biggest fan. You would rather us live dirt poor than me go to a job that makes me physically sick. I would rather us be poor than me be constantly sick too, but, you are there to comfort me when I whine about how I am looking for a job and I can't seem to find one. You have no idea how in awe I am, or how in love with you I am. I am so glad I left my ex-husband for you - you were worth every bit of the pain and misery of divorce.
It's a really tough job market out there, and I know you know that. You do whatever you can do for us and I just hope you can see that I appreciate all that you do. I appreciate that you don't get upset with me when I don't come to bed until hours after you do. I wish I could be more of morning person with you but I have tried, and I am not. Thank you for not forcing that on me.
When you told me you were going to stop smoking, but you were okay with me smoking, I was beyond amazed. How great are you? I wish we never had to be apart. You are my best friend, and you know just how to make me laugh. This morning singing the Pink Dino song and then quoting "O Brother Where Art Thou" to our kitties? I really just wanted to throw you back in bed and forget about the rest of the world today and spend some time with you.
I hope the proverbial shit actually ends up missing the fan, because, I really don't want to have to struggle any more to be with you. Being with you isn't a struggle, but you know our daily lives have so much turmoil. Well, I take that back. I have so much turmoil. I'm a depressed, fat ugly cow and I don't know how you can stand me.
But you still think I am beautiful. You hold me in you arms at night and spoon with me. When you wake me up, you turn off the alarm and wake me with your kisses and love, and I think to myself if you die, I would never find love again. Never in my life have I ever known love like this, and I'll be damned if I ever let go of you. I'm a better me because I have you.
I guess I just want to thank you for being the best husband I could ever have. Thank you for loving me, and for marrying me and being my best friend. We have so many years left together and I am so blessed to be your wife. As long as I have you by my side, I can do anything!
I love you so much, I belong to you.
Confession #3044
Some days I miss the way life was, or could be. I miss being happy. I miss loving. I miss wanting to touch or be touched. I miss being treated right, asked rather than told. I miss being thought of as smart. I miss being listened to, being heard, talked to rather than screamed at. I miss my feelings being considered, not disregarded. I miss having my opinion count, being able to ask a question, being able to talk without trying to figure out how I should sound to not anger. I miss my best friend.
I think its too late. I think I want out. Im scared it can't be fixed, or that I am so angry, hurt, and broken, that I don't want it to be fixed.
I want quiet, yet want to scream. I want to dance with my kids and see no fear, hear no tears. I want to stomp, not tiptoe. I want to cry, so that I can laugh.
I am so tired.....
Confession #3045
Know those tears that I thought were so sweet at first? Well 10 years and about 10,000 tears later they are really getting old. Every time I see you crying I want to tell you to grow a pair and suck it up and be a man. That or punch you in the back of the head so at least then you'd really have something to cry about.
I mean seriously, do you really need to cry that much? I'm a freaking female and I don't cry half as much as you. Tears cause your dad died, yes. Tears cause you had a bad day, not so much.
Confession #3046
Until recently I co-slept with the kids, almost 5 mos and 2 yr 5 mos in their room. Hubby sleeps in our room and always closes the door, even though I have asked him repeatedly to keep it open because I wanted to try to transition into going back to our bed soon. So, since he had been closing the door I decided enough was enough. When I changed the youngest (which was a nice messy nasty diaper) I left it in our room and closed the door. When hubby went in to go to sleep he got a nice smelly surprise. I could hear him complaining for several minutes after he opened the door.
Confession #3047
I really wish you would put your foot down with your family. Your mom is her own worst enemy and would really benefit from an anti anxiety medication. And the whole calling your mom 17 times a day is really agitating. I feel like you share more with her than with me. Seriously it's a problem when we have to get a more expensive cell phone plan because you call her so much. I think it's great that you have such a close relationship with your mother, really I do. But I feel like there's 3 people in our marriage, and it's getting really old. That's probably why I stopped sharing my day with you, I just feel deflated I guess. I giess I feel like I should be there first person you talk to instead of her now. Maybe that's selfish of me.I've asked you, in a completely respectful way to tone down the incessant calling and sharing EVERY SINGLE BIT of information with her, and you say "what am I supposed to do, not talk to my mom?!". That's not what I meant and you know it. You found it necessary to tell her I had the beginning stages of cervical cancer. Really?! I'm a private person and you SHOULD know that seeing that we've been together for 6 years, but you were shocked that I was pissed when she called me to try and talk to me about it. And I feel terrible even telling you that you are pissing me off because you're such a great husband, I know women would give anything to have someone like you. And the whole thing with your brother. He's a piece of shit. He always has been. You can't protect your family from his selfish and ignorant behavior, so either sit down and discuss it like a man with him, or just let it go. I'm tired of hearing his name already, that's also stressing me out. Shit or get off the pot already.
Confession #3048
To my husband, remember when you invited your friend for supper and you passed out on the couch. While you were out in a drunken stupor, your friend pushed me over the next to your pulled my panties off and slide his massive cock all the way to my ovaries and fucked very slowly and guess what I think I am pregnant. Today after you have left for work, he will come and do me again to make sure I have his baby. So carry on with your little tart.
Confession #3049
Love of my life, I confess. The sex with you is awesome and I'd love it if we did it every night. But just laying in your arms is much, much more important to me. So please don't feel like you're disappointing me when you're too tired to do it. You're not. As long as you wrap your arms around me when you come to bed, I'll be a very content lady.
Confession #3050
I went looking for our kids ADD meds today. I needed a boost, some motivation.
You've either hidden them or thrown them out.
I'm curious as to whether or not you still take Viagra, but I have to confess, it doesn't matter anymore whether you do or you don't. You take care of my sexual needs and you're a very loving partner. Whether or not you pop those pills doesn't make a bit of difference.
Confession #3042
I love my husband. And I'm having an affair. At first I didn't think I was--my husband and I found another couple attractive then found out over many months they maybe the kind that switch (they were), one party led to another. Turns out he and I were attracted, my husband and his wife aren't. we started an email, text, phone call relationship for 6 months. We had sex a few weeks ago for the first time and it was unbelievable. Today my husband asked if I had sex with him. I told him "no". He was glad, he doesn't want me to be with him That makes it really wrong, right? I love my husband so much. I can't imagine a better man, best friend, so perfect. He has ED. What do I do? I'm so confused, I want my BF but I think I need to hear the truth. Am I wrong? I love my husband and deny him nothing, he just can't preform. I'm young, not that young, young enough to really enjoy sex but old enough to know I only have a few precious years left. Thanks for the input.
Confession #3043
Dear Sweet Husband,
Sometimes I don't know why you married me. I feel like I can't get anything right lately, and yet, there you are - my biggest fan. You would rather us live dirt poor than me go to a job that makes me physically sick. I would rather us be poor than me be constantly sick too, but, you are there to comfort me when I whine about how I am looking for a job and I can't seem to find one. You have no idea how in awe I am, or how in love with you I am. I am so glad I left my ex-husband for you - you were worth every bit of the pain and misery of divorce.
It's a really tough job market out there, and I know you know that. You do whatever you can do for us and I just hope you can see that I appreciate all that you do. I appreciate that you don't get upset with me when I don't come to bed until hours after you do. I wish I could be more of morning person with you but I have tried, and I am not. Thank you for not forcing that on me.
When you told me you were going to stop smoking, but you were okay with me smoking, I was beyond amazed. How great are you? I wish we never had to be apart. You are my best friend, and you know just how to make me laugh. This morning singing the Pink Dino song and then quoting "O Brother Where Art Thou" to our kitties? I really just wanted to throw you back in bed and forget about the rest of the world today and spend some time with you.
I hope the proverbial shit actually ends up missing the fan, because, I really don't want to have to struggle any more to be with you. Being with you isn't a struggle, but you know our daily lives have so much turmoil. Well, I take that back. I have so much turmoil. I'm a depressed, fat ugly cow and I don't know how you can stand me.
But you still think I am beautiful. You hold me in you arms at night and spoon with me. When you wake me up, you turn off the alarm and wake me with your kisses and love, and I think to myself if you die, I would never find love again. Never in my life have I ever known love like this, and I'll be damned if I ever let go of you. I'm a better me because I have you.
I guess I just want to thank you for being the best husband I could ever have. Thank you for loving me, and for marrying me and being my best friend. We have so many years left together and I am so blessed to be your wife. As long as I have you by my side, I can do anything!
I love you so much, I belong to you.
Confession #3044
Some days I miss the way life was, or could be. I miss being happy. I miss loving. I miss wanting to touch or be touched. I miss being treated right, asked rather than told. I miss being thought of as smart. I miss being listened to, being heard, talked to rather than screamed at. I miss my feelings being considered, not disregarded. I miss having my opinion count, being able to ask a question, being able to talk without trying to figure out how I should sound to not anger. I miss my best friend.
I think its too late. I think I want out. Im scared it can't be fixed, or that I am so angry, hurt, and broken, that I don't want it to be fixed.
I want quiet, yet want to scream. I want to dance with my kids and see no fear, hear no tears. I want to stomp, not tiptoe. I want to cry, so that I can laugh.
I am so tired.....
Confession #3045
Know those tears that I thought were so sweet at first? Well 10 years and about 10,000 tears later they are really getting old. Every time I see you crying I want to tell you to grow a pair and suck it up and be a man. That or punch you in the back of the head so at least then you'd really have something to cry about.
I mean seriously, do you really need to cry that much? I'm a freaking female and I don't cry half as much as you. Tears cause your dad died, yes. Tears cause you had a bad day, not so much.
Confession #3046
Until recently I co-slept with the kids, almost 5 mos and 2 yr 5 mos in their room. Hubby sleeps in our room and always closes the door, even though I have asked him repeatedly to keep it open because I wanted to try to transition into going back to our bed soon. So, since he had been closing the door I decided enough was enough. When I changed the youngest (which was a nice messy nasty diaper) I left it in our room and closed the door. When hubby went in to go to sleep he got a nice smelly surprise. I could hear him complaining for several minutes after he opened the door.
Confession #3047
I really wish you would put your foot down with your family. Your mom is her own worst enemy and would really benefit from an anti anxiety medication. And the whole calling your mom 17 times a day is really agitating. I feel like you share more with her than with me. Seriously it's a problem when we have to get a more expensive cell phone plan because you call her so much. I think it's great that you have such a close relationship with your mother, really I do. But I feel like there's 3 people in our marriage, and it's getting really old. That's probably why I stopped sharing my day with you, I just feel deflated I guess. I giess I feel like I should be there first person you talk to instead of her now. Maybe that's selfish of me.I've asked you, in a completely respectful way to tone down the incessant calling and sharing EVERY SINGLE BIT of information with her, and you say "what am I supposed to do, not talk to my mom?!". That's not what I meant and you know it. You found it necessary to tell her I had the beginning stages of cervical cancer. Really?! I'm a private person and you SHOULD know that seeing that we've been together for 6 years, but you were shocked that I was pissed when she called me to try and talk to me about it. And I feel terrible even telling you that you are pissing me off because you're such a great husband, I know women would give anything to have someone like you. And the whole thing with your brother. He's a piece of shit. He always has been. You can't protect your family from his selfish and ignorant behavior, so either sit down and discuss it like a man with him, or just let it go. I'm tired of hearing his name already, that's also stressing me out. Shit or get off the pot already.
Confession #3048
To my husband, remember when you invited your friend for supper and you passed out on the couch. While you were out in a drunken stupor, your friend pushed me over the next to your pulled my panties off and slide his massive cock all the way to my ovaries and fucked very slowly and guess what I think I am pregnant. Today after you have left for work, he will come and do me again to make sure I have his baby. So carry on with your little tart.
Confession #3049
Love of my life, I confess. The sex with you is awesome and I'd love it if we did it every night. But just laying in your arms is much, much more important to me. So please don't feel like you're disappointing me when you're too tired to do it. You're not. As long as you wrap your arms around me when you come to bed, I'll be a very content lady.
Confession #3050
I went looking for our kids ADD meds today. I needed a boost, some motivation.
You've either hidden them or thrown them out.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
True Wife Confessions Age 21, and wants to buy you a drink
Confession #201
When you ask me to "help" with your resume and job application and I "forget" about the deadline, it's really just my passive-aggressive way of saying "I'm not your fucking mother, and I will not do this for you. A grown man should be able to figure this shit out on his own."
Oh, and I really, really like making more money than you.
Confession #202
You don’t know this honey….but I dip your toothbrush in the toilet! You want to talk shit to me…suffer the consequences! It never dawns on your dumb ass that you have a fresh toothbrush every couple of weeks???? And that there are some days that I would rather hang myself then kiss you???
Confession #203
I told you that of course I love your son (my stepson) but I’m really counting the days until he moves the hell out of MY house. When you are not around, we ignore each other.
Confession #204
I have slept with three married men in my life. Only one of them while I was married, and that, was my husband. The others were yours. I'm not sorry. You don't deserve them.
Confession #205
I realize you perform hard, physical labor at your job, and that I do not. However, I went to college and my job is mentally exhausting. The fact that your body is tired does not give you a free pass on all housework. If your attitude doesn't change, I will leave your ass someday
Confession #206
Every day you come home and ask me, "Did we get any mail?". And every day, I
resist the urge to kick you in the balls. If you get any mail, I leave it
for you. If you didn't, it's not there. I know you want to believe that it's
hidden away just to piss you off, I'm sure. I'm so tired of that question!!
Confession #207
Don't get mad if you wake up in the morning and I'm not laying next to you. There are times you are so flatulant that the noise and smell not only wake me up but KEEP me up. And my only recourse is to move to another bedroom to get some sleep. You're worse than the damn dog when she's had too much people food!
Confession #208
You are right when you say you do not know how to dance. I'm just being nice when I tell you that you are a good dancer. You're really not.
Confession #209
I found out what kind of porn you look at online. It gives me an entirely new perspective on who you are and I find the things that turn you on absolutely disgusting. Its made me question our entire marriage and and now every time you touch me my skin crawls and I feel physically ill because I think you are truly sick. Its even made me unsure of what kind of father you will be and I don't know if we should have children until you get help about this. The worst part is that I don't feel like I can talk to you about it. And I still love you so much.
Confession #210
Why do you feel the need to grab my ass EVERY single time you walk past me? It gets old. Fast.
When you ask me to "help" with your resume and job application and I "forget" about the deadline, it's really just my passive-aggressive way of saying "I'm not your fucking mother, and I will not do this for you. A grown man should be able to figure this shit out on his own."
Oh, and I really, really like making more money than you.
Confession #202
You don’t know this honey….but I dip your toothbrush in the toilet! You want to talk shit to me…suffer the consequences! It never dawns on your dumb ass that you have a fresh toothbrush every couple of weeks???? And that there are some days that I would rather hang myself then kiss you???
Confession #203
I told you that of course I love your son (my stepson) but I’m really counting the days until he moves the hell out of MY house. When you are not around, we ignore each other.
Confession #204
I have slept with three married men in my life. Only one of them while I was married, and that, was my husband. The others were yours. I'm not sorry. You don't deserve them.
Confession #205
I realize you perform hard, physical labor at your job, and that I do not. However, I went to college and my job is mentally exhausting. The fact that your body is tired does not give you a free pass on all housework. If your attitude doesn't change, I will leave your ass someday
Confession #206
Every day you come home and ask me, "Did we get any mail?". And every day, I
resist the urge to kick you in the balls. If you get any mail, I leave it
for you. If you didn't, it's not there. I know you want to believe that it's
hidden away just to piss you off, I'm sure. I'm so tired of that question!!
Confession #207
Don't get mad if you wake up in the morning and I'm not laying next to you. There are times you are so flatulant that the noise and smell not only wake me up but KEEP me up. And my only recourse is to move to another bedroom to get some sleep. You're worse than the damn dog when she's had too much people food!
Confession #208
You are right when you say you do not know how to dance. I'm just being nice when I tell you that you are a good dancer. You're really not.
Confession #209
I found out what kind of porn you look at online. It gives me an entirely new perspective on who you are and I find the things that turn you on absolutely disgusting. Its made me question our entire marriage and and now every time you touch me my skin crawls and I feel physically ill because I think you are truly sick. Its even made me unsure of what kind of father you will be and I don't know if we should have children until you get help about this. The worst part is that I don't feel like I can talk to you about it. And I still love you so much.
Confession #210
Why do you feel the need to grab my ass EVERY single time you walk past me? It gets old. Fast.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
True Wife Confessions 304 stainless steel
Confession # 3031
You're a perfect husband, perfect father & my best friend. Sometimes I think you notice everything else but me, even when my eating disorder is obvious to everyone else, you still don't say a word, when your word is the only one I want to hear
Confession # 3032
I'm going through a divorce and my boyfriend just broke up with me.
Guess which hurts worse...why?
Confession # 3033
I have never been more tempted in a relationship by so many attractive men! However, i'm marrying you and i love you. There will never come a day when i cheat on you because you are above all those men i see. They don't hold my heart, you do.
Confession # 3034
You hate trying to learn new technology. I don't enjoy learning it but I'm pretty good at it. If I take the time to try to explain something you'll need to know, SHUT UP AND PAY ATTENTION. Ask questions. Write stuff down. Don't distract me with trivial shit that happened today. The next time you ask me how to work the remote I'm going to respond, "so many day students came to the night class that there wasn't any room to spread around." The next time you ask me to load songs into your MP3 player, I'll tell you "my back tires are going to need to be replaced soon."
Confession # 3035
The first time we had sex, I smelled shit. I didn't stop and have you
go wipe your ass because I figured shit happens, and as long as it
stayed where it was, I'd be fine. Now I think you did it on purpose to
test my self-respect. Of course, it seems like every interaction we
had, you were testing my self-respect. Were you looking for an excuse
to treat me like something you need to wipe off your ass? Or are you
just that fundamentally nasty? I like to think that if you ever get
with a girl who doesn't accept your shit, you'll treat her with the
respect I deserved. I prefer to conceive of you as manipulative and
judgmental, rather than just a disgusting hypocrite. It's easier on my
self esteem.
Confession # 3036
To my ex-husband:
I appreciate that you lost your job. I understand that jobs are hard to find right now. I am proud for you that you are trying to better yourself by going back to college, but at the same time, I still have to support our child. That child support check that you were sending didn't do a whole lot, but I still depended on it.
While you're off having the time of your life in college (and reporting it all back to me), I am having to take 100% responsibility of our child. Again.
So keep going to college if you want. I'm all for it. Just remember, though, you aren't a kid anymore. You can't just go to school part of the day and then blow the rest of the day. Get out there and get a job and help support this child that you so badly wanted once upon a time! I need some help here!
Confession # 3037
I wish you'd be a bit more concerned about the blatantly apparent fact that your brother wants me. I think it got a bit over the top when he brought his new squeeze to the family dinner and she looked THAT much like me. Are you expecting me to keep quiet about it until its too late?
Confession # 3038
You stupid fool. You think that your smarter than me, just because I haven't confronted you about your affair with one of your co-workers. You silly man. I m just bidding my time. I'm done being your wife. The worse part is that I thought that we were actually making progress into being in a loving relationship. You are not the first man to cheat on his pregnant wife and you won't be the last. I will have the last laugh though because I started using your tooth brush to clean the toilet. Now every morning when you brush your teeth I have to stop myself from laughing.
Confession # 3039
I have been your secretary for 15 years. We have had a close friendship almost from the first day you hired me. That is nice and all but the truth is that I have really strong feelings for you. We are both married and I would never want to do anything that would hurt your family or my family. I am not the cheating type and neither are you. That is part of what I love about you. I would not leave my spouse and I know you would not either. We talk all the time and we both know that neither of us are happy in our marriage and stick around for our kids. Here is the thing, we are not getting any younger. Fifteen years is a long time to have feelings for someone. I don't want to die without showing you how I feel about you. There are times when we are working and you are close to me that I am sure you feel the same way I do. When you are out of the office you always take my calls even when you are busy. You don't even seem to mind if I don't have much to say. Do you know I am really just calling cause I miss you and want to hear you voice? When you got sick earlier this year I was so afraid I would lose you and you would never know how I felt about you for so long. Let's both do something for ourselves for a change. Why don't we forget about work and home for a few hours and just be together? I know you are respectful, you are 12 years older than me, you are my boss and would never make the first move. Give me an opportunity and I assure you I will. I think you are smart, sexy, kind, funny and I cherish every minute I am with you. Next time you go on a business trip, take me with you. I promise you won't regret it.
Confession # 3040
You delight me in ways I never thought possible. I love buying costumes to dress up for you and you glow when I walk out in a new outfit. Yes, the sex is great - Amazing - but it is the play, the silliness, the openness in our love that is grounds me to you. I love laughing with you.
You're a perfect husband, perfect father & my best friend. Sometimes I think you notice everything else but me, even when my eating disorder is obvious to everyone else, you still don't say a word, when your word is the only one I want to hear
Confession # 3032
I'm going through a divorce and my boyfriend just broke up with me.
Guess which hurts worse...why?
Confession # 3033
I have never been more tempted in a relationship by so many attractive men! However, i'm marrying you and i love you. There will never come a day when i cheat on you because you are above all those men i see. They don't hold my heart, you do.
Confession # 3034
You hate trying to learn new technology. I don't enjoy learning it but I'm pretty good at it. If I take the time to try to explain something you'll need to know, SHUT UP AND PAY ATTENTION. Ask questions. Write stuff down. Don't distract me with trivial shit that happened today. The next time you ask me how to work the remote I'm going to respond, "so many day students came to the night class that there wasn't any room to spread around." The next time you ask me to load songs into your MP3 player, I'll tell you "my back tires are going to need to be replaced soon."
Confession # 3035
The first time we had sex, I smelled shit. I didn't stop and have you
go wipe your ass because I figured shit happens, and as long as it
stayed where it was, I'd be fine. Now I think you did it on purpose to
test my self-respect. Of course, it seems like every interaction we
had, you were testing my self-respect. Were you looking for an excuse
to treat me like something you need to wipe off your ass? Or are you
just that fundamentally nasty? I like to think that if you ever get
with a girl who doesn't accept your shit, you'll treat her with the
respect I deserved. I prefer to conceive of you as manipulative and
judgmental, rather than just a disgusting hypocrite. It's easier on my
self esteem.
Confession # 3036
To my ex-husband:
I appreciate that you lost your job. I understand that jobs are hard to find right now. I am proud for you that you are trying to better yourself by going back to college, but at the same time, I still have to support our child. That child support check that you were sending didn't do a whole lot, but I still depended on it.
While you're off having the time of your life in college (and reporting it all back to me), I am having to take 100% responsibility of our child. Again.
So keep going to college if you want. I'm all for it. Just remember, though, you aren't a kid anymore. You can't just go to school part of the day and then blow the rest of the day. Get out there and get a job and help support this child that you so badly wanted once upon a time! I need some help here!
Confession # 3037
I wish you'd be a bit more concerned about the blatantly apparent fact that your brother wants me. I think it got a bit over the top when he brought his new squeeze to the family dinner and she looked THAT much like me. Are you expecting me to keep quiet about it until its too late?
Confession # 3038
You stupid fool. You think that your smarter than me, just because I haven't confronted you about your affair with one of your co-workers. You silly man. I m just bidding my time. I'm done being your wife. The worse part is that I thought that we were actually making progress into being in a loving relationship. You are not the first man to cheat on his pregnant wife and you won't be the last. I will have the last laugh though because I started using your tooth brush to clean the toilet. Now every morning when you brush your teeth I have to stop myself from laughing.
Confession # 3039
I have been your secretary for 15 years. We have had a close friendship almost from the first day you hired me. That is nice and all but the truth is that I have really strong feelings for you. We are both married and I would never want to do anything that would hurt your family or my family. I am not the cheating type and neither are you. That is part of what I love about you. I would not leave my spouse and I know you would not either. We talk all the time and we both know that neither of us are happy in our marriage and stick around for our kids. Here is the thing, we are not getting any younger. Fifteen years is a long time to have feelings for someone. I don't want to die without showing you how I feel about you. There are times when we are working and you are close to me that I am sure you feel the same way I do. When you are out of the office you always take my calls even when you are busy. You don't even seem to mind if I don't have much to say. Do you know I am really just calling cause I miss you and want to hear you voice? When you got sick earlier this year I was so afraid I would lose you and you would never know how I felt about you for so long. Let's both do something for ourselves for a change. Why don't we forget about work and home for a few hours and just be together? I know you are respectful, you are 12 years older than me, you are my boss and would never make the first move. Give me an opportunity and I assure you I will. I think you are smart, sexy, kind, funny and I cherish every minute I am with you. Next time you go on a business trip, take me with you. I promise you won't regret it.
Confession # 3040
You delight me in ways I never thought possible. I love buying costumes to dress up for you and you glow when I walk out in a new outfit. Yes, the sex is great - Amazing - but it is the play, the silliness, the openness in our love that is grounds me to you. I love laughing with you.
Monday, November 09, 2009
True Wife Confessions 20/20 , Same as hindsight
Confession #191
I sometimes wish you would be hit by a bus, but only if you push your mother in front of it first.
I hate your mother. I hate the fact that your fear of her is stronger than your self-respect or your love for me. I hate sharing my home with her. I hate having her constantly hovering over us, especially when you're not home and I'm alone with the kids and she's constantly double-checking to make sure I'm not off on the corner smoking crack with my pimp and leaving them alone to play in traffic. I hate the fact that she might outlive you. I hate the fact that my hatred of her is sometimes as strong as my love for you.
Confession #192
Don't get all pissy at ME when I don't mail the bills out. YOU gave them
to me at the last minute and said they HAD to be mailed out TODAY. YOU
waited until the LAST DAY to pay them and expected ME to drop everything
to mail them. You want them out TODAY? Mail them out today your OWN
SELF!! Know how to use a stamp? GOOD!!
Confession #193
On your days off don't call me at the office to pretend to ask me how my day is going. I hear the cupboards slamming, I hear the refrigerator door. So it's no shock to me that as soon as you get the pleasantries over with you ask me if there's anything to eat, or what you should have for lunch. I swear to god you will forever be 8 years old. But the thing is you're 33 years old, and I am not your mother. So grow the fuck up and make yourself a sandwich.
Confession #194
You know what, asshole? I'm sick and tired of being the one to find and
kill the mouse. I'm tired of being the one to relight the pilot light
or being the one to refill the propane tank because you're too fucking
scared you'll blow up. Guess I'm the disposable one, eh? I'm also damn
sick of being the shield you use to deflect conflict from your fucked
up family. I kept your house, cooked your meals, washed your clothes,
jacked you off (and got nothing in return but a sticky hand), and put
up with your infidelity. NO MORE, ASSWIPE! I'm beyond done with you.
Your psycho mother can have you back. Tell her to bring out that while
dress she wore to our wedding; she'll need it to marry you.
Confession #195
If we lived closer, I would be in his arms right now instead of yours.
Confession #196
I know you married me out of a sense of duty because I was pregnant. I know I drive you crazy. I know I can't cook or clean and am a terrible housewife. I know I can be incredibly moody and irritable. I know I don't compare to your ex-wife. I know you don't love me. But thank you for not saying it out loud.
Confession #197
Quit wetting the bed and pretending it didn't happen or acting like you don't know why it happened. It happens every time you drink half a bottle of whiskey before bed, which has been at least once a week for the last two and a half years.
Confession #198
Farting is not that funny. Especially when you do it. Then it's just disgusting. I swear you must be eating beans all day long at work, because your gas is beyond toxic.
Confession #199
I really wish you'd do something about all of that back hair. Its really gross.
Confession #200
It makes me uneasy -- how you are able to just turn your emotions on and off like a switch. It makes me wonder how much I can trust you.
I sometimes wish you would be hit by a bus, but only if you push your mother in front of it first.
I hate your mother. I hate the fact that your fear of her is stronger than your self-respect or your love for me. I hate sharing my home with her. I hate having her constantly hovering over us, especially when you're not home and I'm alone with the kids and she's constantly double-checking to make sure I'm not off on the corner smoking crack with my pimp and leaving them alone to play in traffic. I hate the fact that she might outlive you. I hate the fact that my hatred of her is sometimes as strong as my love for you.
Confession #192
Don't get all pissy at ME when I don't mail the bills out. YOU gave them
to me at the last minute and said they HAD to be mailed out TODAY. YOU
waited until the LAST DAY to pay them and expected ME to drop everything
to mail them. You want them out TODAY? Mail them out today your OWN
SELF!! Know how to use a stamp? GOOD!!
Confession #193
On your days off don't call me at the office to pretend to ask me how my day is going. I hear the cupboards slamming, I hear the refrigerator door. So it's no shock to me that as soon as you get the pleasantries over with you ask me if there's anything to eat, or what you should have for lunch. I swear to god you will forever be 8 years old. But the thing is you're 33 years old, and I am not your mother. So grow the fuck up and make yourself a sandwich.
Confession #194
You know what, asshole? I'm sick and tired of being the one to find and
kill the mouse. I'm tired of being the one to relight the pilot light
or being the one to refill the propane tank because you're too fucking
scared you'll blow up. Guess I'm the disposable one, eh? I'm also damn
sick of being the shield you use to deflect conflict from your fucked
up family. I kept your house, cooked your meals, washed your clothes,
jacked you off (and got nothing in return but a sticky hand), and put
up with your infidelity. NO MORE, ASSWIPE! I'm beyond done with you.
Your psycho mother can have you back. Tell her to bring out that while
dress she wore to our wedding; she'll need it to marry you.
Confession #195
If we lived closer, I would be in his arms right now instead of yours.
Confession #196
I know you married me out of a sense of duty because I was pregnant. I know I drive you crazy. I know I can't cook or clean and am a terrible housewife. I know I can be incredibly moody and irritable. I know I don't compare to your ex-wife. I know you don't love me. But thank you for not saying it out loud.
Confession #197
Quit wetting the bed and pretending it didn't happen or acting like you don't know why it happened. It happens every time you drink half a bottle of whiskey before bed, which has been at least once a week for the last two and a half years.
Confession #198
Farting is not that funny. Especially when you do it. Then it's just disgusting. I swear you must be eating beans all day long at work, because your gas is beyond toxic.
Confession #199
I really wish you'd do something about all of that back hair. Its really gross.
Confession #200
It makes me uneasy -- how you are able to just turn your emotions on and off like a switch. It makes me wonder how much I can trust you.
Monday, October 26, 2009
True Wife Confession 303 See Other
Confession #3021
I saw someone in a walker standing in the road late at night and
stopped to help her. I gave her a ride to her niece's house. I
didn't tell you because I knew you would lecture me about safety and,
more importantly, you would resent me doing anything to help someone
who isn't a member of our household. You get annoyed if I babysit my
sister's kids, too.
Confession #3022
Dear Husband,
I have been married to you for 15 yrs and I am so bored with you. You have an extremely low sex drive and even viagra doesn't work on you. Pathetic. I keep myself up in every physical way and you are a blob to me. Other men look at me and I wish I could be with some of them. Even just to get intellectually stimulated (which does not happen with you.) This is our second marriage and I am not really young so my dilemma is should I just stay in this marriage with all the insurance benefits Or leave this marriage. The thought of setting up my own computer and getting myself insurance is truly nauseating! Not having to eat dinner alone is a plus and I guess most couples stay in their marriages at this stage life.
Confession #3023
I miss you.
Not the you who, blaming me for everything, walked away from the marriage and lied to his friends and family about why our lives fell apart.
No, I miss the man I married. He was wonderful, and we had a bright future ahead of us. I miss the man who told my best friend that I was the woman he had been waiting for his whole life. I miss the man who promised to grow old with me. I miss the man I adored and who adored me, who loved every little kindness I did for him, and who would have taken a bullet for me. He was a wonderful, kind, sweet, generous, loving man, and I loved him.
I feel like he's gone forever. As though he'll never come back . . . even if you walk back in that door.
Stupid mental disorder. You wouldn't take responsibility for it. You let it win. You let it destroy everything good about you, and then you blamed me for the damage it caused.
I can forgive you for the pain, the hurt, and the damage, but I cannot forgive you for letting it destroy your life, my life, and our marriage. What happened was senseless. We'll both be the poorer for it, and forever wonder what our lives would have been like otherwise. It's not too late--but it will be soon. You can still fix this. Please, wake up and understand what really happened. Please, get a proper therapist who understands your condition. Please, before I'm forced to divorce you. Please, it will soon be too late. Please.
Confession #3024
I have cheated on my husband with my ex-boyfriend through out my ten year marriage. I even had sex with my ex-boyfriend while I was pregnant. I am a horrible wife.
Confession #3025
I am trying hard to fall back in love with you. Please don't fuck it up with explosions of anger or other disappointments.
Confession #3026
We are perfect. We had a nasty issue, and worked it out like adults. We are honest. We are sexy. We live 1700 miles apart. I'm used to the ache now. Once a month is for periods and utility bills, not putting my face in your chest and inhaling like a drowning person breaking the water's surface. I want to do that every day. When you graduate and move here, will it be the same? Or will you look at me across the kitchen and wonder why I haven't left for the airport yet? Have we done so well adjusting to half a continent, that an apartment will feel like a bear trap? These are the things that keep me up at night. I miss you. I love you. I have married you a thousand times already. I just want to know that when we do it for real, you won't miss all the space that the distance between Denver and New York has allowed. I know I wont.
Confession #3027
You tried to retain the same lawyer as me for our divorce. Her name and her firms name were plastered all over the papers you had been served with and you still didn't twig when you "googled" for a lawyer and picked her because she was close to the house. You still didn't twig until she saw your papers when you sat down with her and she had to tell you she was my lawyer. Thanks for confirming yet again why I'm leaving.
Confession #3028
The reason I am fucking him is because he's nice to me. Something that you can't be bothered to do.
I don't feel guilty. I feel empowered.
Confession #3029
You cheated on me a year ago - I cleaned all 3 bathrooms (including YOUR nasty toilet that you hadn't even bothered to flush AGAIN!!) with your toothbrush - now I feel bad that you have had a bad bad sinus infection since I did it - you think I am being so caring when I am trying to get you meds and doctors appointments - It's not so much care as guilt - but think you could have caught so much worse off that skanky homewrecking whore had I not found out when I did - so maybe no more guilt for me!!!
Confession #3030
I started confessing here when my husband began his hamfisted attempts at opening up our marriage. I didn't really want to be with anyone else. Because he wanted it so much, I reluctantly agreed; he proceeded to break his own promises, disrespect our mutual friend, pressure me into a dozen things I hated, surround me with unpleasant surprises and emotional blackmail, and then act completely surprised when I told him I was thinking of divorcing his ass.
And yet we made it through. Counseling helped. That, and the fact that I could see all too well that he really had no intention of being such an asshat. He just had a lot of learning to do.
Do I sound like I'm still angry? I am. I'm angry that the man I married turned out to be a spoiled kid who can't even faintly imagine saying no to himself when he wants something, even knowing that it will hurt me. And I'm angry that I seem to need him in my life anyway.
I'm also still in love with him. He's not just the man who keeps trying to fuck our friends. He's also the man who drove me back and forth to my family's house a hundred times while my father was ill. He's the man who overheard me reminiscing about a song I liked and hunted down the rare album for me. He's the man who looks after me when I walk in my sleep. He puts up with my annoying brother. He takes my cats to the vet.
I didn't make my vows lightly, and neither did he. It's bittersweet. We love each other, and we deserve each other, and we're in this for good.
I saw someone in a walker standing in the road late at night and
stopped to help her. I gave her a ride to her niece's house. I
didn't tell you because I knew you would lecture me about safety and,
more importantly, you would resent me doing anything to help someone
who isn't a member of our household. You get annoyed if I babysit my
sister's kids, too.
Confession #3022
Dear Husband,
I have been married to you for 15 yrs and I am so bored with you. You have an extremely low sex drive and even viagra doesn't work on you. Pathetic. I keep myself up in every physical way and you are a blob to me. Other men look at me and I wish I could be with some of them. Even just to get intellectually stimulated (which does not happen with you.) This is our second marriage and I am not really young so my dilemma is should I just stay in this marriage with all the insurance benefits Or leave this marriage. The thought of setting up my own computer and getting myself insurance is truly nauseating! Not having to eat dinner alone is a plus and I guess most couples stay in their marriages at this stage life.
Confession #3023
I miss you.
Not the you who, blaming me for everything, walked away from the marriage and lied to his friends and family about why our lives fell apart.
No, I miss the man I married. He was wonderful, and we had a bright future ahead of us. I miss the man who told my best friend that I was the woman he had been waiting for his whole life. I miss the man who promised to grow old with me. I miss the man I adored and who adored me, who loved every little kindness I did for him, and who would have taken a bullet for me. He was a wonderful, kind, sweet, generous, loving man, and I loved him.
I feel like he's gone forever. As though he'll never come back . . . even if you walk back in that door.
Stupid mental disorder. You wouldn't take responsibility for it. You let it win. You let it destroy everything good about you, and then you blamed me for the damage it caused.
I can forgive you for the pain, the hurt, and the damage, but I cannot forgive you for letting it destroy your life, my life, and our marriage. What happened was senseless. We'll both be the poorer for it, and forever wonder what our lives would have been like otherwise. It's not too late--but it will be soon. You can still fix this. Please, wake up and understand what really happened. Please, get a proper therapist who understands your condition. Please, before I'm forced to divorce you. Please, it will soon be too late. Please.
Confession #3024
I have cheated on my husband with my ex-boyfriend through out my ten year marriage. I even had sex with my ex-boyfriend while I was pregnant. I am a horrible wife.
Confession #3025
I am trying hard to fall back in love with you. Please don't fuck it up with explosions of anger or other disappointments.
Confession #3026
We are perfect. We had a nasty issue, and worked it out like adults. We are honest. We are sexy. We live 1700 miles apart. I'm used to the ache now. Once a month is for periods and utility bills, not putting my face in your chest and inhaling like a drowning person breaking the water's surface. I want to do that every day. When you graduate and move here, will it be the same? Or will you look at me across the kitchen and wonder why I haven't left for the airport yet? Have we done so well adjusting to half a continent, that an apartment will feel like a bear trap? These are the things that keep me up at night. I miss you. I love you. I have married you a thousand times already. I just want to know that when we do it for real, you won't miss all the space that the distance between Denver and New York has allowed. I know I wont.
Confession #3027
You tried to retain the same lawyer as me for our divorce. Her name and her firms name were plastered all over the papers you had been served with and you still didn't twig when you "googled" for a lawyer and picked her because she was close to the house. You still didn't twig until she saw your papers when you sat down with her and she had to tell you she was my lawyer. Thanks for confirming yet again why I'm leaving.
Confession #3028
The reason I am fucking him is because he's nice to me. Something that you can't be bothered to do.
I don't feel guilty. I feel empowered.
Confession #3029
You cheated on me a year ago - I cleaned all 3 bathrooms (including YOUR nasty toilet that you hadn't even bothered to flush AGAIN!!) with your toothbrush - now I feel bad that you have had a bad bad sinus infection since I did it - you think I am being so caring when I am trying to get you meds and doctors appointments - It's not so much care as guilt - but think you could have caught so much worse off that skanky homewrecking whore had I not found out when I did - so maybe no more guilt for me!!!
Confession #3030
I started confessing here when my husband began his hamfisted attempts at opening up our marriage. I didn't really want to be with anyone else. Because he wanted it so much, I reluctantly agreed; he proceeded to break his own promises, disrespect our mutual friend, pressure me into a dozen things I hated, surround me with unpleasant surprises and emotional blackmail, and then act completely surprised when I told him I was thinking of divorcing his ass.
And yet we made it through. Counseling helped. That, and the fact that I could see all too well that he really had no intention of being such an asshat. He just had a lot of learning to do.
Do I sound like I'm still angry? I am. I'm angry that the man I married turned out to be a spoiled kid who can't even faintly imagine saying no to himself when he wants something, even knowing that it will hurt me. And I'm angry that I seem to need him in my life anyway.
I'm also still in love with him. He's not just the man who keeps trying to fuck our friends. He's also the man who drove me back and forth to my family's house a hundred times while my father was ill. He's the man who overheard me reminiscing about a song I liked and hunted down the rare album for me. He's the man who looks after me when I walk in my sleep. He puts up with my annoying brother. He takes my cats to the vet.
I didn't make my vows lightly, and neither did he. It's bittersweet. We love each other, and we deserve each other, and we're in this for good.
Monday, October 12, 2009
True Wife Confession 302 hay bales
Confession #3011
I've slept with 2 of your friends, it was great. I would have felt bad about it but you were having sex with your first cousin.
Confession #3012
have a social etiquette problem...a guy I dated for about 2 years died over the weekend and a few of my friends have gotten in touch with me to let me know or "check-in" on me...with my 3 real friends from that town i can be totally up front and tear that physically, emotionally, and mentally abusing jerkface down like we always do...(what? he was drunk driving on his way to either hook up with some girl he met at the bar or do coke) but with some of people that contact me i feel the need to hide my real feelings and pretend he was some great guy...i have a similar problem with my other dead boyfriend..he died 5 1/2 years ago when i was 19 and we were still dating at the time but it was a bad relationship and either one of us was going to die (lots of first time drug and alcohol experiences going on) or we were going to have a horrible break-up...we are from the same home town so after it first happened i moved to another town where i met the jerkface cause i couldn't deal with being somewhere we had grown up together...now i'm back in my hometown and people are finding me on facebook and asking if i dated the guy who died cause they went to school with him and such...and once again they remember him as this shining example of a man...i remember a drunk, an abuser, a guy with more mommy and daddy issues than i've seen in anyone but my own father...but i say all the nice things...he was great, i miss him everyday...and that's a little true but mostly i remember the crying and the fear and i just thank isis that i'm here and alive and they can't control or hurt me anymore...so i put this here so that the people on myspace and facebook wouldn't think i'm an awful person
Confession #3013
From a Husband:
Why do you feel that just because you think you're cleaner, you are welcome to whine and complain about EVERY little thing! You leave your hairs on the sink for days yet if I shave and leave a few hairs on the counter, I'm a messy person. My hairs take up less space than your head hairs, and tend to sit there less time than yours because I shave only once every couple weeks.
Why do I have to hear about everything the roommate does even though I had nothing to do with it. Why is it that if he is messy, "the guys" made the mess. It's not fair. I didn't marry you for this treatment. I married you because you were a loving woman who cares more about other people than anyone else I know, unless they make a mess. If a mess is made, they may as well have spit on your family name, because they're going to hear about it. I clean up little messes you make and say nothing. You have to make it known every time that you are cleaning my mess. How is that fair. Why do I put up with it? I'm starting to not remember why.
All I want is for you to relax and not be uptight about things. I want you to not blow up at little things. If I do something worthy of it, go ahead, yell, scream, call me names, I deserve it, but if I forgot to clean up something (that you acknowledge I'm doing better at remembering to do now), then drop it. Don't bitch. Don't complain. Just do it. I do it for you.
Stop going to these sites. They don't help you. All they do is make you think that I am doing horrible things by reinforcing a negative image of men and our habits. Women aren't that much better, just different. If I complained as much as you did, you would have done the things I did tonight. You would have said the things I did, called me the names I called you. Stop it. Please. I love you, but you're doing a good job of making it hard for me to do that. I've asked you this before. I know how often you read this site. I'm asking you here. Please stop thinking I'm bad. I'm not. I'm just different and deal with different things than you do. Try taking care of all the things I do. I bet you if we switched rolls, I could continue to clean, you wouldn't have a clue how to do the things I do. How do you fix the computer? Go hook up the new tv we just got (no manuals allowed). Go move the really heavy items that you can't lift. Go DRIVE!!! Go to the grocery store by yourself more than once a month. I usually go atleast 3 times a month by myself. You complain at the thought of it! Call the pizza place on your on for once. I can't even eat it, yet I have to order it for you! Its not my fault I'm allergic to it, but you're doing an amazing job of rubbing it in my face everytime you make me order my favorite food from before I had the allergy. It makes me feel great! It makes me want to jump off a bridge!
And if you really want to continue with it, sure, I'm messy, but you refuse to drive anywhere. You refuse to goto the grocery store by yourself (which is across the street!!!). Aside from going to work, you don't do anything outside of the house unless I take you! I do all the technical things. I deal with EVERYTHING outside the house. Maybe if you dealt with that, I'd be more able and willing to help inside the house. Don't give any excuses for not driving either. You chose to be afraid after my accident. You weren't even in the truck. You were at home, all by yourself, not helping, not doing anything. You weren't involved, yet you're the one that developed a fear of driving! I don't want to hear how unfair I am. It's equal and you refuse to recognize that.
Now, stop being so self righteous and come back down to earth and join me! I love you. I want you. But I want you to be reasonable! If you can't do that, this isn't going to last long. I don't want that.
Confession #3014
When I’m downstairs like this all I can think about is you lying in bed and how much I wish I was by your side. However, I cannot sleep and I don’t want to wake you because I know you need your sleep. Here it is 3am and all I can do is think about you. You are everything I have ever hoped for and dreamed of. I love the way you laugh and joke with me, I love the way you smile when you look at me. I love so many things about you I don’t know if I can list them all.
You know when you leave for work and I’m still in bed, you lean in to kiss me goodbye and you smell so good I just want to pull you back in bed with me and make love to you. You are an amazing lover! So sweet, tender, and unselfish. You actually make me believe that you almost worship my body and that is an incredible feeling.
When you walk in from work and smile at me the way you do, it makes me feel so alive. My heart really does beat faster when I hear the garage door open. It means you are home and will be smiling at me soon. I love that smile that you have, the one that’s just for me.
I love the way you call and tell me you love me, and the way we call each other several times a day just to say hi. It always brightens my day and lets me know you are thinking of me. I am thinking of you too.
I love the talks that we have. Many times we have great discussions that go on for hours and it makes me feel like my input is important to you. I love hearing you talk about anything and everything. Your insight into our lives is something I love hearing about. I love planning our future together, it lets me know you love me and will be around for always. We have such big plans and dreams and I love working towards them with you. I like being your partner in this life.
Without you I don’t know where I would be, probably completely lost, but instead you came into my life and not only saved me, you gave me a better life. I cannot thank you enough for loving me and taking care of me. Thank you for letting me love you and for letting me be who I am and not trying to change who I am. You try to change me for the better and that’s good. You are my champion and always in my corner. I never had that before and I appreciate it. It makes me feel special that someone cares that much about me. You believe in me more than I do.
I really do believe you are a good father. You love our children so much and it shows in everything you do. Sometimes I may disagree with how you go about things, but I cannot deny that your way is more Christ like. You are so caring and patient with me and them, it’s almost unbelievable. But I know it’s true. You put all others above you. You take care of everyone and everything and for that I am extremely grateful.
I have no secrets from you; I know this was not always true. The way you stood by me this past year with my health issues and other problems has been incredible. It’s a true testament to the man that you are. I’m so grateful to your parents for helping to make you the man you are today.
I love that we still have so much love and affection for each other even after all these years. Sometimes I feel like we are still newlyweds and I pray every day that that feeling doesn’t go away. Although I really don’t see it changing and that makes me incredibly happy.
I love you for the man you are and I’m so incredibly amazed that I found someone like you. You are everything to me. My husband, my lover, my best friend, and most of all one day you will be my eternal companion. I cannot wait for that day to come. To know that I will be with you for eternity will make me so incredibly happy! You are a man like no other. You make me feel like there’s no other woman in the world, I love knowing that I’m going to feel like that forever!
Confession #3015
Aint it funny how you ALWAYS blame me for not being "wet enough" and needing to use lube on the VERY rare occasions we do have sex and even then it still hurts and is so pleasureless for me - yet with my lover I am so VERY wet and come EVERY TIME in fact usually more than once!
I married you because I was naive enough to think that because I loved you (which I no longer do) that the sex would get better and it did - just not with you!
Confession #3016
My love,
Though these times may be dark and filled with many hardships and obstacles, I am truly and completely still in love with you. I am in pain everyday, though smiling inside knowing what is possible for us. Sometimes I feel like I would wait for an eternity just to be able to really feel you again. But pray it won't take that long.
Through all of our past difficulties, you were always the one that I held up as my bright shining light, the one who gave of themselves more than anyone and who loved me without selfishness from the bottom of your kind heart. Soon the only truth will be me and you. No more of what has cost us both so much. The only darkness will be behind us, and the passion that we silence will come bursting forth, into reality, never to be lost again.
It is not spoken, but I love you so much baby. I burn for you everyday, I always have and I always will. My heart won't rest until you can feel that for real.
Confession #3017
To my fantastically new husband;
I checked your text messages today and I feel horrible about it. I know why I did it too; not because I don't trust you, not because I think you are cheating on me (despite the fact that we haven't had sex in two weeks because of my impending due date and ever expanding stomach), and not because you did anything to provoke me to go digging... but because MY EX was so slimy and horrible that I had to check his text messages to see if I needed to get checked for STD's at my next DR appointment. Which I did, EVERY TIME. I wish I knew of a way to erase the past and forget about my selfish, slimy, self centered, nasty, horrible ex husband. I wish I had met you first. You are so good to me and wonderful and I am so excited to be starting a family with you and I wish, I WISH, you were my only husband, instead of my second. I know that we will be happy together for the long haul... as long as I can curb my need to snoop. A need I never had before the EX. I am so sorry I checked your texts (which were wonderfully boring) and I hope I never have to opportunity to do so again. So please don't forget your phone at home when you go to work anymore. Thank you. I love you more than you'll ever know.
Your shameful new wife
Confession #3018
You sit there and put on a pretty show for other people, but I know the real you. The one that won't do laundry, or anything with your kids, or clean house. I have to do everything around here except make dinner and run the dishwasher. You won't mop, or clean a bathroom, or clean up the desk. All this, and unemployed too. While I work full time and am still taking care of the house.
I cheated 5 years ago, and I'm seriously considering it again. The reason the last time I cheated was because I was being ignored. Guess what? Your doing it again. You refuse to talk about anything, and when I try, you get pissed. So where does that leave me? Writing a confession while you're probably busy playing your damn game, yet again.
Confession #3019
Very little irritates me about you but for the love of Goddess can we not chuck out the boxes of unopened software you worked on 10 years ago? I mean we're not using it, it doesn't have your name on it saying "QAed by So and So"
Confession #3020
I confessed in the early days, I confessed in the middle days and I confessed fairly recently. The spirit of the confessions started as silly little secrets kept from the husband. ( The stroller is bent because I backed over it with the car.) Quickly we jumped to I am sleeping around, I want to sleep around, I hate you, I dip your toothbrush in the toilet, etc. I stopped confessing because I felt better about my relationship, my good feelings aren't secrets; I tell my husband that I love him. I think misery loves company. I read the confessions when I was unhappy; I could feel companionship because others felt the same way. Or I could tell myself things aren't as bad as ####. The comments sections get downright nasty sometimes, or they did. I don't read the comments anymore. I don't care what other people say about my confession. I just feel better to have gotten off my chest.
And honey, I really hate the way you cook the bacon. I like my bacon crispy.
I've slept with 2 of your friends, it was great. I would have felt bad about it but you were having sex with your first cousin.
Confession #3012
have a social etiquette problem...a guy I dated for about 2 years died over the weekend and a few of my friends have gotten in touch with me to let me know or "check-in" on me...with my 3 real friends from that town i can be totally up front and tear that physically, emotionally, and mentally abusing jerkface down like we always do...(what? he was drunk driving on his way to either hook up with some girl he met at the bar or do coke) but with some of people that contact me i feel the need to hide my real feelings and pretend he was some great guy...i have a similar problem with my other dead boyfriend..he died 5 1/2 years ago when i was 19 and we were still dating at the time but it was a bad relationship and either one of us was going to die (lots of first time drug and alcohol experiences going on) or we were going to have a horrible break-up...we are from the same home town so after it first happened i moved to another town where i met the jerkface cause i couldn't deal with being somewhere we had grown up together...now i'm back in my hometown and people are finding me on facebook and asking if i dated the guy who died cause they went to school with him and such...and once again they remember him as this shining example of a man...i remember a drunk, an abuser, a guy with more mommy and daddy issues than i've seen in anyone but my own father...but i say all the nice things...he was great, i miss him everyday...and that's a little true but mostly i remember the crying and the fear and i just thank isis that i'm here and alive and they can't control or hurt me anymore...so i put this here so that the people on myspace and facebook wouldn't think i'm an awful person
Confession #3013
From a Husband:
Why do you feel that just because you think you're cleaner, you are welcome to whine and complain about EVERY little thing! You leave your hairs on the sink for days yet if I shave and leave a few hairs on the counter, I'm a messy person. My hairs take up less space than your head hairs, and tend to sit there less time than yours because I shave only once every couple weeks.
Why do I have to hear about everything the roommate does even though I had nothing to do with it. Why is it that if he is messy, "the guys" made the mess. It's not fair. I didn't marry you for this treatment. I married you because you were a loving woman who cares more about other people than anyone else I know, unless they make a mess. If a mess is made, they may as well have spit on your family name, because they're going to hear about it. I clean up little messes you make and say nothing. You have to make it known every time that you are cleaning my mess. How is that fair. Why do I put up with it? I'm starting to not remember why.
All I want is for you to relax and not be uptight about things. I want you to not blow up at little things. If I do something worthy of it, go ahead, yell, scream, call me names, I deserve it, but if I forgot to clean up something (that you acknowledge I'm doing better at remembering to do now), then drop it. Don't bitch. Don't complain. Just do it. I do it for you.
Stop going to these sites. They don't help you. All they do is make you think that I am doing horrible things by reinforcing a negative image of men and our habits. Women aren't that much better, just different. If I complained as much as you did, you would have done the things I did tonight. You would have said the things I did, called me the names I called you. Stop it. Please. I love you, but you're doing a good job of making it hard for me to do that. I've asked you this before. I know how often you read this site. I'm asking you here. Please stop thinking I'm bad. I'm not. I'm just different and deal with different things than you do. Try taking care of all the things I do. I bet you if we switched rolls, I could continue to clean, you wouldn't have a clue how to do the things I do. How do you fix the computer? Go hook up the new tv we just got (no manuals allowed). Go move the really heavy items that you can't lift. Go DRIVE!!! Go to the grocery store by yourself more than once a month. I usually go atleast 3 times a month by myself. You complain at the thought of it! Call the pizza place on your on for once. I can't even eat it, yet I have to order it for you! Its not my fault I'm allergic to it, but you're doing an amazing job of rubbing it in my face everytime you make me order my favorite food from before I had the allergy. It makes me feel great! It makes me want to jump off a bridge!
And if you really want to continue with it, sure, I'm messy, but you refuse to drive anywhere. You refuse to goto the grocery store by yourself (which is across the street!!!). Aside from going to work, you don't do anything outside of the house unless I take you! I do all the technical things. I deal with EVERYTHING outside the house. Maybe if you dealt with that, I'd be more able and willing to help inside the house. Don't give any excuses for not driving either. You chose to be afraid after my accident. You weren't even in the truck. You were at home, all by yourself, not helping, not doing anything. You weren't involved, yet you're the one that developed a fear of driving! I don't want to hear how unfair I am. It's equal and you refuse to recognize that.
Now, stop being so self righteous and come back down to earth and join me! I love you. I want you. But I want you to be reasonable! If you can't do that, this isn't going to last long. I don't want that.
Confession #3014
When I’m downstairs like this all I can think about is you lying in bed and how much I wish I was by your side. However, I cannot sleep and I don’t want to wake you because I know you need your sleep. Here it is 3am and all I can do is think about you. You are everything I have ever hoped for and dreamed of. I love the way you laugh and joke with me, I love the way you smile when you look at me. I love so many things about you I don’t know if I can list them all.
You know when you leave for work and I’m still in bed, you lean in to kiss me goodbye and you smell so good I just want to pull you back in bed with me and make love to you. You are an amazing lover! So sweet, tender, and unselfish. You actually make me believe that you almost worship my body and that is an incredible feeling.
When you walk in from work and smile at me the way you do, it makes me feel so alive. My heart really does beat faster when I hear the garage door open. It means you are home and will be smiling at me soon. I love that smile that you have, the one that’s just for me.
I love the way you call and tell me you love me, and the way we call each other several times a day just to say hi. It always brightens my day and lets me know you are thinking of me. I am thinking of you too.
I love the talks that we have. Many times we have great discussions that go on for hours and it makes me feel like my input is important to you. I love hearing you talk about anything and everything. Your insight into our lives is something I love hearing about. I love planning our future together, it lets me know you love me and will be around for always. We have such big plans and dreams and I love working towards them with you. I like being your partner in this life.
Without you I don’t know where I would be, probably completely lost, but instead you came into my life and not only saved me, you gave me a better life. I cannot thank you enough for loving me and taking care of me. Thank you for letting me love you and for letting me be who I am and not trying to change who I am. You try to change me for the better and that’s good. You are my champion and always in my corner. I never had that before and I appreciate it. It makes me feel special that someone cares that much about me. You believe in me more than I do.
I really do believe you are a good father. You love our children so much and it shows in everything you do. Sometimes I may disagree with how you go about things, but I cannot deny that your way is more Christ like. You are so caring and patient with me and them, it’s almost unbelievable. But I know it’s true. You put all others above you. You take care of everyone and everything and for that I am extremely grateful.
I have no secrets from you; I know this was not always true. The way you stood by me this past year with my health issues and other problems has been incredible. It’s a true testament to the man that you are. I’m so grateful to your parents for helping to make you the man you are today.
I love that we still have so much love and affection for each other even after all these years. Sometimes I feel like we are still newlyweds and I pray every day that that feeling doesn’t go away. Although I really don’t see it changing and that makes me incredibly happy.
I love you for the man you are and I’m so incredibly amazed that I found someone like you. You are everything to me. My husband, my lover, my best friend, and most of all one day you will be my eternal companion. I cannot wait for that day to come. To know that I will be with you for eternity will make me so incredibly happy! You are a man like no other. You make me feel like there’s no other woman in the world, I love knowing that I’m going to feel like that forever!
Confession #3015
Aint it funny how you ALWAYS blame me for not being "wet enough" and needing to use lube on the VERY rare occasions we do have sex and even then it still hurts and is so pleasureless for me - yet with my lover I am so VERY wet and come EVERY TIME in fact usually more than once!
I married you because I was naive enough to think that because I loved you (which I no longer do) that the sex would get better and it did - just not with you!
Confession #3016
My love,
Though these times may be dark and filled with many hardships and obstacles, I am truly and completely still in love with you. I am in pain everyday, though smiling inside knowing what is possible for us. Sometimes I feel like I would wait for an eternity just to be able to really feel you again. But pray it won't take that long.
Through all of our past difficulties, you were always the one that I held up as my bright shining light, the one who gave of themselves more than anyone and who loved me without selfishness from the bottom of your kind heart. Soon the only truth will be me and you. No more of what has cost us both so much. The only darkness will be behind us, and the passion that we silence will come bursting forth, into reality, never to be lost again.
It is not spoken, but I love you so much baby. I burn for you everyday, I always have and I always will. My heart won't rest until you can feel that for real.
Confession #3017
To my fantastically new husband;
I checked your text messages today and I feel horrible about it. I know why I did it too; not because I don't trust you, not because I think you are cheating on me (despite the fact that we haven't had sex in two weeks because of my impending due date and ever expanding stomach), and not because you did anything to provoke me to go digging... but because MY EX was so slimy and horrible that I had to check his text messages to see if I needed to get checked for STD's at my next DR appointment. Which I did, EVERY TIME. I wish I knew of a way to erase the past and forget about my selfish, slimy, self centered, nasty, horrible ex husband. I wish I had met you first. You are so good to me and wonderful and I am so excited to be starting a family with you and I wish, I WISH, you were my only husband, instead of my second. I know that we will be happy together for the long haul... as long as I can curb my need to snoop. A need I never had before the EX. I am so sorry I checked your texts (which were wonderfully boring) and I hope I never have to opportunity to do so again. So please don't forget your phone at home when you go to work anymore. Thank you. I love you more than you'll ever know.
Your shameful new wife
Confession #3018
You sit there and put on a pretty show for other people, but I know the real you. The one that won't do laundry, or anything with your kids, or clean house. I have to do everything around here except make dinner and run the dishwasher. You won't mop, or clean a bathroom, or clean up the desk. All this, and unemployed too. While I work full time and am still taking care of the house.
I cheated 5 years ago, and I'm seriously considering it again. The reason the last time I cheated was because I was being ignored. Guess what? Your doing it again. You refuse to talk about anything, and when I try, you get pissed. So where does that leave me? Writing a confession while you're probably busy playing your damn game, yet again.
Confession #3019
Very little irritates me about you but for the love of Goddess can we not chuck out the boxes of unopened software you worked on 10 years ago? I mean we're not using it, it doesn't have your name on it saying "QAed by So and So"
Confession #3020
I confessed in the early days, I confessed in the middle days and I confessed fairly recently. The spirit of the confessions started as silly little secrets kept from the husband. ( The stroller is bent because I backed over it with the car.) Quickly we jumped to I am sleeping around, I want to sleep around, I hate you, I dip your toothbrush in the toilet, etc. I stopped confessing because I felt better about my relationship, my good feelings aren't secrets; I tell my husband that I love him. I think misery loves company. I read the confessions when I was unhappy; I could feel companionship because others felt the same way. Or I could tell myself things aren't as bad as ####. The comments sections get downright nasty sometimes, or they did. I don't read the comments anymore. I don't care what other people say about my confession. I just feel better to have gotten off my chest.
And honey, I really hate the way you cook the bacon. I like my bacon crispy.
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