Confession #301
I really am all healed up from giving birth, I'm just not going to tell you that because this is the only time in our relationship you have given me affection without expecting sex in return.
Confession #302
Just because you are older than me, that does not mean that you know everything. It may be possible that I know more about a subject than you do. I however, do not feel the need to rub your face in the fact that I know more about it than you. Just because you feel like an idiot, that does not give you the right to be a dick.
Confession #303
When I visit my family and friends back home do not constantly call me to talk about nothing. They live 1000 miles away and I see them 10 days a year, you get the other 355. Do not be so greedy for my time. There is also no need to check and see what I am doing. I am a responsible adult (unlike you) and can have fun without getting into trouble. My old friends (the ones that happen to be men) are not a threat to you. I have known them for years and if I had wanted to be with any of them I had plenty of opportunity in the past. Stop being so jealous and controlling. I am more likely to leave you for that than for an imagined affair.
Confession #304
I wouldn't seem so jealous if you didn't flirt all the time. With
everyone. I trust you....really I do. I know you won't do anything.
But it is just so annoying especially when others point it out to me.
You are engaged remember? And I do have feelings. Try to remember
that.
Confession #305
How do I tell you that I hate your son? I knew you had a child when we started dating. I married you knowing that this part of your life was included in the package. I counted myself lucky that you and his mother had never been married, had been apart since before his birth. Little did I know how much I was going to hate knowing that you and I would never experience a first pregnancy together. And now? Now that we are days away from the 1st anniversary of our first infertility treatment and still not pregnant, knowing that you have a 12 year old oops? I feel so broken and incomplete. You are smart enough and sensitive enough to never bring up her pregnancy unless I ask and for that I'm greatful. But it kills me to know that if we do finally get pregnant, none of it will be new and exciting to you. You've been there and done that. I don't blame you, though. For some reason, I blame your son...the physical representation of this past that I can never truly be a part of. I welcome him into my home, I've tried to help raise him. I clothe him and feed him, using my own money, and attend his recitals and parent-teacher meetings, but I'm still just the step-mom and sometimes that sounds an awful lot like when I used to get introduced as "dad's girlfriend." My opinion is never asked. Never mind the degree in education and child-development, ignore the fact that I was a nanny to three children for years...more of a mother to them than their own mother, I couldn't POSSIBLY have any information to offer, experience to share, advice to provide to you and her, who have never raised a child, who were only children, who never so much as babysat for an afternoon. I feel shut out. And sometimes, just sometimes, it makes me hate you just a bit too.
Confession #306
I love you dearly but the attention I got from another guy the other day was
enough to make me think about what it might be like to be with some one
else.
Confession #307
Being married to you is like having a roommate. We don't have sex, but we laugh alot. We don't kiss or do anything intimate, but we watch TV together. You are a kind man, and there is so much wonderful about you. But I married you because I wanted a lover, not a roommate.
Confession #308
I love you for what you've become and how you have taken me to places so amazing I can't describe BUT....
if you don't stop thinking that because I go to school full time, that I don't work. I clean your damn house, wash your damn clothes, cook your damn food (when I'm not at school trying to better myself), have sex with you when I'm not exhausted and take out the damn trash. What do you do? Work. Yay for you. I worked while you went to school and now I get "the look" when you don't have any clean underwear! Have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe that I, too, would like to come home to a clean house with my clothes put away and the trash already taken out? I don't guess you have. Where's my clean underwear? In the washer, waiting ever so patiently for ME to put it in the dryer. Where are my clean dishes? In the dishwasher, again waiting for me, because apparently, taking 5 minutes to put them away, distracts you from more important things, like watching tv.
I realize that you work hard and I do appreciate what you do but appreciate what I do, too. Please notice what I do is way more important that what you do sometimes. I notice that you keep the grass cut and the dog happy, so notice when I clean that damn house to perfection - for you.
Confession #309
Dear Husband,
I hate you. I really do. Everytime you leave the house I hope you die in an accident. I've even thought about 'tweeking' your brakes on your motorcycle. You wonder why we have no sex life. Did you ever have sex with a drunk. It is no fun. Last time you even said "can you pretend you are enjoying this?" You are a lazy lazy man, yet always complain about how I clean the house or cook dinner. Why don't you try doing either one once?? We have 2 children - that you have never once changed thier diaper, bathed or put to bed. Yet you tell me that I am lazy and fat. Why am I fat? In hopes that you won't want to have sex with me. Oh. I do get bonuses - twice a year - that I don't tell you about. My mom is saving the money for me so that I can leave you and hopefully find some love in this life
Confession #310
I love that you care for my child as though she were Ours. You help with vomit duty and everything. You are my best friend and I love you immensely but please for the love of all that is holy, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN. Do not question my preparation methods and do not compare my cooking to that of your mother's. It just makes me want to slam your head in the oven. And, if I don't ask for help, don't just assume you know how to do it better than I. Because you don't.
Ah, I feel better already.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
True Wife Confessions 313 Motor City
Confession #3131
After several years of bullshit, we finally stood up to your family. During the big dust up your mother and brother both told me that I'm not a member of the family and that I don't have any say in the matter. Thank you for standing up to them. Thank you for backing me up. Thank you for standing with me and proving them wrong about the strength of our relationship. Please don't be the peacemaker and extend the olive branch before they apologize or this will all have been for nothing.
Confession #3132
Dear Oblivious Husband,
You "didn't realize" over the past decade how your family treated me like crap, you "didn't realize" that the incessant text messeges from a female co worker was inappropriate, or that 45 of these occured on the day that I was in the hospital, while I recieved 10 that same day .... You "didn't realize" that you hardly ever tell me that I'm beautiful ... or that when the kids are in bed and we're supposed to have "us" time together, that you're playing your Play Station or working on your fantasy football .... When am I going to be important enough for you to pay attention? We discussed this I realize , and are trying to work on things, but now all this attention feels fake, and I'm still hurt.
Love,
Your Invisible Wife
Confession #3133
YOU ARE AMAZING! There isn't one single part of you that doesn't move me! When I'm with you I feel so at ease like I'm completely understood without me having to even say a word! I genuinely enjoy being around you, you make me laugh! When you look at me its like you can see into my soul, and you make me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world! Your touch sends chills up my spine and the thought of you takes my breath away! The sex is AAAMAZING, just thinking about it sends me into euphoria And even when we get rough in bed I feel completely safe! BUT Last night when we were with friends and a guy started to flirt w me and you puffed up and told him to stop messn w " your girl" was the exact moment I knew we turned into a real couple! From any other guy I would have felt like a piece of property but coming from you it made me feel protected and loved, like you knew I was a catch and didn't want to give me up! I'm so glad I took a chance with you!
Xoxoxo
Confession #3134
I wish I could tell you but your head is always buried in the paper or in your laptop. I know the news is massively important but I have something to say. I am sorry you have been denied your conjugal rights- it wasn't meant to turn out that way but we drifted apart sexually. I need to admit that when I told you I bleed when you shag me thats only partly true. Sure, the prospect of HRT doesn't fill me with any great delight but it would be an easy answer. Sorry, its being economical with the truth which is that 12 years ago the love of my life came back into my life after 30 years. I don't get to see him much as he is miles away but he is with me in my mind all the sodding time. That's not to say I don't love you, I really do, but I love him too and always will. He is a positive soul, you have a half empty glass. I need to be cheered up, he does it.
When I got myself a mobile last year- catching up with the times at last- it was so he and I could keep in touch while you and I were away on holiday. You havent any idea about mobiles- and haven't even asked for my number! I avoid using it when you are around unless I have a sensible excuse- like a grandchild or child calling. We speak at least twice a day when you arent around and its lovely feeling him on the other end of the phone. One day though, circumstances will let us get together and I will go to my grave with him in my arms. I know it.
Wife
Confession #3135
When we were first married our sex life was...bland. This was in part due to medications I was on, but it was also due in huge part to the fact that when I had the urge I took care of things myself so when it came time to intimacy with you I wasn't interested and would just go through the motions for you.
A few years ago I realized that this was hurting our marriage and I worked hard to channel all of my passion to you and teach you how to meet all my needs. And you have become a much better lover. We have a wonderful sex life! Only, your drive is less than mine and it becomes zero if you're stressed or busy. Here's the thing: sex with you is important to me. I need to work at it in order to stay interested. I need to have an orgasm every 6 days - twice a week is ideal - in order to stay passionate and involved in our sex life. We've talked about this over and over again for YEARS and yet here we are, with you avoiding intimacy, again. It's been almost 2 weeks!
When we discussed this (AGAIN) the other night you asked me to wait for you and not to go back to "taking matters into my own hands." I'm sorry, honey, but the deed, so to speak, is done. After the first week I moved on and started taking care of myself again. I deserve to have an active sex life, to feel good and to feel sexy. If you can't do it I'm going to do it myself. What I really wish is that YOU would get it together and we could be intimate twice a week. But I'll take what I can get if you can't get it together.
Confession #3136
I tell you I’m seeing a therapist in March, it’s June and you still haven’t asked me why, no concern at all, wow I’m amazed at your level of not giving a shit about your wife. I tell you we need to talk, I need to know what you think, how you feel because you NEVER say anything except tell me stories about work. I don’t give a shit about your work stories. I hate everyone you work with. I’m working on making myself feel better and look better and when you see my tight ass walking OUT the door for good, please remember who wouldn’t talk, who didn’t care, and who didn’t want to make our marriage better. Sorry.
Confession #3137
Looking back, I realize that neither of us were "madly in love" with each other, that there really wasn't that huge spark between us. Nonetheless, I treated you so well for so many years. Buying you your favorite things, doing things for you, making your life easier by doing thoughtful things for you, picking up lunch for you when I picked up lunch for me, etc. You did nothing, no thoughtful gestures, no going out of your way to make my life easier, no things to show that you loved me. I don't doubt that you loved me in your own particular way but it got to the point where it just wasn't enough. I deserved to live with someone who not only acted like they liked me, but acted liked they loved me and you did neither. You told me that you were so attracted to me in the beginning because "I always had fun". Around the last half of our marriage, I was an embarrassment to you. I hadn't changed, my sense of humor and personality hadn't changed. What happened to the big attraction?
You got more and more selfish as you got older and the only thing that mattered was you. Not our children, our marriage and most definitely not me. For a long time, I was willing to live this way, as it wasn't that bad, I was living an ok life, etc. It finally dawned on me that I'd rather live by myself in complete poverty (if need be) then live with someone who acted like they didn't like me, didn't respect me and didn't have time for me or our children.
Now we're divorced. The kids and I are going to be fine. It bothers me that when you have them, while you are doing more things with them, you still don't understand that they don't need grand gestures, like going to the circus or Disney World, they want you to talk to them, listen to them, be interested in their lives and interests and just to hang out with them and for you to act like you really want to be with them. I don't doubt that you love them, as I know you do. But, you still sneak out in the middle of the night to go to your office on the weekends that they're at your house, just like you used to do when we all lived together. The only day of the year you wouldn't go to work was Christmas and to be totally honest, that's sad. Your boss doesn't appreciate all the hours you put in, in fact he used to make fun of you for it and probably still does. You've deluded yourself into thinking that you were working so hard to support the family and to keep us up in the lifestyle that we were living and that I expected you to provide. No, you worked that hard because you wanted to. No one expects you to work 7 days a week, 12 hours a day, no one but yourself. I'd been asking you for years to spend more time with our kids, do things with them, have lunch with them and no, you couldn't, you were working. Yet, you could take time off to do other things but you've never mananged to take time off just to spend quality time with your kids. It's a shame.
Good luck in your dating. Have you told them about the hooker and you trolling for affairs when we were married? I don't think so. I don't think those ladies would be so willing to buy your "awe, shucks, my ex-wife is a bi$%# and divorced innocent old me" schtick if they knew. No matter how much of a bi#$% you thought I was when we were married, there was NO reason why you should've paid for a hooker and paid to find affairs online. If you were that dissatisfied with our marriage and sex life, you should've started the divorce proceedings instead of me. But, no, you couldn't have done that because then you wouldn't be able to claim your "innocent injured spouse" status as I'm sure you're doing.
It hurts that you never loved me enough to do anything for me, especially when it would've taken so very little to make me happy. I'm not high maintainance at all and that was probably part of the problem. I didn't expect much and you couldn't even give me that little tiny effort that it would've taken. If people knew how poorly you treated me, they would be shocked. You were never there for me, during my surgeries, during the loss of our children, you never helped much with the kids, you were never proud of any of my accomplishments like graduating with a 4.0 GPA and receiving the highest award that my school offered. You didn't think that any effort other then giving me a card and cake was necessary for any birthdays or anniversaries. You just didn't want to do anything that would've shown me any love and it will always hurt some. You've made rude comments to me about my weight, my poor wardrobe, etc., all the while I was trying to make the best of a bad situation by not spending money on things that would've improved my wardrobe. You never wanted me to spend any money on anything and I rarely spent anything on me, just for the house and the kids and groceries, yet you had the money to spend on a hotel room, hooker and signing up and paying to join a website where married people look for affairs. You considered the money you made to be all yours, not ours and spent it how you wanted, never asking for my input or ideas.
Yes, I was part of the problem as I allowed you to act the way you did towards me. Things changed and I realized that I deserved better and that's where we are now. I hope you're happy living all by yourself, working the dating websites and lying to the ladies of this area about how you were wronged, etc. by mean old me. The kids and I will be ok. I don't plan to date any time soon, as it wouldn't be fair to them, as they need time to heal with me to help them but also because I don't want to make the same mistakes that I made with you. When I start dating again, I want to find a man who will treat me like he treasures and loves me, enjoys spending time with me, enjoys my sense of humor, acts like he's sexually attracted to me, etc. All the things that you, my husband of over 20 years, NEVER did. Sad.
I knew years ago when I saw an older couple sitting on a front porch swing together, very much loving being together and growing old together that you and I would never be that couple and it made me so sad. I'd rather be alone then be with you. I'm much happier without you always dragging me down, acting like I'm dumb, acting like my opinions don't matter and acting like you didn't like me or love me or were attracted to me. I guess it was a good thing that we hadn't been together for a few years when you got with the hooker because if we had and I'd found out about the hooker, I'd probably be in jail for doing a Lorenna Babbit on you.
If you don't change your ways, your children will eventually not want to do anything with you. Our daughter told me that she was afraid that when you started dating that you wouldn't want to spend any time with her at all. You need to stop being so out-of-control inequitable in how you buy presents for the kids. You don't need to measure it to the penny but when you don't buy one anything (even though you told her you'd give her something), spend $20 on the next one and spend way more on the third one, that's not nice at all. But, this is your pattern, if you can't do a big WOW present, you can't be bothered and it's going to end up biting you in the butt in a major way if you don't get a clue. And, while I'm on it, can you please buy some healthy food for our kids when they're at your house and maybe some snacks that they might like? Pizza, cereal, pretzles and frozen meals aren't exactly a well-rounded assortment of foods and it would be nice if they had a variety of foods to eat at your house instead of just that. And, don't think crying poverty because I'm "taking all your money" will work. If you have money to pay for dating sites, you have money to buy healthier food.
You're going to reap what you sow and if you don't watch out, you're going to end up all by yourself through no fault of anyone else's other then your own.
Confession #3138
Growing up, I scrawled my dreams and wishes in so many journals, feeling so alone, taking care of everyone but me. My childhood was not my own, too many responsibilities, no acknowledgement, and while I loved my family, by the time I met you, life had worn me down, even at the tender age of 19.
Meeting you, for the first time I had someone who cared about me first. Who looked at me with admiration. Who noticed when I slipped off to be by myself, and would let me get away with feeling sorry for myself. I remember setting a boundary, not ready to get physical before marriage, and being so afraid of your reaction. Yet you respected me, you backed off, and you never pushed me into anything in the years before we finally got married.
Marriage wasn't entirely what I expected. Somehow I put two messy people in my mind and came out with the picture perfect home with everything in it's place. I was pleasantly surprised to feel like I was coming home to my best friend's every night, the first few weeks we spent staying up until all hours talking... and even now we still do. Then life hit, a thundering storm that swept everything away but 'through sickness and health'. You were there for me during my mom's health crisis, then we floundered together through your Depression. I love you, but it was misery watching you getting swept away by a darkness I could not break through. My work suffered, due to the many sleepless nights where I tried to comfort or calm you. Finally, you listened, to yourself, to me, to our mentor couple. You decided you couldn't handle it on your own, and went to the Doctor. I meant every word of our wedding vows, but I never thought it would get that hard that fast. Yet, for the first time, I think I realized we would really make it through. That a little more stability wasn't beyond our reach. I had spent all my life taking care of my family, and I dreaded being the only one in our marriage who had to be responsible, who had to make all the right decisions. That first step you took towards being responsible for your own health was an answer to prayer. I knew I could support you, but I knew that if I tried to carry that burden alone it would destroy the both of us.
The struggles weren't over - there were times I wanted to give up, when you missed your medication and your mood swings made me want to scream and lock myself away. Sometimes I longed for that solitude that had always seemed so hateful. In your pain you slashed me open with your words, and I had to learn how to love you and wait for sanity to return. Afterwards you were always sorry, I could see the horror in your eyes that this vocal beast had overcome you and that you had said those hateful things. I wasn't going to be one of 'those' women, who accepted emotional abuse. So I struggled with how to set healthy boundaries. How to let you know I wasn't going to accept that treatment, no matter what your excuse and however legitimate it was. That I loved you in spite of it, but you had to take more responsibility for what led up to it. At times I wished you'd either take the meds or stop taking them altogether. Finally, you made the connections. You changed doctors. You paid more attention to taking the meds on time so you wouldn't have those mood swings. You changed medications. You became the man I always saw in there, hid under the pain and depression. Now that man isn't just peeping out, he's present all the time, and learned to be proud of himself. Now you're being strong for me, you're supporting me in my dreams, making sure that I'm not having to be the only responsible one. We even bought a home! Your career is suddenly vibrant and exciting! Mine is too!
I know that sometimes you feel down, but for the first time I can be angry with you and know you can take it. I can be fully honest and not worry so much about making mistakes. We fight fairer. You've gotten stronger. I can lean on you now, when I need you, and not worry that I'm burdening you with my own worries. You can lean back and know our relationship is balanced, as a marriage should be. I'm so proud of what you have become and grown into. You comfort me. You do things to make me feel more secure even if you think they are a little silly, because you want to give me that stability. We laugh about it, and I love that you care about me so much that you don't mind showing me in those ways.
I'm letting go of that hurt now. You have worked so hard to change and turn your life around. We've both grown up. We've both learned to take responsibility for ourselves better. You've learned to handle mistakes and setbacks without sinking into that depression. I'm moving on into that next chapter of married life together, I won't forget those lessons learned, but I think it's time to finally let go of that lingering anger and pain. You've earned my trust again, and I can finally imagine a life ahead with little pattering feet. I know we'll both probably continue to fall down and make mistakes every so often, but now I know we both can make the effort to make it work. I love you.
Confession #3139
So you treat me like crap!!! Your mean to me! And I feel lonely all the time. I have been thinking about cheating on you and I just might you pay no attention to me anymore:(
Confession #3140
Ever since you asked me not to be friends with your old business partner, we've been carrying on an erotic exchange of emails across 3000 miles. We've both had a crush on each other all this time, imagine that. We pity you.
After several years of bullshit, we finally stood up to your family. During the big dust up your mother and brother both told me that I'm not a member of the family and that I don't have any say in the matter. Thank you for standing up to them. Thank you for backing me up. Thank you for standing with me and proving them wrong about the strength of our relationship. Please don't be the peacemaker and extend the olive branch before they apologize or this will all have been for nothing.
Confession #3132
Dear Oblivious Husband,
You "didn't realize" over the past decade how your family treated me like crap, you "didn't realize" that the incessant text messeges from a female co worker was inappropriate, or that 45 of these occured on the day that I was in the hospital, while I recieved 10 that same day .... You "didn't realize" that you hardly ever tell me that I'm beautiful ... or that when the kids are in bed and we're supposed to have "us" time together, that you're playing your Play Station or working on your fantasy football .... When am I going to be important enough for you to pay attention? We discussed this I realize , and are trying to work on things, but now all this attention feels fake, and I'm still hurt.
Love,
Your Invisible Wife
Confession #3133
YOU ARE AMAZING! There isn't one single part of you that doesn't move me! When I'm with you I feel so at ease like I'm completely understood without me having to even say a word! I genuinely enjoy being around you, you make me laugh! When you look at me its like you can see into my soul, and you make me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world! Your touch sends chills up my spine and the thought of you takes my breath away! The sex is AAAMAZING, just thinking about it sends me into euphoria And even when we get rough in bed I feel completely safe! BUT Last night when we were with friends and a guy started to flirt w me and you puffed up and told him to stop messn w " your girl" was the exact moment I knew we turned into a real couple! From any other guy I would have felt like a piece of property but coming from you it made me feel protected and loved, like you knew I was a catch and didn't want to give me up! I'm so glad I took a chance with you!
Xoxoxo
Confession #3134
I wish I could tell you but your head is always buried in the paper or in your laptop. I know the news is massively important but I have something to say. I am sorry you have been denied your conjugal rights- it wasn't meant to turn out that way but we drifted apart sexually. I need to admit that when I told you I bleed when you shag me thats only partly true. Sure, the prospect of HRT doesn't fill me with any great delight but it would be an easy answer. Sorry, its being economical with the truth which is that 12 years ago the love of my life came back into my life after 30 years. I don't get to see him much as he is miles away but he is with me in my mind all the sodding time. That's not to say I don't love you, I really do, but I love him too and always will. He is a positive soul, you have a half empty glass. I need to be cheered up, he does it.
When I got myself a mobile last year- catching up with the times at last- it was so he and I could keep in touch while you and I were away on holiday. You havent any idea about mobiles- and haven't even asked for my number! I avoid using it when you are around unless I have a sensible excuse- like a grandchild or child calling. We speak at least twice a day when you arent around and its lovely feeling him on the other end of the phone. One day though, circumstances will let us get together and I will go to my grave with him in my arms. I know it.
Wife
Confession #3135
When we were first married our sex life was...bland. This was in part due to medications I was on, but it was also due in huge part to the fact that when I had the urge I took care of things myself so when it came time to intimacy with you I wasn't interested and would just go through the motions for you.
A few years ago I realized that this was hurting our marriage and I worked hard to channel all of my passion to you and teach you how to meet all my needs. And you have become a much better lover. We have a wonderful sex life! Only, your drive is less than mine and it becomes zero if you're stressed or busy. Here's the thing: sex with you is important to me. I need to work at it in order to stay interested. I need to have an orgasm every 6 days - twice a week is ideal - in order to stay passionate and involved in our sex life. We've talked about this over and over again for YEARS and yet here we are, with you avoiding intimacy, again. It's been almost 2 weeks!
When we discussed this (AGAIN) the other night you asked me to wait for you and not to go back to "taking matters into my own hands." I'm sorry, honey, but the deed, so to speak, is done. After the first week I moved on and started taking care of myself again. I deserve to have an active sex life, to feel good and to feel sexy. If you can't do it I'm going to do it myself. What I really wish is that YOU would get it together and we could be intimate twice a week. But I'll take what I can get if you can't get it together.
Confession #3136
I tell you I’m seeing a therapist in March, it’s June and you still haven’t asked me why, no concern at all, wow I’m amazed at your level of not giving a shit about your wife. I tell you we need to talk, I need to know what you think, how you feel because you NEVER say anything except tell me stories about work. I don’t give a shit about your work stories. I hate everyone you work with. I’m working on making myself feel better and look better and when you see my tight ass walking OUT the door for good, please remember who wouldn’t talk, who didn’t care, and who didn’t want to make our marriage better. Sorry.
Confession #3137
Looking back, I realize that neither of us were "madly in love" with each other, that there really wasn't that huge spark between us. Nonetheless, I treated you so well for so many years. Buying you your favorite things, doing things for you, making your life easier by doing thoughtful things for you, picking up lunch for you when I picked up lunch for me, etc. You did nothing, no thoughtful gestures, no going out of your way to make my life easier, no things to show that you loved me. I don't doubt that you loved me in your own particular way but it got to the point where it just wasn't enough. I deserved to live with someone who not only acted like they liked me, but acted liked they loved me and you did neither. You told me that you were so attracted to me in the beginning because "I always had fun". Around the last half of our marriage, I was an embarrassment to you. I hadn't changed, my sense of humor and personality hadn't changed. What happened to the big attraction?
You got more and more selfish as you got older and the only thing that mattered was you. Not our children, our marriage and most definitely not me. For a long time, I was willing to live this way, as it wasn't that bad, I was living an ok life, etc. It finally dawned on me that I'd rather live by myself in complete poverty (if need be) then live with someone who acted like they didn't like me, didn't respect me and didn't have time for me or our children.
Now we're divorced. The kids and I are going to be fine. It bothers me that when you have them, while you are doing more things with them, you still don't understand that they don't need grand gestures, like going to the circus or Disney World, they want you to talk to them, listen to them, be interested in their lives and interests and just to hang out with them and for you to act like you really want to be with them. I don't doubt that you love them, as I know you do. But, you still sneak out in the middle of the night to go to your office on the weekends that they're at your house, just like you used to do when we all lived together. The only day of the year you wouldn't go to work was Christmas and to be totally honest, that's sad. Your boss doesn't appreciate all the hours you put in, in fact he used to make fun of you for it and probably still does. You've deluded yourself into thinking that you were working so hard to support the family and to keep us up in the lifestyle that we were living and that I expected you to provide. No, you worked that hard because you wanted to. No one expects you to work 7 days a week, 12 hours a day, no one but yourself. I'd been asking you for years to spend more time with our kids, do things with them, have lunch with them and no, you couldn't, you were working. Yet, you could take time off to do other things but you've never mananged to take time off just to spend quality time with your kids. It's a shame.
Good luck in your dating. Have you told them about the hooker and you trolling for affairs when we were married? I don't think so. I don't think those ladies would be so willing to buy your "awe, shucks, my ex-wife is a bi$%# and divorced innocent old me" schtick if they knew. No matter how much of a bi#$% you thought I was when we were married, there was NO reason why you should've paid for a hooker and paid to find affairs online. If you were that dissatisfied with our marriage and sex life, you should've started the divorce proceedings instead of me. But, no, you couldn't have done that because then you wouldn't be able to claim your "innocent injured spouse" status as I'm sure you're doing.
It hurts that you never loved me enough to do anything for me, especially when it would've taken so very little to make me happy. I'm not high maintainance at all and that was probably part of the problem. I didn't expect much and you couldn't even give me that little tiny effort that it would've taken. If people knew how poorly you treated me, they would be shocked. You were never there for me, during my surgeries, during the loss of our children, you never helped much with the kids, you were never proud of any of my accomplishments like graduating with a 4.0 GPA and receiving the highest award that my school offered. You didn't think that any effort other then giving me a card and cake was necessary for any birthdays or anniversaries. You just didn't want to do anything that would've shown me any love and it will always hurt some. You've made rude comments to me about my weight, my poor wardrobe, etc., all the while I was trying to make the best of a bad situation by not spending money on things that would've improved my wardrobe. You never wanted me to spend any money on anything and I rarely spent anything on me, just for the house and the kids and groceries, yet you had the money to spend on a hotel room, hooker and signing up and paying to join a website where married people look for affairs. You considered the money you made to be all yours, not ours and spent it how you wanted, never asking for my input or ideas.
Yes, I was part of the problem as I allowed you to act the way you did towards me. Things changed and I realized that I deserved better and that's where we are now. I hope you're happy living all by yourself, working the dating websites and lying to the ladies of this area about how you were wronged, etc. by mean old me. The kids and I will be ok. I don't plan to date any time soon, as it wouldn't be fair to them, as they need time to heal with me to help them but also because I don't want to make the same mistakes that I made with you. When I start dating again, I want to find a man who will treat me like he treasures and loves me, enjoys spending time with me, enjoys my sense of humor, acts like he's sexually attracted to me, etc. All the things that you, my husband of over 20 years, NEVER did. Sad.
I knew years ago when I saw an older couple sitting on a front porch swing together, very much loving being together and growing old together that you and I would never be that couple and it made me so sad. I'd rather be alone then be with you. I'm much happier without you always dragging me down, acting like I'm dumb, acting like my opinions don't matter and acting like you didn't like me or love me or were attracted to me. I guess it was a good thing that we hadn't been together for a few years when you got with the hooker because if we had and I'd found out about the hooker, I'd probably be in jail for doing a Lorenna Babbit on you.
If you don't change your ways, your children will eventually not want to do anything with you. Our daughter told me that she was afraid that when you started dating that you wouldn't want to spend any time with her at all. You need to stop being so out-of-control inequitable in how you buy presents for the kids. You don't need to measure it to the penny but when you don't buy one anything (even though you told her you'd give her something), spend $20 on the next one and spend way more on the third one, that's not nice at all. But, this is your pattern, if you can't do a big WOW present, you can't be bothered and it's going to end up biting you in the butt in a major way if you don't get a clue. And, while I'm on it, can you please buy some healthy food for our kids when they're at your house and maybe some snacks that they might like? Pizza, cereal, pretzles and frozen meals aren't exactly a well-rounded assortment of foods and it would be nice if they had a variety of foods to eat at your house instead of just that. And, don't think crying poverty because I'm "taking all your money" will work. If you have money to pay for dating sites, you have money to buy healthier food.
You're going to reap what you sow and if you don't watch out, you're going to end up all by yourself through no fault of anyone else's other then your own.
Confession #3138
Growing up, I scrawled my dreams and wishes in so many journals, feeling so alone, taking care of everyone but me. My childhood was not my own, too many responsibilities, no acknowledgement, and while I loved my family, by the time I met you, life had worn me down, even at the tender age of 19.
Meeting you, for the first time I had someone who cared about me first. Who looked at me with admiration. Who noticed when I slipped off to be by myself, and would let me get away with feeling sorry for myself. I remember setting a boundary, not ready to get physical before marriage, and being so afraid of your reaction. Yet you respected me, you backed off, and you never pushed me into anything in the years before we finally got married.
Marriage wasn't entirely what I expected. Somehow I put two messy people in my mind and came out with the picture perfect home with everything in it's place. I was pleasantly surprised to feel like I was coming home to my best friend's every night, the first few weeks we spent staying up until all hours talking... and even now we still do. Then life hit, a thundering storm that swept everything away but 'through sickness and health'. You were there for me during my mom's health crisis, then we floundered together through your Depression. I love you, but it was misery watching you getting swept away by a darkness I could not break through. My work suffered, due to the many sleepless nights where I tried to comfort or calm you. Finally, you listened, to yourself, to me, to our mentor couple. You decided you couldn't handle it on your own, and went to the Doctor. I meant every word of our wedding vows, but I never thought it would get that hard that fast. Yet, for the first time, I think I realized we would really make it through. That a little more stability wasn't beyond our reach. I had spent all my life taking care of my family, and I dreaded being the only one in our marriage who had to be responsible, who had to make all the right decisions. That first step you took towards being responsible for your own health was an answer to prayer. I knew I could support you, but I knew that if I tried to carry that burden alone it would destroy the both of us.
The struggles weren't over - there were times I wanted to give up, when you missed your medication and your mood swings made me want to scream and lock myself away. Sometimes I longed for that solitude that had always seemed so hateful. In your pain you slashed me open with your words, and I had to learn how to love you and wait for sanity to return. Afterwards you were always sorry, I could see the horror in your eyes that this vocal beast had overcome you and that you had said those hateful things. I wasn't going to be one of 'those' women, who accepted emotional abuse. So I struggled with how to set healthy boundaries. How to let you know I wasn't going to accept that treatment, no matter what your excuse and however legitimate it was. That I loved you in spite of it, but you had to take more responsibility for what led up to it. At times I wished you'd either take the meds or stop taking them altogether. Finally, you made the connections. You changed doctors. You paid more attention to taking the meds on time so you wouldn't have those mood swings. You changed medications. You became the man I always saw in there, hid under the pain and depression. Now that man isn't just peeping out, he's present all the time, and learned to be proud of himself. Now you're being strong for me, you're supporting me in my dreams, making sure that I'm not having to be the only responsible one. We even bought a home! Your career is suddenly vibrant and exciting! Mine is too!
I know that sometimes you feel down, but for the first time I can be angry with you and know you can take it. I can be fully honest and not worry so much about making mistakes. We fight fairer. You've gotten stronger. I can lean on you now, when I need you, and not worry that I'm burdening you with my own worries. You can lean back and know our relationship is balanced, as a marriage should be. I'm so proud of what you have become and grown into. You comfort me. You do things to make me feel more secure even if you think they are a little silly, because you want to give me that stability. We laugh about it, and I love that you care about me so much that you don't mind showing me in those ways.
I'm letting go of that hurt now. You have worked so hard to change and turn your life around. We've both grown up. We've both learned to take responsibility for ourselves better. You've learned to handle mistakes and setbacks without sinking into that depression. I'm moving on into that next chapter of married life together, I won't forget those lessons learned, but I think it's time to finally let go of that lingering anger and pain. You've earned my trust again, and I can finally imagine a life ahead with little pattering feet. I know we'll both probably continue to fall down and make mistakes every so often, but now I know we both can make the effort to make it work. I love you.
Confession #3139
So you treat me like crap!!! Your mean to me! And I feel lonely all the time. I have been thinking about cheating on you and I just might you pay no attention to me anymore:(
Confession #3140
Ever since you asked me not to be friends with your old business partner, we've been carrying on an erotic exchange of emails across 3000 miles. We've both had a crush on each other all this time, imagine that. We pity you.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Men Kill Their Weak; Women Kill Their Strong
This is something I wrote for my own blog several weeks ago. As I was showering this morning, I figured that TWC fans might like it too. Plus, I am Crazy busy with some academic writing that is under deadline. No worries, the confessions will be back soon. Enjoy! Dawn
There has been alot of noise about the ever-circular in-fighting in the world of Mommy Blogs. It isn't new, and it surely isn't NEWS, but hey, we all love a good catfight. Add in that the catfight includes getting to call someone else a Bad Mother and WHOO-HOO! It's GOLD, Jerry, GOLD!
I've been at this blogging game for awhile now. I've had my share of shit thrown at me in public and private for my decision to write about my life, family and permanent seat on the train to crazy town in this forum. And while 90% of what you read is True ( to my specifications of True), 10% is exaggerated. It's kind of what being a writer IS - blending truth and fiction, telling a story which captivates while still imparting some kind of truth.
And here is where I tell you something you already know: Truth is Terrifying.
Not just "Hey, don't go up those stairs, cause the killer is hiding in the shadows" terrifying but Entirely, "I just realized I am human battery in the Matrix" terrifying. Soul Changing. World Blowing Up. Core shaking.
When I started True Wife Confessions, I knew that there were secrets and omissions we keep from the partners we love. I knew that we keep those secrets for Lots of reasons, some universal and others entirely personal. Some shit just HAS to go under the rug to keep day-to-day life running smoothly. Every Dirty dish left on the counter, or pair of underwear on the floor can not be your relationship Waterloo.
To believe that Motherhood is any different is insanity. Yes, it is a Job - just like marriage - that many of us skipped towards, sprinkling rose petals and lavender in our wake. For women who struggle with infertility or pregnancy losses, I can imagine it looks downright fucking ungrateful to occasionally complain about Motherhood. And, in part, I would agree. It IS Ungrateful. Maybe even Selfish.
However, Truth is rarely pure. Truth is almost always wrapped up with tinges of ungrateful and swaths of selfish. This is because truth is Intimate. Personal. Even in a marriage, The versions of events that make up my Truth and those that make up Terrance's are fundamentally different.
Yes, when I was handed Emily after a ridiculously short labor ( I know, I can seriously Suck it), I felt....Curious? Glad that the Pain had stopped? A Bit perplexed? I mean, I was aware that a baby had just been placed on my breast and was now moving like some kind of crazed animal towards my nipple, but Did the Sky part and Angels burst forth with my Mom Certificate? No, not really. I was, dare I say it?, ambivalent.
Post Partum Depression aside, I obviously grew to love my daughter. To say that she has so firmly wrapped herself around the core of being that I can not imagine life without her existence in the world is utterly true. To admit that I have considered punching Teachers and small children ( and occasionally her Father) directly in the face for upsetting her is wholly true.
However, the lesson I learned in those moments, days, months and years after her birth was that Motherhood was a Job that many of us take On, but not all of us are entirely Suited for having. That doesn't mean we shouldn't have children...just that the experiences is going to be different than what the popular concept of "Mothering", distilled down from those crazy Victorians, has come to mean.
Like any job, there are days when I am really good - really on top of my game. I can multi-task, soothe hurt feelings, manage to get food on tables, pets fed and watered and encouraging words said over homework. Maybe I will even have sex with my husband later on!
Other days? Well, you can take this job and shove it so far up your intestinal track that it tickles your duodenum. These are the days when I am Done. I want a Drink. I want to Sleep. I want to be LEFT ALONE. I want to be selfish and ungrateful and work out whatever I need to work out in my juvenile temper tantrum. I don't want to be a mother or a wife or anything that owes anyone any kind of explanation.
Rather than deny myself those thoughts, as I once tried with disastrous results, I let them Rage. Roar. Rumpus. After twelve years of parenting and twenty of togetherness, Terrance no longer tries to cajole or chastise me out of those feelings. He knows better. I will return in my own good time.
Which bring me back to the Mommy-Haters.
In my experience, the thing I hate or react to the most tends to be the thing I need to face in myself. Just as when I watch the people who loudly defend marriage as being between a man and a woman, I often wonder how long before we see them in a gay sex scandal, or hear of how they like to have their diapers changed by prostitutes. I can't tell you how many people have told me I am destroying marriage with TWC, only to find out later they are all having affairs. I mean, it's almost like a pre-written Greek play to watch this stuff play out. Rather than be deeply angry with this type of person, I tend to pity them.
Fear is a powerful motivator. Fear of Truth is the most powerful motivator. My empathy comes from my knowledge that the fear of speaking the truth out loud to others - that these women sometimes hate their children, hate their husbands, hate their lives - is so powerful that it threatens their own very carefully constructed self images in such a way that the only choice is to divert this to other women. The "Look over there" strategy which is defined by many feminists, like Dr Lyn Mikel Brown as "horizontal aggression"
Girlfighting gets acted out horizontally on other girls because this is the safest and easiest outlet for their outrage and frustration. Girls are essentially accessing and mimicking the male violence they sometimes know all too well; and they are choosing victims that are societally approved— other girls. This pattern of horizontal aggression has long characterized subordinate groups since it manages the inevitable anger in the group being controlled without jeopardizing the over all structure of male privilege.
Its Easier to rip apart another woman than to face the issue within - that Motherhood is, at times, a thankless shitty job. It can put you in some blender of the cult of motherhood which strips away things about yourself that you value and allows others to assign you roles, ideas and feelings which you may not wholly believe. When you see a woman who has clawed her way out of the mold, she must be stopped because then, well, then what will everyone know about you - About ALL of us?
I know that I, and many other Women Bloggers, will never stop speaking our truths. Including those on motherhood and the many other stages of women's lives. When those other women are done raging against our uppity, ungrateful, selfish ways ( which again, means to me : "I wish I had the cojones to do/say what you are doing/saying") I am happy to welcome them into the fold.
Forgiveness through empathy trumps pooping on peeps any day.
There has been alot of noise about the ever-circular in-fighting in the world of Mommy Blogs. It isn't new, and it surely isn't NEWS, but hey, we all love a good catfight. Add in that the catfight includes getting to call someone else a Bad Mother and WHOO-HOO! It's GOLD, Jerry, GOLD!
I've been at this blogging game for awhile now. I've had my share of shit thrown at me in public and private for my decision to write about my life, family and permanent seat on the train to crazy town in this forum. And while 90% of what you read is True ( to my specifications of True), 10% is exaggerated. It's kind of what being a writer IS - blending truth and fiction, telling a story which captivates while still imparting some kind of truth.
And here is where I tell you something you already know: Truth is Terrifying.
Not just "Hey, don't go up those stairs, cause the killer is hiding in the shadows" terrifying but Entirely, "I just realized I am human battery in the Matrix" terrifying. Soul Changing. World Blowing Up. Core shaking.
When I started True Wife Confessions, I knew that there were secrets and omissions we keep from the partners we love. I knew that we keep those secrets for Lots of reasons, some universal and others entirely personal. Some shit just HAS to go under the rug to keep day-to-day life running smoothly. Every Dirty dish left on the counter, or pair of underwear on the floor can not be your relationship Waterloo.
To believe that Motherhood is any different is insanity. Yes, it is a Job - just like marriage - that many of us skipped towards, sprinkling rose petals and lavender in our wake. For women who struggle with infertility or pregnancy losses, I can imagine it looks downright fucking ungrateful to occasionally complain about Motherhood. And, in part, I would agree. It IS Ungrateful. Maybe even Selfish.
However, Truth is rarely pure. Truth is almost always wrapped up with tinges of ungrateful and swaths of selfish. This is because truth is Intimate. Personal. Even in a marriage, The versions of events that make up my Truth and those that make up Terrance's are fundamentally different.
Yes, when I was handed Emily after a ridiculously short labor ( I know, I can seriously Suck it), I felt....Curious? Glad that the Pain had stopped? A Bit perplexed? I mean, I was aware that a baby had just been placed on my breast and was now moving like some kind of crazed animal towards my nipple, but Did the Sky part and Angels burst forth with my Mom Certificate? No, not really. I was, dare I say it?, ambivalent.
Post Partum Depression aside, I obviously grew to love my daughter. To say that she has so firmly wrapped herself around the core of being that I can not imagine life without her existence in the world is utterly true. To admit that I have considered punching Teachers and small children ( and occasionally her Father) directly in the face for upsetting her is wholly true.
However, the lesson I learned in those moments, days, months and years after her birth was that Motherhood was a Job that many of us take On, but not all of us are entirely Suited for having. That doesn't mean we shouldn't have children...just that the experiences is going to be different than what the popular concept of "Mothering", distilled down from those crazy Victorians, has come to mean.
Like any job, there are days when I am really good - really on top of my game. I can multi-task, soothe hurt feelings, manage to get food on tables, pets fed and watered and encouraging words said over homework. Maybe I will even have sex with my husband later on!
Other days? Well, you can take this job and shove it so far up your intestinal track that it tickles your duodenum. These are the days when I am Done. I want a Drink. I want to Sleep. I want to be LEFT ALONE. I want to be selfish and ungrateful and work out whatever I need to work out in my juvenile temper tantrum. I don't want to be a mother or a wife or anything that owes anyone any kind of explanation.
Rather than deny myself those thoughts, as I once tried with disastrous results, I let them Rage. Roar. Rumpus. After twelve years of parenting and twenty of togetherness, Terrance no longer tries to cajole or chastise me out of those feelings. He knows better. I will return in my own good time.
Which bring me back to the Mommy-Haters.
In my experience, the thing I hate or react to the most tends to be the thing I need to face in myself. Just as when I watch the people who loudly defend marriage as being between a man and a woman, I often wonder how long before we see them in a gay sex scandal, or hear of how they like to have their diapers changed by prostitutes. I can't tell you how many people have told me I am destroying marriage with TWC, only to find out later they are all having affairs. I mean, it's almost like a pre-written Greek play to watch this stuff play out. Rather than be deeply angry with this type of person, I tend to pity them.
Fear is a powerful motivator. Fear of Truth is the most powerful motivator. My empathy comes from my knowledge that the fear of speaking the truth out loud to others - that these women sometimes hate their children, hate their husbands, hate their lives - is so powerful that it threatens their own very carefully constructed self images in such a way that the only choice is to divert this to other women. The "Look over there" strategy which is defined by many feminists, like Dr Lyn Mikel Brown as "horizontal aggression"
Girlfighting gets acted out horizontally on other girls because this is the safest and easiest outlet for their outrage and frustration. Girls are essentially accessing and mimicking the male violence they sometimes know all too well; and they are choosing victims that are societally approved— other girls. This pattern of horizontal aggression has long characterized subordinate groups since it manages the inevitable anger in the group being controlled without jeopardizing the over all structure of male privilege.
Its Easier to rip apart another woman than to face the issue within - that Motherhood is, at times, a thankless shitty job. It can put you in some blender of the cult of motherhood which strips away things about yourself that you value and allows others to assign you roles, ideas and feelings which you may not wholly believe. When you see a woman who has clawed her way out of the mold, she must be stopped because then, well, then what will everyone know about you - About ALL of us?
I know that I, and many other Women Bloggers, will never stop speaking our truths. Including those on motherhood and the many other stages of women's lives. When those other women are done raging against our uppity, ungrateful, selfish ways ( which again, means to me : "I wish I had the cojones to do/say what you are doing/saying") I am happy to welcome them into the fold.
Forgiveness through empathy trumps pooping on peeps any day.
Monday, June 07, 2010
True Wife Confessions 312 Urban Wheat
Confession #3121
Unfortunately 3 weeks ago I stumbled across a ring in your closet. We had a 2 yrs anniversary yesterday and I imagined you proposing to me. I was so excited, polished my nails in red as you like them, made my hear, make-up and all. And you "only" gave me flowers, chocolates and took me to dinner. Only that. I was so ungrateful and pissed at you. In the evening you even noticed me sob... So practically I ruined the day and you even dont know what bothered me. The worse is I cannot forget about the ring and I'll be probably ruining every beautiful moment together till you propose. I'm such a moron!
Confession # 3122
All I want to know is why is is that i gave up everyhing for you as most women do, Im younger than you and started a family with you because you wanted to have a family before 30. I dropped out of nursing school and became the stay at home wife and mother for you and quit my job as a flight attendant, just to give you that life, while I began to see that you only wante to be in control, but guess what when you got laid off who worked 60hrs a week to cover the bills, who still took care of the kids and manage to take some online classes me jerk me, and didnt complain about it because i love you and want everything to be ok. but instead of trying to find a job and taking some of the load off of me you stayed on unemployment for a year without even lokking for a job, you didnt even relize the strain you put on our marrige, and to be honest I dont think you care now I ask to to work part time so I can finish school and you act like I just dont contribute and im nothing,you dish money to me like im some child,well Im not with it you better relize how much I care for you because once you burn me its no turning back. I always said I would never leave my marrige but could I really stay in an unhappy marriage? Will you ever get it? we were a team. I helped you get the degree your walking around with and was really proud of you but now all I think I did was create a cocky,selfish,inconsiderate,monster. wheres my husband the one that loved me and the kids more than anything in this world and was humble all the time. You were a better person before you got laid off. I see you everyday and miss you more now than ever before.
Confession # 3123
I understand that you may not be able to go on the road trip to visit your parents with the kids due to work. I understand that it's not your fault. I'm really fine with taking the kids on my own. But while I'm at your parents house I am going to reserve the right to smoke.
Confession # 3124
Do you like my new hair style? Do you like my figure? Do you like how i sing? Do you like my body? Do i turn you on? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Do you love me? Then why don't you tell me?
We've been together 3yrs and we've had so many ups and downs till sometimes i wonder if i'm wasting my time with you. My knees don't go weak when i see you, and i dunno if i feel love for you anymore. Sure, i like the familiarity and how comfortable i am around you but is it all worth it?
I remember when we first got together and how you loved telling me the story of how we met and fell in love because it would be your side of the story. I loved you crazy! I even wanted us to start a family there and then. But you changed with time and i saw a side of you that scares me. I fear that you will hit me and that you don't love me, and even with all the red lights, i still stay...
You forgave me when i had an affair and despite the fact that things had changed, you still were there for me and care for me.
Just yesterday, i thought that i had had enough of our relationship and i was ready to leave you, bags packed and all, but then you came in from work, the first thing you did was smile at me, blow me a kiss, then you walked up to me and kissed me. You told me that you had missed me, asked me how my day was and we actually talked for the first time in a long time.
It blew me away.
Then when you were taking a shower and i was playing some 80's music, you came out from the shower, dropped your towel and sang and danced to Evelyne's "Love Come Down" song. You asked me to sing and dance with you so i stripped and joined you for our R-rated Pop idols home edition. I fell in love with you again yesterday night. The man i had loved was back. The one who said i love you instaed of i love you too. The one who didn't need to be begged to dance or sing with me.
I don't know what made you change, but i love that you have. I love that you're back... And though i told you the same thing yestaerday night, i can't help myself.
Baby, i'm glad you're the person i fell in love with. Let's get married and start a family, ok?
Your loving Booboo
Confession # 3125
Dear soon to be ex husband,
You are so fucking stupid. I have no idea why I married you in the first place. But now that we have agreed to a separation your stupidity shines like a neon above your head flashing "idiot" on and off.
Beyond your mood shifts that are worse than mine, two recent interactions with you make me nutty. One, when we agreed to separate it was you that asked me how much of your stuff I wanted moved out of the house. I told you the master bedroom and bathroom and we agreed upon this and a date for it to be done. Weeks after the deadline when your shit is still everywhere in the bed/bathroom I decided to put it away out of sight. Very respectfully put everything in drawers and closets. And now you are mad at me because you feel "erased"? What the fuck? YOU AGREED TO THIS months ago. Don't pick a fight with me about this. And second, when we are having a text conversation please follow along in the conversation. When we are talking specifically about a Wed in June assume we are continuing to speak of the same date and not changing mid stream. When you do this you get angry with me and I'm not the one who is beaten over the head with a stupid stick. You are.
Grow up. Get your head out of your ass. Stop being so stupid.
Signed, your soon to be ex
Confession # 3126
I love you so much for buying tampons for me, that I used them even though they were enormous and not very comfortable. Love hurts, I guess.
Confession # 3127
If you are too lazy to fill out the job application by yourself, then you probably don't deserve the job. The guy -- or woman -- who actually took the time to fill out his OWN job application does. There's something wrong with a college educated man with two master's degrees who follows his wife around the house WHINING because I won't take four hours out of my own busy day to fill out your job application while you watch TV. And I'm uncomfortable having to write all this blathering praise about what a hardworking swell guy you are when I know what a lazy, selfish irresponsible ass you actually are. Especially given that you aren't exactly given to praising me, nor have you ever assisted with household chores, childcare, anything having to do with my career, or any of my job applications.
And another thing? When we were nearly killed in that car accident last week and I couldn't even call you to retrieve me from the side of the road with our two daughters because you were HUNTING? Are you kidding me? No. I don't plan on ever forgiving you. Do you STILL require further clarification as to why I am not "in the mood"?
Confession # 3128
I honestly don't think that I will EVER feel good enough to be with you. That reality has absolutely nothing to do with you being better than me or out of my leauge because I have men tell me all the time that I could have done so much better. Its from the point that you compare me to EVERY SINGLE WOMAN who catches your eye! Its slowly killing me to constantly feel like who I am and what I look like isn't enough to keep you! We've been married for 6 years and I've never admitted that to anyone even you and I've also never felt completely safe in our relationship! IT SUCKS!
Confession # 3129
I thought you loved me, but I was wrong. I am a decoy - someone to fuck so HER husband does not suspect. Thank you for destroying my self worth. Thank you for showing me ALL men are the same - dirty, lying, cheating bastards. Who am I kidding? If you could cheat on your wife with me - I guess karma has come back to bite me big time, eh?
Confession # 3130
I've said some mean things. I've yelled. I emailed some girls. I sent one a text. I was snarky on your facebook page. I went through your stuff, pulled anything that was mine, inappropriate to have around a child, or trash and repacked it NICELY organized. (Since your stuff has been here for 60 days, it's now legally mine. Not that I want it, but technically I can go through it as many times as I like.) I ADMIT TO ALL OF IT! Yes, I did those things! I'm sorry! Am I justifying and defending them? No! Are you justifying and defending your right to lie? Yes! Have you said to me that the things you have done are inappropriate and you will never do them again? Nope.
Demanding that I say that I behaved inappropriately for emailing your "friends" and demanding that I promise I would never do it again is beyond hypocritical. The worst thing I've ever done is email some chicks (who you claimed at the time you didn't even like)... and you're using that to justify your lying to me? I'm just gobsmacked.
You left your room full of weird sex toys and porn, barely hidden, and I behave inappropriately? You drive drunk, lie, cheat, go to fight clubs, strip clubs, do drugs, bring drunk people home and let them barf and piss on the floor, are addicted to porn and leave it WHERE OUR SON CAN FIND IT, smoke around him, feed him crap, send him to school with no breakfast, let him watch inappropriate media, and you defend your right to do it all. You never APOLOGIZED to me for even half that stuff and you certainly never said that you would never do those things again. You claimed that you have the right to buy porn even though it made the check to the pediatrician bounce!
I'm inappropriate? REALLY?
You even said I was ruining your reputation with my "slander". REALLY?
Slander is a lie. I've never lied about you, I just revealed things you want to keep hidden.
And as far as your "apology" for cheating goes... you said you were sorry. Yes, you did. You said it. But why on earth would I accept words from a known and self admitted liar? I needed your ACTIONS to prove that you were sorry. Your words mean nothing, actions are the only thing that matters. When your actions proved to me that you were going to keep lying to cover up your bad behaviors, and that you didn't really love me, I knew the apology you offered was bullshit. You were sorry you got caught, not sorry for doing it. Your apology in words, no matter how heartfelt they were at the time, was killed by your actions.
Your actions are the proof of your intent, whether it's conscious or unconscious. I think that you keep your unconscious need to sabotage so well hidden from your conscious desire for family, that you don't even see it. That's why I keep on you still. Stop lying to yourself at least. You made a choice about what is important to you. Family wasn't the winner. Even now. The phone bill and bank statement prove it. You keep telling yourself that your son is the most important thing in the world to you, but you pick up the phone and call your girlfriend. There were days when you didn't even speak to your son ONCE. And there are even more days when if I hadn't dialed the phone and handed it to him, you would not have talked to him. Guess how many times you called your girlfriend on those days? You spend $440 in ONE month on phone calls to her, and didn't see your son or give me a DIME for his care. WAKE UP.
And you're worried about what I say to your "friends"? Why don't I email your friends this: Stop buying porn and pay for his fucking doctor. Call your son more than you call the lady you say you don't like. If you don't want me to file court ordered child support, then WHY DON'T YOU OFFER ME SOME HELP??? You are making double checks and I have to put up with you trying to humiliate me to get money for a bill from when you were living here! I ended up making you pay the phone bill because you give me such grief about asking for money! Your aunt told me that I SHOULD file for child support. Your best friend said I SHOULD file court orders and let the judge decide. That's what your friends and family ADVISED ME TO DO. And you're pissed off at me for doing it?
You keep proving to me that you are a passive aggressive narcissist by saying things that are right out of the personality disorder rule book. Stop. Be unique in your dysfunction - that's the least you can do. And don't be a hypocrite. That's the worst.
Unfortunately 3 weeks ago I stumbled across a ring in your closet. We had a 2 yrs anniversary yesterday and I imagined you proposing to me. I was so excited, polished my nails in red as you like them, made my hear, make-up and all. And you "only" gave me flowers, chocolates and took me to dinner. Only that. I was so ungrateful and pissed at you. In the evening you even noticed me sob... So practically I ruined the day and you even dont know what bothered me. The worse is I cannot forget about the ring and I'll be probably ruining every beautiful moment together till you propose. I'm such a moron!
Confession # 3122
All I want to know is why is is that i gave up everyhing for you as most women do, Im younger than you and started a family with you because you wanted to have a family before 30. I dropped out of nursing school and became the stay at home wife and mother for you and quit my job as a flight attendant, just to give you that life, while I began to see that you only wante to be in control, but guess what when you got laid off who worked 60hrs a week to cover the bills, who still took care of the kids and manage to take some online classes me jerk me, and didnt complain about it because i love you and want everything to be ok. but instead of trying to find a job and taking some of the load off of me you stayed on unemployment for a year without even lokking for a job, you didnt even relize the strain you put on our marrige, and to be honest I dont think you care now I ask to to work part time so I can finish school and you act like I just dont contribute and im nothing,you dish money to me like im some child,well Im not with it you better relize how much I care for you because once you burn me its no turning back. I always said I would never leave my marrige but could I really stay in an unhappy marriage? Will you ever get it? we were a team. I helped you get the degree your walking around with and was really proud of you but now all I think I did was create a cocky,selfish,inconsiderate,monster. wheres my husband the one that loved me and the kids more than anything in this world and was humble all the time. You were a better person before you got laid off. I see you everyday and miss you more now than ever before.
Confession # 3123
I understand that you may not be able to go on the road trip to visit your parents with the kids due to work. I understand that it's not your fault. I'm really fine with taking the kids on my own. But while I'm at your parents house I am going to reserve the right to smoke.
Confession # 3124
Do you like my new hair style? Do you like my figure? Do you like how i sing? Do you like my body? Do i turn you on? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Do you love me? Then why don't you tell me?
We've been together 3yrs and we've had so many ups and downs till sometimes i wonder if i'm wasting my time with you. My knees don't go weak when i see you, and i dunno if i feel love for you anymore. Sure, i like the familiarity and how comfortable i am around you but is it all worth it?
I remember when we first got together and how you loved telling me the story of how we met and fell in love because it would be your side of the story. I loved you crazy! I even wanted us to start a family there and then. But you changed with time and i saw a side of you that scares me. I fear that you will hit me and that you don't love me, and even with all the red lights, i still stay...
You forgave me when i had an affair and despite the fact that things had changed, you still were there for me and care for me.
Just yesterday, i thought that i had had enough of our relationship and i was ready to leave you, bags packed and all, but then you came in from work, the first thing you did was smile at me, blow me a kiss, then you walked up to me and kissed me. You told me that you had missed me, asked me how my day was and we actually talked for the first time in a long time.
It blew me away.
Then when you were taking a shower and i was playing some 80's music, you came out from the shower, dropped your towel and sang and danced to Evelyne's "Love Come Down" song. You asked me to sing and dance with you so i stripped and joined you for our R-rated Pop idols home edition. I fell in love with you again yesterday night. The man i had loved was back. The one who said i love you instaed of i love you too. The one who didn't need to be begged to dance or sing with me.
I don't know what made you change, but i love that you have. I love that you're back... And though i told you the same thing yestaerday night, i can't help myself.
Baby, i'm glad you're the person i fell in love with. Let's get married and start a family, ok?
Your loving Booboo
Confession # 3125
Dear soon to be ex husband,
You are so fucking stupid. I have no idea why I married you in the first place. But now that we have agreed to a separation your stupidity shines like a neon above your head flashing "idiot" on and off.
Beyond your mood shifts that are worse than mine, two recent interactions with you make me nutty. One, when we agreed to separate it was you that asked me how much of your stuff I wanted moved out of the house. I told you the master bedroom and bathroom and we agreed upon this and a date for it to be done. Weeks after the deadline when your shit is still everywhere in the bed/bathroom I decided to put it away out of sight. Very respectfully put everything in drawers and closets. And now you are mad at me because you feel "erased"? What the fuck? YOU AGREED TO THIS months ago. Don't pick a fight with me about this. And second, when we are having a text conversation please follow along in the conversation. When we are talking specifically about a Wed in June assume we are continuing to speak of the same date and not changing mid stream. When you do this you get angry with me and I'm not the one who is beaten over the head with a stupid stick. You are.
Grow up. Get your head out of your ass. Stop being so stupid.
Signed, your soon to be ex
Confession # 3126
I love you so much for buying tampons for me, that I used them even though they were enormous and not very comfortable. Love hurts, I guess.
Confession # 3127
If you are too lazy to fill out the job application by yourself, then you probably don't deserve the job. The guy -- or woman -- who actually took the time to fill out his OWN job application does. There's something wrong with a college educated man with two master's degrees who follows his wife around the house WHINING because I won't take four hours out of my own busy day to fill out your job application while you watch TV. And I'm uncomfortable having to write all this blathering praise about what a hardworking swell guy you are when I know what a lazy, selfish irresponsible ass you actually are. Especially given that you aren't exactly given to praising me, nor have you ever assisted with household chores, childcare, anything having to do with my career, or any of my job applications.
And another thing? When we were nearly killed in that car accident last week and I couldn't even call you to retrieve me from the side of the road with our two daughters because you were HUNTING? Are you kidding me? No. I don't plan on ever forgiving you. Do you STILL require further clarification as to why I am not "in the mood"?
Confession # 3128
I honestly don't think that I will EVER feel good enough to be with you. That reality has absolutely nothing to do with you being better than me or out of my leauge because I have men tell me all the time that I could have done so much better. Its from the point that you compare me to EVERY SINGLE WOMAN who catches your eye! Its slowly killing me to constantly feel like who I am and what I look like isn't enough to keep you! We've been married for 6 years and I've never admitted that to anyone even you and I've also never felt completely safe in our relationship! IT SUCKS!
Confession # 3129
I thought you loved me, but I was wrong. I am a decoy - someone to fuck so HER husband does not suspect. Thank you for destroying my self worth. Thank you for showing me ALL men are the same - dirty, lying, cheating bastards. Who am I kidding? If you could cheat on your wife with me - I guess karma has come back to bite me big time, eh?
Confession # 3130
I've said some mean things. I've yelled. I emailed some girls. I sent one a text. I was snarky on your facebook page. I went through your stuff, pulled anything that was mine, inappropriate to have around a child, or trash and repacked it NICELY organized. (Since your stuff has been here for 60 days, it's now legally mine. Not that I want it, but technically I can go through it as many times as I like.) I ADMIT TO ALL OF IT! Yes, I did those things! I'm sorry! Am I justifying and defending them? No! Are you justifying and defending your right to lie? Yes! Have you said to me that the things you have done are inappropriate and you will never do them again? Nope.
Demanding that I say that I behaved inappropriately for emailing your "friends" and demanding that I promise I would never do it again is beyond hypocritical. The worst thing I've ever done is email some chicks (who you claimed at the time you didn't even like)... and you're using that to justify your lying to me? I'm just gobsmacked.
You left your room full of weird sex toys and porn, barely hidden, and I behave inappropriately? You drive drunk, lie, cheat, go to fight clubs, strip clubs, do drugs, bring drunk people home and let them barf and piss on the floor, are addicted to porn and leave it WHERE OUR SON CAN FIND IT, smoke around him, feed him crap, send him to school with no breakfast, let him watch inappropriate media, and you defend your right to do it all. You never APOLOGIZED to me for even half that stuff and you certainly never said that you would never do those things again. You claimed that you have the right to buy porn even though it made the check to the pediatrician bounce!
I'm inappropriate? REALLY?
You even said I was ruining your reputation with my "slander". REALLY?
Slander is a lie. I've never lied about you, I just revealed things you want to keep hidden.
And as far as your "apology" for cheating goes... you said you were sorry. Yes, you did. You said it. But why on earth would I accept words from a known and self admitted liar? I needed your ACTIONS to prove that you were sorry. Your words mean nothing, actions are the only thing that matters. When your actions proved to me that you were going to keep lying to cover up your bad behaviors, and that you didn't really love me, I knew the apology you offered was bullshit. You were sorry you got caught, not sorry for doing it. Your apology in words, no matter how heartfelt they were at the time, was killed by your actions.
Your actions are the proof of your intent, whether it's conscious or unconscious. I think that you keep your unconscious need to sabotage so well hidden from your conscious desire for family, that you don't even see it. That's why I keep on you still. Stop lying to yourself at least. You made a choice about what is important to you. Family wasn't the winner. Even now. The phone bill and bank statement prove it. You keep telling yourself that your son is the most important thing in the world to you, but you pick up the phone and call your girlfriend. There were days when you didn't even speak to your son ONCE. And there are even more days when if I hadn't dialed the phone and handed it to him, you would not have talked to him. Guess how many times you called your girlfriend on those days? You spend $440 in ONE month on phone calls to her, and didn't see your son or give me a DIME for his care. WAKE UP.
And you're worried about what I say to your "friends"? Why don't I email your friends this: Stop buying porn and pay for his fucking doctor. Call your son more than you call the lady you say you don't like. If you don't want me to file court ordered child support, then WHY DON'T YOU OFFER ME SOME HELP??? You are making double checks and I have to put up with you trying to humiliate me to get money for a bill from when you were living here! I ended up making you pay the phone bill because you give me such grief about asking for money! Your aunt told me that I SHOULD file for child support. Your best friend said I SHOULD file court orders and let the judge decide. That's what your friends and family ADVISED ME TO DO. And you're pissed off at me for doing it?
You keep proving to me that you are a passive aggressive narcissist by saying things that are right out of the personality disorder rule book. Stop. Be unique in your dysfunction - that's the least you can do. And don't be a hypocrite. That's the worst.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
True Wife Confessions XXX
Confession #291
Remember last Friday, when we sat on the bedroom
floor and talked about how much we want to make this
marriage work? It was one of the best nights of my
life.
Confession #292
I know that you want me to stop criticizing your mother but how can I when she is so disgusting? Anyone who flosses at the table and makes a pile of meat that she got from between her teeth is asking for it. People wonder why we haven't taken the baby to her house and I want to scream, "BECAUSE SHE HASN'T CLEANED HER TOILETS IN 15 YEARS!!!!!!!" She is the nastiest person I have ever known personally and she needs help.
Confession #293
Why are you so selfish? When will you ever consider anyone besides yourself? Why don't I matter to you? Why don't you listen to me? Why do you think it's okay to do whatever you want whenever you want and never let me know what's going on? What if I started treating you the way you treat me? Yeah, there are bigger jerks out there, and you don't beat me or cheat on me, but you don't consider me, and at times that can be just as bad
Confession #294
I know being around my family makes you
uncomfortable. I know that's why you don't like going
home for Christmas. I'm okay with that, so long as
when I say a family get-together is important, you
come to it with me.
Confession #295
I think I am the only person in my house that knows how to use a dishwashe. I mean as far as even opening it!!!! Wait, unless I pay the... Yah, when money is involved things get done!!! But, then my husband bitches that I shouldn't "Have" to pay our children to simply load and unload the dishwasher... I just want to smack the hell out of all of you for being so fucking inconsiderate!! I work full time and, I have zero tolerance for all of your ignorance!! Do the fucking dishes yourselves.. oh, yah.. and now honey, you get to do the dishes.. and give the children money so they can go to the mall. At least my way they were working for it!! Idiot...
Confession #296
The fact that you remember what I was wearing on the night we went out for our first real date....and that this was 16 years ago? Why, yes...It was that blue dress, and Yes, I did wear it to catch your eye. Remembering is amazingly sexy.
Confession #297
Your brother and his wife aren't welcome in our home.
Ever. I hope you're okay with this, because if they
want to come, I'm going to say no.
Confession #298
Are you REALLY okay with your son growing up as emotionally distant as you are?
Confession #299
It hurts me so much when I bring up something far in the future, like moving or having children, and you say "who says we're going to be together then?" I know you're "joking," but if the thought of us getting married is too much for you to handle, maybe we should be breaking up instead of making plans to celebrate our 4-year anniversary. I'm not in a big hurry to get a ring on my finger or anything, but I'd like to know that the thought has at least crossed your mind in the past four years, and hopefully it doesn't turn your stomach.
Confession #300
When you spend all day on your day off, sometimes the only day you get in a week, cleaning our house and mowing the lawn, reorganizing the garage, and then coming inside and helping me with dinner, I totally remember why it was I fell in love with you. We are a team, you and I, and while I sometimes feel guilty because I can't seem to dust as well or as quickly as you, I still remember every time I see you with the Pledge in your hands that you aren't my father, and I won't end up like my mom, doing housework all day while you watch TV and nap in the recliner. You make me want to be a better wife. I know I just told you this last night, but I wanted to say it again. And I'm sorry your clothes got so wrinkled in the dryer before your business trip.
Remember last Friday, when we sat on the bedroom
floor and talked about how much we want to make this
marriage work? It was one of the best nights of my
life.
Confession #292
I know that you want me to stop criticizing your mother but how can I when she is so disgusting? Anyone who flosses at the table and makes a pile of meat that she got from between her teeth is asking for it. People wonder why we haven't taken the baby to her house and I want to scream, "BECAUSE SHE HASN'T CLEANED HER TOILETS IN 15 YEARS!!!!!!!" She is the nastiest person I have ever known personally and she needs help.
Confession #293
Why are you so selfish? When will you ever consider anyone besides yourself? Why don't I matter to you? Why don't you listen to me? Why do you think it's okay to do whatever you want whenever you want and never let me know what's going on? What if I started treating you the way you treat me? Yeah, there are bigger jerks out there, and you don't beat me or cheat on me, but you don't consider me, and at times that can be just as bad
Confession #294
I know being around my family makes you
uncomfortable. I know that's why you don't like going
home for Christmas. I'm okay with that, so long as
when I say a family get-together is important, you
come to it with me.
Confession #295
I think I am the only person in my house that knows how to use a dishwashe. I mean as far as even opening it!!!! Wait, unless I pay the... Yah, when money is involved things get done!!! But, then my husband bitches that I shouldn't "Have" to pay our children to simply load and unload the dishwasher... I just want to smack the hell out of all of you for being so fucking inconsiderate!! I work full time and, I have zero tolerance for all of your ignorance!! Do the fucking dishes yourselves.. oh, yah.. and now honey, you get to do the dishes.. and give the children money so they can go to the mall. At least my way they were working for it!! Idiot...
Confession #296
The fact that you remember what I was wearing on the night we went out for our first real date....and that this was 16 years ago? Why, yes...It was that blue dress, and Yes, I did wear it to catch your eye. Remembering is amazingly sexy.
Confession #297
Your brother and his wife aren't welcome in our home.
Ever. I hope you're okay with this, because if they
want to come, I'm going to say no.
Confession #298
Are you REALLY okay with your son growing up as emotionally distant as you are?
Confession #299
It hurts me so much when I bring up something far in the future, like moving or having children, and you say "who says we're going to be together then?" I know you're "joking," but if the thought of us getting married is too much for you to handle, maybe we should be breaking up instead of making plans to celebrate our 4-year anniversary. I'm not in a big hurry to get a ring on my finger or anything, but I'd like to know that the thought has at least crossed your mind in the past four years, and hopefully it doesn't turn your stomach.
Confession #300
When you spend all day on your day off, sometimes the only day you get in a week, cleaning our house and mowing the lawn, reorganizing the garage, and then coming inside and helping me with dinner, I totally remember why it was I fell in love with you. We are a team, you and I, and while I sometimes feel guilty because I can't seem to dust as well or as quickly as you, I still remember every time I see you with the Pledge in your hands that you aren't my father, and I won't end up like my mom, doing housework all day while you watch TV and nap in the recliner. You make me want to be a better wife. I know I just told you this last night, but I wanted to say it again. And I'm sorry your clothes got so wrinkled in the dryer before your business trip.
Monday, May 03, 2010
True Wife Confessions 311 Non Emergency
Confession #3111
You were snoring last night and woke up me up, so I asked you nicely to roll over. You got up and left the room. We have three other empty beds in this house. Your decision to sleep on the uncomfortable couch makes you a dumb ass, not a martyr.
Confession #3112
I am so happy I left you. I found the man of my dreams, my soul mate! He is the complete opposite of you, and when the girls realize you only see them when it is convenient for you, he will be there as their dad and as the positive influence on their lives. You never will change, and I feel bad for your 2 girlfriends.
Confession #3113
Dear husband and your mother,
Why do you both start projects and not complete them and leave all the stuff all over the place? Ordinarily this is fine, but today when I am doing major cleaning, not so much fun. Just bring the stuff to the basement for next time.
Thanks.
Love,
me
Confession #3114
Hey asshole! I’m very happy for you and your girlfriend. I’m so happy that she thinks you’re perfect, and the best thing that’s ever happened to her. The reason why I’m happy? I secretly pushed your needy, emotionally-abusive, man-boy ass onto that stupid woman! When I saw how great you two got along, and how attracted you were to each other, I saw my chance to get rid of you forever!
However, I recognize in all the Facebook posts about your new, wonderful life the phony happiness that we used to project. And if you were so happy, then why are you still trying to fuck me? Oh, yeah, I know why. Because you know that I have a string of men that I see, a couple of whom I’m fucking. And, they are much better in bed than you ever were! I will never be with you, either sexually or in a relationship, for as long as I live!
Confession #3115
I think you're starting to get the picture. When you do dishes, empty trash, or clean up without me having to bitch, nag, or ask my heart soars and I remember all over again why I fell in love with you and keep fighting through the stupid little things and the important big ones. It's just nice to know that someone is WILLING to share the load - it's why I make a point to thank you when I see you doing something that helps out.
We don't have kids yet, and I really want them (I never did, until recently), but I can't imagine having them with a man that can't even help out around the house. You're giving me hope that one day we will be able to have them. I'd love nothing more than to have children with you and to grow old together. I love you. Thank you for showing that you appreciate me too!
By the way, my mom is right. You do "deal with me so well" as she puts it.
Confession #3116
Been married to you for almost six years and I can honestly say that I do love you. But at times I swear it feels like Role Reversal. I thought that me being the woman, I was suppose to be clinging and demanding of ALL of your attention ALL the time, but this is so not the case. I don't know how else to say this but the truth is I'm a loner. I believe I get it from my father. That doesn't mean I don't want you around, it just means you've got to cut the shit when it comes to getting my attention. For FUCK-sake you're not a child. It's gotten so bad that I've actually named your dysfunctional behavior as "BABY HUEY SYNDROME" I mean WTF? You don't know how bad I want to cut off your fuckin air supply when you insist on setting yourself at odds with whatever has my attention at that time. I remember I even had to rent a goddamn HOTEL room so I could finish the last three chapters of a
book I was reading. UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE. I told you I was through with threatening divorce and tellin you to pack your shit, to leave and that I was going to "stick it out" But I swear to God if things continue this way,
I will still keep my promise about not putting you out, but you better damn sure believe I will be the one leaving. You have no idea how infuriating it is to not be able to come home from work and just CHILL. From the time I set
foot through the front door you are flapping your fucking gums so much that I can't even hear the damn news. And just in case you are wondering?...You are NOT smarter than me. I can tell you what the hell you're going to do
before you even know yourself, and I've been laying real low when it comes to mental (spy vs. spy) type battle of witts, you are out of your league. I lay low cause I love you and I know you have NO problem dishing it out, but
will do everything short of goin into labor if the tables were turned and you had to take it, so don't play with me. When it comes to sex...Look...I love sex just as much as the next woman, but I'm sure that no respecting
woman wants to wake up to her hair being yanked and her ass smacked at 3:00 am when she has to get up for work within the next 2 hours. That is really inconsiderate. There's something wrong with you. DO NOT make sex feel like a chore or it will be the DEATH of our sex life. This is MY body and just because you throw a damned temper tantrum when you don't get it does not make me want you anymore, but less. Sometimes, I don't even think you care whether I'm into it or not. It's just a battle of wills. I don't feel like it so you're trying to make me. That's not how it's suppose to go. It's not even enjoyable like that. Sometimes the loves scenes I read about in my books are the only thing that gets me through on the nights that I'd rather you not even touch me. Perhaps you should slow down on the pornos. That is t.v. I am a real woman. Don't you DARE spit in my crotch! That's just fucking disgusting. I hate when you treat my body like a playground. It's as if you get in the "Zone" and forget I'm there too. Nevermind the fact that I'm beginning to lose feeling in my toes cause you have the back of my knees up by my ears! And then have the nerve to hold back and take WAY TOO freakin long to bust a nut. You tell me all the time "I'm not doin it on purpose" BULLSHIT! Look the next time you pull that shit, I'm falling asleep on your ass, so you better get yours. AND BTW stop wearing my fucking socks! You stretch them out so bad that by the time I get around to it, the heels of my socks are hanging off the back of my fucking ankles. Don't use t-shirts to wipe up red kool-aid or anything else for that matter. The next time you behave like a inconsidered Jack of All Asses and eat up my personal snacks w/o asking or even replacing them...You will need a plunger to fish both of your PS3 Controls out the fucking toilet. Leave my shit alone...
Confession #3117
I am in complete love with you. When I think of the things that I have done to almost mess it up, I feel nausea. I fall deeper and deeper in love with you everyday. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful life. I love our new house and all my pretty things. I most of all love that you love me completely with all your heart.
Confession #3118
Every year when the Social Security Administration sends their annual report, all I can think of is how nice it would be if you were dead. I wouldn't have to put up with your shit and I'd get $1200 a month, which is more than you've been bringing home for the past few years.
Confession #3119
I knew it was her the whole time! The moment you spoke her name I knew it was bad news! Your affair is now jeopardizing your career in the military because I was forced to call base security when I had someone knock on my door telling me you weren't at home in bed like I thought, you were 2 streets down banging this chick... and security contacted your command....... I know you're scared but I'm not, this was the best decision ever, maybe THIS will get you to wake up and realize you've got an amazing life with the kids and me! The funny thing is that after all this and nearly 6 years of marriage, I'm still totally in love with your ass! Maybe I am a stupid bitch!
Confession #3120
I've always hated infidelity; my dad cheated on my mum and left me as a child. But now, I find myself straying. I love my boyfriend of four years and couldn't imagine being apart from him, but I have now found myself in the position of cheater. I've fucked another man twice, and love the excitement, illicitness and newness of it. He is married and loves his wife. We both know it is nothing but fun and we put a smile on one another's face. The guilt nearly consumes me and I drift between extreme horniness for my married man and devastation that I could potentially hurt my own loved one so very much. I hate that I have become like my father, and perhaps worse still, like his mistress (and now wife) but at the same time, I now feel so much more alive.
You were snoring last night and woke up me up, so I asked you nicely to roll over. You got up and left the room. We have three other empty beds in this house. Your decision to sleep on the uncomfortable couch makes you a dumb ass, not a martyr.
Confession #3112
I am so happy I left you. I found the man of my dreams, my soul mate! He is the complete opposite of you, and when the girls realize you only see them when it is convenient for you, he will be there as their dad and as the positive influence on their lives. You never will change, and I feel bad for your 2 girlfriends.
Confession #3113
Dear husband and your mother,
Why do you both start projects and not complete them and leave all the stuff all over the place? Ordinarily this is fine, but today when I am doing major cleaning, not so much fun. Just bring the stuff to the basement for next time.
Thanks.
Love,
me
Confession #3114
Hey asshole! I’m very happy for you and your girlfriend. I’m so happy that she thinks you’re perfect, and the best thing that’s ever happened to her. The reason why I’m happy? I secretly pushed your needy, emotionally-abusive, man-boy ass onto that stupid woman! When I saw how great you two got along, and how attracted you were to each other, I saw my chance to get rid of you forever!
However, I recognize in all the Facebook posts about your new, wonderful life the phony happiness that we used to project. And if you were so happy, then why are you still trying to fuck me? Oh, yeah, I know why. Because you know that I have a string of men that I see, a couple of whom I’m fucking. And, they are much better in bed than you ever were! I will never be with you, either sexually or in a relationship, for as long as I live!
Confession #3115
I think you're starting to get the picture. When you do dishes, empty trash, or clean up without me having to bitch, nag, or ask my heart soars and I remember all over again why I fell in love with you and keep fighting through the stupid little things and the important big ones. It's just nice to know that someone is WILLING to share the load - it's why I make a point to thank you when I see you doing something that helps out.
We don't have kids yet, and I really want them (I never did, until recently), but I can't imagine having them with a man that can't even help out around the house. You're giving me hope that one day we will be able to have them. I'd love nothing more than to have children with you and to grow old together. I love you. Thank you for showing that you appreciate me too!
By the way, my mom is right. You do "deal with me so well" as she puts it.
Confession #3116
Been married to you for almost six years and I can honestly say that I do love you. But at times I swear it feels like Role Reversal. I thought that me being the woman, I was suppose to be clinging and demanding of ALL of your attention ALL the time, but this is so not the case. I don't know how else to say this but the truth is I'm a loner. I believe I get it from my father. That doesn't mean I don't want you around, it just means you've got to cut the shit when it comes to getting my attention. For FUCK-sake you're not a child. It's gotten so bad that I've actually named your dysfunctional behavior as "BABY HUEY SYNDROME" I mean WTF? You don't know how bad I want to cut off your fuckin air supply when you insist on setting yourself at odds with whatever has my attention at that time. I remember I even had to rent a goddamn HOTEL room so I could finish the last three chapters of a
book I was reading. UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE. I told you I was through with threatening divorce and tellin you to pack your shit, to leave and that I was going to "stick it out" But I swear to God if things continue this way,
I will still keep my promise about not putting you out, but you better damn sure believe I will be the one leaving. You have no idea how infuriating it is to not be able to come home from work and just CHILL. From the time I set
foot through the front door you are flapping your fucking gums so much that I can't even hear the damn news. And just in case you are wondering?...You are NOT smarter than me. I can tell you what the hell you're going to do
before you even know yourself, and I've been laying real low when it comes to mental (spy vs. spy) type battle of witts, you are out of your league. I lay low cause I love you and I know you have NO problem dishing it out, but
will do everything short of goin into labor if the tables were turned and you had to take it, so don't play with me. When it comes to sex...Look...I love sex just as much as the next woman, but I'm sure that no respecting
woman wants to wake up to her hair being yanked and her ass smacked at 3:00 am when she has to get up for work within the next 2 hours. That is really inconsiderate. There's something wrong with you. DO NOT make sex feel like a chore or it will be the DEATH of our sex life. This is MY body and just because you throw a damned temper tantrum when you don't get it does not make me want you anymore, but less. Sometimes, I don't even think you care whether I'm into it or not. It's just a battle of wills. I don't feel like it so you're trying to make me. That's not how it's suppose to go. It's not even enjoyable like that. Sometimes the loves scenes I read about in my books are the only thing that gets me through on the nights that I'd rather you not even touch me. Perhaps you should slow down on the pornos. That is t.v. I am a real woman. Don't you DARE spit in my crotch! That's just fucking disgusting. I hate when you treat my body like a playground. It's as if you get in the "Zone" and forget I'm there too. Nevermind the fact that I'm beginning to lose feeling in my toes cause you have the back of my knees up by my ears! And then have the nerve to hold back and take WAY TOO freakin long to bust a nut. You tell me all the time "I'm not doin it on purpose" BULLSHIT! Look the next time you pull that shit, I'm falling asleep on your ass, so you better get yours. AND BTW stop wearing my fucking socks! You stretch them out so bad that by the time I get around to it, the heels of my socks are hanging off the back of my fucking ankles. Don't use t-shirts to wipe up red kool-aid or anything else for that matter. The next time you behave like a inconsidered Jack of All Asses and eat up my personal snacks w/o asking or even replacing them...You will need a plunger to fish both of your PS3 Controls out the fucking toilet. Leave my shit alone...
Confession #3117
I am in complete love with you. When I think of the things that I have done to almost mess it up, I feel nausea. I fall deeper and deeper in love with you everyday. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful life. I love our new house and all my pretty things. I most of all love that you love me completely with all your heart.
Confession #3118
Every year when the Social Security Administration sends their annual report, all I can think of is how nice it would be if you were dead. I wouldn't have to put up with your shit and I'd get $1200 a month, which is more than you've been bringing home for the past few years.
Confession #3119
I knew it was her the whole time! The moment you spoke her name I knew it was bad news! Your affair is now jeopardizing your career in the military because I was forced to call base security when I had someone knock on my door telling me you weren't at home in bed like I thought, you were 2 streets down banging this chick... and security contacted your command....... I know you're scared but I'm not, this was the best decision ever, maybe THIS will get you to wake up and realize you've got an amazing life with the kids and me! The funny thing is that after all this and nearly 6 years of marriage, I'm still totally in love with your ass! Maybe I am a stupid bitch!
Confession #3120
I've always hated infidelity; my dad cheated on my mum and left me as a child. But now, I find myself straying. I love my boyfriend of four years and couldn't imagine being apart from him, but I have now found myself in the position of cheater. I've fucked another man twice, and love the excitement, illicitness and newness of it. He is married and loves his wife. We both know it is nothing but fun and we put a smile on one another's face. The guilt nearly consumes me and I drift between extreme horniness for my married man and devastation that I could potentially hurt my own loved one so very much. I hate that I have become like my father, and perhaps worse still, like his mistress (and now wife) but at the same time, I now feel so much more alive.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
True Wife Confessions Sweet and Sour 29
Confession #281
When I ask you what time you are going to be home from where ever it is your going, tell me what time you are going to be home. Don't tell me 10pm because you think that is what I want to hear and then come strolling in at 2am blaming it on the guy driving not wanting to leave. If you aren't going to be home at 10 then CALL ME! You have a cell phone that you use ALL THE TIME...just once, use it to call me and tell me you will be late. Or better yet, quit being such an inconsiderate jerk and come home on time!
Confession #282
I can't begin to explain how frustrating it is to go somewhere with you and never leave together. Or the fact that every moment off of work is hanging with your buddies...playin' cards. You do have a family you know...remember me? our boys?Not to mention the fact that HELLO we are getting married in 3 (yes...3) weeks and you are blowing our money on poker! You know for once...just once...I would love to be the irresponsible one. I would love to party with our friends and not worry about the children, the dog we are sitting for while YOUR parents are out of town, making sure the house is clean the fridge is full of food, the laundry is done and whatever else it is that I do....just once would be nice!
Confession #283
I hope she is worth it, I hope you find out whatever it is that her first two husbands found wrong, and hope that you one day kick yourself for giving up our 10 year marriage and our 3 year old daughter for your piece of ass that was just so good. I hope your daughter never finds out or figures out that her daddy wanted a better piece of ass than to fix what was wrong with our family. I sincerely hope that the person that doesn't like kids, and doesn't ever think kids should be at a party does not become the person that helps you raise our daughter
Confession #284
I want to have an affair with a black man that has a huge penis. When i am having sex with you, i am dreaming about a big dick in me stretching me out and loving it.
Confession #285
The only reason that I say hateful things about Japanese women is
because I feel like I will never measure up to your ex-girlfriend who
was Japanese. You have told me countless times that I don't have to
compete, and somewhere, deep in my heart I believe it. I just need
to get it through to my head. I am not as racist as I sound - just a
bit envious.
Confession #286
I am so sick and tired of you always being sick, having pains in your chest, pains in your ass cheek, and just being all around sick. when I met you you seemed somewhat strong and healthy, now 17 years later I am the one caring the 50 lbs of dog food & salt for the water softener & removing the cap off your ketchup bottle. I really think that all the meds that your on is not helping you but is killing you slowly. but you won't listen to me when I tell you this and you say that your just following doctor's orders. BULL SHIT- GET A BACK BONE AND LEARN HOW TO CARE FOR YOUR HEALTH INSTEAD OF HAVING SOME QUACK PUSHING MEDS. ON YOU every time you go in for a check up.
Confession #287
I absolutely hate walking into the bathroom and stepping over your dirty clothes and towels just so I can use the toilet….Clean up after yourself you lazy scab…
Confession #288
Tonight was the last time that you speak to me like that in front of our children. When you speak to me like that you make yourself look like the immature, ignorant, and out of control asshole that you really are. The next time you choose to show your self like that I will take your flippant, "fuck off" advice to heart and leave you and your temper tantrums.
Confession #289
If you accuse me 1 more time of having a boyfriend then I WILL go cheat on you, there are 4 of them just waiting for the chance, then afterwards they'd love to come kick your sorry wife beating ass.
Oh and here's another for you, I'm filing for FULL CUSTODY with supervised visits and a DIVORCE tomorrow. I'm planning on leaving you high and dry fucker. This has been my plan for years, and my new found contact with old friends has pushed me into doing this.
Oh and I'm going out tomorrow night for my birthday and to celebrate me LEAVING you!!!
Confession #290
I hate that I'm the one who always buys you presents; you've never even written me a note before.
I hate that you always turn to me for money - never once have you bought me lunch, and you always ask me to pay you back for the things you help me buy. I must have spent hundreds and hundreds on you already, from the cumulative dollars here and there.
I hate that you tell me you felt jealous when I talked to this one guy a lot, but don't realise I felt the same way considering how 9/10 of your friends are females. I hate the way you have no inhibitions around them, never refraining from hugging them, getting all touchy-feely, then telling me that "they're just friends" when I object.
I hate the way you tell me I'm too sensitive, and that I have to learn to trust you. Trust is never given freely, and you haven't proven your worth.
I hate the way you compare me to your ex-girlfriends.
I hate the way you don't stand up for me, but stand up for other girls.
I hate the way you constantly tell me how pretty other girls are.
I hate the way you want to set up a band, a dance group, and all the other sort of shit with other girls, but never once want to include me in anything you do.
I hate the way you tell me that I don't communicate with you enough, and don't tell you the problems I have with you. And when I do, you somehow talk around it so it always ends up as my fault.
I hate the way you're always more than an hour late for our dates, leaving me to wait solitarily by the streets.
Most of all, I hate myself for not having the courage to tell you all this. I hate my heart for feeling so happy when I see you, that I'm never able to figure out whether I should leave you or not.
When I ask you what time you are going to be home from where ever it is your going, tell me what time you are going to be home. Don't tell me 10pm because you think that is what I want to hear and then come strolling in at 2am blaming it on the guy driving not wanting to leave. If you aren't going to be home at 10 then CALL ME! You have a cell phone that you use ALL THE TIME...just once, use it to call me and tell me you will be late. Or better yet, quit being such an inconsiderate jerk and come home on time!
Confession #282
I can't begin to explain how frustrating it is to go somewhere with you and never leave together. Or the fact that every moment off of work is hanging with your buddies...playin' cards. You do have a family you know...remember me? our boys?Not to mention the fact that HELLO we are getting married in 3 (yes...3) weeks and you are blowing our money on poker! You know for once...just once...I would love to be the irresponsible one. I would love to party with our friends and not worry about the children, the dog we are sitting for while YOUR parents are out of town, making sure the house is clean the fridge is full of food, the laundry is done and whatever else it is that I do....just once would be nice!
Confession #283
I hope she is worth it, I hope you find out whatever it is that her first two husbands found wrong, and hope that you one day kick yourself for giving up our 10 year marriage and our 3 year old daughter for your piece of ass that was just so good. I hope your daughter never finds out or figures out that her daddy wanted a better piece of ass than to fix what was wrong with our family. I sincerely hope that the person that doesn't like kids, and doesn't ever think kids should be at a party does not become the person that helps you raise our daughter
Confession #284
I want to have an affair with a black man that has a huge penis. When i am having sex with you, i am dreaming about a big dick in me stretching me out and loving it.
Confession #285
The only reason that I say hateful things about Japanese women is
because I feel like I will never measure up to your ex-girlfriend who
was Japanese. You have told me countless times that I don't have to
compete, and somewhere, deep in my heart I believe it. I just need
to get it through to my head. I am not as racist as I sound - just a
bit envious.
Confession #286
I am so sick and tired of you always being sick, having pains in your chest, pains in your ass cheek, and just being all around sick. when I met you you seemed somewhat strong and healthy, now 17 years later I am the one caring the 50 lbs of dog food & salt for the water softener & removing the cap off your ketchup bottle. I really think that all the meds that your on is not helping you but is killing you slowly. but you won't listen to me when I tell you this and you say that your just following doctor's orders. BULL SHIT- GET A BACK BONE AND LEARN HOW TO CARE FOR YOUR HEALTH INSTEAD OF HAVING SOME QUACK PUSHING MEDS. ON YOU every time you go in for a check up.
Confession #287
I absolutely hate walking into the bathroom and stepping over your dirty clothes and towels just so I can use the toilet….Clean up after yourself you lazy scab…
Confession #288
Tonight was the last time that you speak to me like that in front of our children. When you speak to me like that you make yourself look like the immature, ignorant, and out of control asshole that you really are. The next time you choose to show your self like that I will take your flippant, "fuck off" advice to heart and leave you and your temper tantrums.
Confession #289
If you accuse me 1 more time of having a boyfriend then I WILL go cheat on you, there are 4 of them just waiting for the chance, then afterwards they'd love to come kick your sorry wife beating ass.
Oh and here's another for you, I'm filing for FULL CUSTODY with supervised visits and a DIVORCE tomorrow. I'm planning on leaving you high and dry fucker. This has been my plan for years, and my new found contact with old friends has pushed me into doing this.
Oh and I'm going out tomorrow night for my birthday and to celebrate me LEAVING you!!!
Confession #290
I hate that I'm the one who always buys you presents; you've never even written me a note before.
I hate that you always turn to me for money - never once have you bought me lunch, and you always ask me to pay you back for the things you help me buy. I must have spent hundreds and hundreds on you already, from the cumulative dollars here and there.
I hate that you tell me you felt jealous when I talked to this one guy a lot, but don't realise I felt the same way considering how 9/10 of your friends are females. I hate the way you have no inhibitions around them, never refraining from hugging them, getting all touchy-feely, then telling me that "they're just friends" when I object.
I hate the way you tell me I'm too sensitive, and that I have to learn to trust you. Trust is never given freely, and you haven't proven your worth.
I hate the way you compare me to your ex-girlfriends.
I hate the way you don't stand up for me, but stand up for other girls.
I hate the way you constantly tell me how pretty other girls are.
I hate the way you want to set up a band, a dance group, and all the other sort of shit with other girls, but never once want to include me in anything you do.
I hate the way you tell me that I don't communicate with you enough, and don't tell you the problems I have with you. And when I do, you somehow talk around it so it always ends up as my fault.
I hate the way you're always more than an hour late for our dates, leaving me to wait solitarily by the streets.
Most of all, I hate myself for not having the courage to tell you all this. I hate my heart for feeling so happy when I see you, that I'm never able to figure out whether I should leave you or not.
Monday, April 19, 2010
True Wife Confessions 28 Days Later
Confession #261
I don't say that I appreciate you enough. I spend more time bitching at you than saying how good you really are. It's wrong of me and I'm sorry. I'm also sorry that when I get PMS I turn into a raging, insane BITCH. You deserve better.
Confession #262
My dad had come over to help pack up some personal items of mine from school and family heirlooms to store in their basement because we no longer had storage space at our place. Dad left the boxes in our living room and said he'd come back to get them the next day, then the two of us went to dinner. A few months later, my husband and I hit a rocky patch in the marriage. I went to stay with my folks. While in the basement, I found the boxes dad had packed. I unpacked them and found that items were missing. It turns out that while Dad and I were at dinner, my husband had carefully untaped each box and stole some items. Then he taped them back up so we'd never know it happened. The divorce papers came last week. THANK YOU GOD!
Confession #263
Your penis is unusually tiny. Maybe 4 inches? When not erect, I can't even tell you have one. I can't feel anything when we have sex. Here's a big reason for having sex before you get married. Or rather, a SMALL reason. Try before you buy, ladies!
Confession #264
I'm pretty sure that you know how much money I spend and you almost never call me on it. Well, maybe the time I spent 600 bucks at Hannah Anderson and you made me take half of the things back. But still
Confession #265
For the milionth time, I will never swing with you. I won't go to swing clubs or swing parties just to, "Check it out." You think they're going to be hot models? Reality check, honey. Most of them are white trash and most of them don't use protection because, "We're all married, so we're safe." Why didn't you tell me you were into this germy disgusting lifestyle BEFORE we got married?
Confession #266
The fact that you have stayed with me through all of my mental health issues, and have rarely called me crazy out loud, even when you are thinking it in your head? You took "the good with the bad" part of our vows seriously and I am eternally grateful.
Confession #267
My husband is dead set against sex toys. He asks me why I need sex toys if I have him around to satisfy me? I say it's something fun to add to our sex life. He said it's either him or the sex toys. So when he goes to work, I get out my hidden collection of sex toys and do myself silly. Maybe my husband does have something to fear. The sex toys are a lot better in bed than him.
Confession #268
It was just two days after I started the Pill and wasn't protected against pregnancy yet. I asked my husband to put on a condom before we had sex. He agreed. He leaned over to the nightstand and made a big effort out of opening a condom wrapper and putting it on. When he came, I felt it. I pushed him off me and saw there was no condom. He had MIMED putting on the condom and had hidden the condom under the bed. I demanded to know why. He said, "You're not gonna get pregnant, so what's the big deal?" It was the first moment that I felt fear in my heart that I had married the wrong man.
Confession #269
Do you not wipe after taking a dump? I do your laundry, you know, and I don't think you use toilet paper.
Confession #270
I love that you are the one who bakes for all school functions. Me? I would buy something, but you? In the kitchen, baking giant cookies or super fudgey browines.
I don't say that I appreciate you enough. I spend more time bitching at you than saying how good you really are. It's wrong of me and I'm sorry. I'm also sorry that when I get PMS I turn into a raging, insane BITCH. You deserve better.
Confession #262
My dad had come over to help pack up some personal items of mine from school and family heirlooms to store in their basement because we no longer had storage space at our place. Dad left the boxes in our living room and said he'd come back to get them the next day, then the two of us went to dinner. A few months later, my husband and I hit a rocky patch in the marriage. I went to stay with my folks. While in the basement, I found the boxes dad had packed. I unpacked them and found that items were missing. It turns out that while Dad and I were at dinner, my husband had carefully untaped each box and stole some items. Then he taped them back up so we'd never know it happened. The divorce papers came last week. THANK YOU GOD!
Confession #263
Your penis is unusually tiny. Maybe 4 inches? When not erect, I can't even tell you have one. I can't feel anything when we have sex. Here's a big reason for having sex before you get married. Or rather, a SMALL reason. Try before you buy, ladies!
Confession #264
I'm pretty sure that you know how much money I spend and you almost never call me on it. Well, maybe the time I spent 600 bucks at Hannah Anderson and you made me take half of the things back. But still
Confession #265
For the milionth time, I will never swing with you. I won't go to swing clubs or swing parties just to, "Check it out." You think they're going to be hot models? Reality check, honey. Most of them are white trash and most of them don't use protection because, "We're all married, so we're safe." Why didn't you tell me you were into this germy disgusting lifestyle BEFORE we got married?
Confession #266
The fact that you have stayed with me through all of my mental health issues, and have rarely called me crazy out loud, even when you are thinking it in your head? You took "the good with the bad" part of our vows seriously and I am eternally grateful.
Confession #267
My husband is dead set against sex toys. He asks me why I need sex toys if I have him around to satisfy me? I say it's something fun to add to our sex life. He said it's either him or the sex toys. So when he goes to work, I get out my hidden collection of sex toys and do myself silly. Maybe my husband does have something to fear. The sex toys are a lot better in bed than him.
Confession #268
It was just two days after I started the Pill and wasn't protected against pregnancy yet. I asked my husband to put on a condom before we had sex. He agreed. He leaned over to the nightstand and made a big effort out of opening a condom wrapper and putting it on. When he came, I felt it. I pushed him off me and saw there was no condom. He had MIMED putting on the condom and had hidden the condom under the bed. I demanded to know why. He said, "You're not gonna get pregnant, so what's the big deal?" It was the first moment that I felt fear in my heart that I had married the wrong man.
Confession #269
Do you not wipe after taking a dump? I do your laundry, you know, and I don't think you use toilet paper.
Confession #270
I love that you are the one who bakes for all school functions. Me? I would buy something, but you? In the kitchen, baking giant cookies or super fudgey browines.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
True Wife Confessions 310 dandelion blooms
Confession #3101
I can't say this to you because I want you to sign the damn divorce papers. When you said you finally got the courage to look at them this weekend,bullshit. You're holding on to them so that I'll file taxes with you for last year - no other reason, you asshole. And when you said you didn't look at my documents and just handed them to the accountant because its none of your business - it is everything I have not to tear you to pieces. YOU are not a noble or honorable person. YOU are the asshole who fucked around on me during our marriage and yet withheld sex from me for the past 3 years. And during the last year when you're going through alcohol detox and I was the good wife supporting you and being patient for the sex to return - you were drinking and fucking around. So, fuck you asshole. There is nothing honorable about you. Just sign the mother fucking divorce papers and get out of my life. I don't need you.
Confession #3102
I know you are planning a surprise party for my 40th birthday - because you are so Terrible at being sly and keeping secrets - and I hear you talking on the phone to people who must be flying or driving in and while you try to be vague, you just Aren't. And it is sweet. Terribly, terribly sweet, and I love you for it.
Confession #3103
I just give up.
Confession# 3104
Dear hubby,
On days where I'm super pissed off and in a foul mood when you walk in the door its a good suggestion to ask how you can help instead of telling me to pull my tampon out and get over it! You may work outside the home but what I do is work too! We have 3 kids together...all under 5. I don't just sit on my ass reading magazines and tan! Some days I don't even get to take a shower because I'm so busy! I love you dearly and would love to be in a better mood but when I'm required to do everything around the house plus all the errands and what not because heaven forbid you lift a finger or you'll freak out like a baby, it stresses me out to no end! Oh and one more thing...I was happy to get you the motorcycle you've always wanted, because you do work hard, but when you wrecked it being stupid without hesitation I gave you the money we were gonna use on a down payment for a new mini van..... And you had the audacity to be an ass for weeks following and you didn't even act like you appreciated what I did for you, I wanted to strangle you! Please PLEASE PLEASEEE grow up and realize that you have a great life! I love you more than you know!
Your stressed out wifey!
Confession # 3105
We've been together almost 8 years....and there are still no signs of us getting married. Both of our families ask us if we talk about it or have any plans. It's the same story: "Well, I want to get my career going and pay down some of my student loans before starting a family".
It's time to get real: we are in our mid-20's, and we've been together since high school. The real reason that we are not ready to get married is because you still work a part-time job and live with your sister, and I refuse to consider marriage because I am afraid of having to support a whole family on my own.
I love you with all my heart. You are my best friend, and I don't know what I would do without you. However, I will leave you in a year if you don't have your shit together. You need to grow up and realize that your current situation is not a good look. I won't bring you around my co-workers or to alumni parties because I am always embarrassed for them to ask you what you do for a living!
You have had so many epiphanies since you graduated from high school. After the first two, I really thought you were going to get it together and finish college and get a full-time job. But then after the fourth and fifth ones, I stopped paying attention. I don't care what kind of dreams you have, or what the little voice in your head told you, I am telling you to get an adult job and learn how to be self-reliant. You don't even have to finish school (college isn't for everyone)!!
The reason I get so irritated with yous sometimes is because I truly think that you don't care. You are comfortable being on the bottom, but I am not! It is time to put down the XBox controller and be a real man.
Confession # 3106
We've been together just over 5 years, you are 3 and a half years younger than me. I turn 32 later this year, and although I didn't want kids in the early part of our relationship.. I do want one now. Not lots, even one would be great. You know I feel this way these days, and although you don't have the same drive that I do, when I was pregnant last year, you were even more excited than I was. That pregnancy didn't turn out well, in fact, it saw me in an ambulance being rushed into emergency surgery with a ruptured tube on my left side. (ectopic) I lost that tube, and face a greatly diminished chance of ever having a successful pregnancy now. I hang on to the idea that we could still have a baby together, but cry to myself with every period. You tell me you want to stay with me forever, but here is the thing... if we can't have a baby together, I don't know if I do.
You would make the best father around. You are kind caring devoted artistic and fun. You cook the most amazing meals anyone could wish for. You make me die a little when you hang out with other people's babies or young children, the way you just get them, the way they just love you. I would give up any kind of material success to have that, you interacting in that way with our child. I would give every single thing for that. But if we can't have a child, I feel differently. If we can't, then I don't really know if I want to. See, you are pretty hopeless with money... You are an artist, I get it.. those two skills don't go hand in hand.. I on the other hand earn so much less than you, yet still managed to save the deposit for our home, pay the bills, put something aside for (hopefully) some improvements on our home. If there is no baby, and I have spent the prime years of my life where that was possible with you.. then what is the point? I am not afraid of being poor, but would I really choose it for no reason? If we can't have a baby, do I really want to spend the rest of my life bailing you out of your credit card debt?
Confession # 3107
I am furious about the amount of money you spent on the new TV (without consulting me, I might add), the amount of money we spend for satellite TV every month, and the amount of time you spend watching the damn thing. Your life, your childrens’ lives, and our life together are all passing you by while you sit in front of that giant time and money sucking hole every day.
Confession # 3108
I see the texts on your phone, dumbass. I know where you are going and who you are seeing. I care less about who you are fucking and more that you think I am so oblivious that I wouldn't notice. You haven't been able to out think me in 15 years, what makes you think you can now?
Confession # 3109
We have had a rough last 5 years, I will admit. We have been through everything imaginable while our life took a whole new shape & form. I am going to be honest, I don't know how we have made it, but somehow we have. I feel closer to you than I have in our 15 years of marriage & our kids have only benefitted from us growing closer. I know that your ego took a huge hit when you lost your job & we solely survive on my income now, but you took a huge step and started back to school. You have no idea how much i respect you for how hard you are trying. I just don't know how to tell you that. Everytime I try, you just say "Well you did it for us, so I can too." I am not trying to compare us, I just want you to know how I feel. Do I get frustrated sometimes with you & your procrastination, YES! Does that mean I don't love you and I'm going to leave you? No, it just means I'm frustrated with you at that moment. After everything that we have been through I know you think I'm gonna leave, but I LOVE YOU and You are stuck with me, I'm not going anywhere. We have made it through this we can make it through anything. <3
Confession # 3110
Sleeping in separate bedrooms may be what saved our marriage. I don't have to hear you snore, or listen to the radio or fight with you about if it is too hot or too cold. I know it sounds odd, but I like when you visit...then go back to Your bed in the other room. This works out really well for us and when we first did it, I thought it signaled an end to our marriage. It may have been a new beginning.
I can't say this to you because I want you to sign the damn divorce papers. When you said you finally got the courage to look at them this weekend,bullshit. You're holding on to them so that I'll file taxes with you for last year - no other reason, you asshole. And when you said you didn't look at my documents and just handed them to the accountant because its none of your business - it is everything I have not to tear you to pieces. YOU are not a noble or honorable person. YOU are the asshole who fucked around on me during our marriage and yet withheld sex from me for the past 3 years. And during the last year when you're going through alcohol detox and I was the good wife supporting you and being patient for the sex to return - you were drinking and fucking around. So, fuck you asshole. There is nothing honorable about you. Just sign the mother fucking divorce papers and get out of my life. I don't need you.
Confession #3102
I know you are planning a surprise party for my 40th birthday - because you are so Terrible at being sly and keeping secrets - and I hear you talking on the phone to people who must be flying or driving in and while you try to be vague, you just Aren't. And it is sweet. Terribly, terribly sweet, and I love you for it.
Confession #3103
I just give up.
Confession# 3104
Dear hubby,
On days where I'm super pissed off and in a foul mood when you walk in the door its a good suggestion to ask how you can help instead of telling me to pull my tampon out and get over it! You may work outside the home but what I do is work too! We have 3 kids together...all under 5. I don't just sit on my ass reading magazines and tan! Some days I don't even get to take a shower because I'm so busy! I love you dearly and would love to be in a better mood but when I'm required to do everything around the house plus all the errands and what not because heaven forbid you lift a finger or you'll freak out like a baby, it stresses me out to no end! Oh and one more thing...I was happy to get you the motorcycle you've always wanted, because you do work hard, but when you wrecked it being stupid without hesitation I gave you the money we were gonna use on a down payment for a new mini van..... And you had the audacity to be an ass for weeks following and you didn't even act like you appreciated what I did for you, I wanted to strangle you! Please PLEASE PLEASEEE grow up and realize that you have a great life! I love you more than you know!
Your stressed out wifey!
Confession # 3105
We've been together almost 8 years....and there are still no signs of us getting married. Both of our families ask us if we talk about it or have any plans. It's the same story: "Well, I want to get my career going and pay down some of my student loans before starting a family".
It's time to get real: we are in our mid-20's, and we've been together since high school. The real reason that we are not ready to get married is because you still work a part-time job and live with your sister, and I refuse to consider marriage because I am afraid of having to support a whole family on my own.
I love you with all my heart. You are my best friend, and I don't know what I would do without you. However, I will leave you in a year if you don't have your shit together. You need to grow up and realize that your current situation is not a good look. I won't bring you around my co-workers or to alumni parties because I am always embarrassed for them to ask you what you do for a living!
You have had so many epiphanies since you graduated from high school. After the first two, I really thought you were going to get it together and finish college and get a full-time job. But then after the fourth and fifth ones, I stopped paying attention. I don't care what kind of dreams you have, or what the little voice in your head told you, I am telling you to get an adult job and learn how to be self-reliant. You don't even have to finish school (college isn't for everyone)!!
The reason I get so irritated with yous sometimes is because I truly think that you don't care. You are comfortable being on the bottom, but I am not! It is time to put down the XBox controller and be a real man.
Confession # 3106
We've been together just over 5 years, you are 3 and a half years younger than me. I turn 32 later this year, and although I didn't want kids in the early part of our relationship.. I do want one now. Not lots, even one would be great. You know I feel this way these days, and although you don't have the same drive that I do, when I was pregnant last year, you were even more excited than I was. That pregnancy didn't turn out well, in fact, it saw me in an ambulance being rushed into emergency surgery with a ruptured tube on my left side. (ectopic) I lost that tube, and face a greatly diminished chance of ever having a successful pregnancy now. I hang on to the idea that we could still have a baby together, but cry to myself with every period. You tell me you want to stay with me forever, but here is the thing... if we can't have a baby together, I don't know if I do.
You would make the best father around. You are kind caring devoted artistic and fun. You cook the most amazing meals anyone could wish for. You make me die a little when you hang out with other people's babies or young children, the way you just get them, the way they just love you. I would give up any kind of material success to have that, you interacting in that way with our child. I would give every single thing for that. But if we can't have a child, I feel differently. If we can't, then I don't really know if I want to. See, you are pretty hopeless with money... You are an artist, I get it.. those two skills don't go hand in hand.. I on the other hand earn so much less than you, yet still managed to save the deposit for our home, pay the bills, put something aside for (hopefully) some improvements on our home. If there is no baby, and I have spent the prime years of my life where that was possible with you.. then what is the point? I am not afraid of being poor, but would I really choose it for no reason? If we can't have a baby, do I really want to spend the rest of my life bailing you out of your credit card debt?
Confession # 3107
I am furious about the amount of money you spent on the new TV (without consulting me, I might add), the amount of money we spend for satellite TV every month, and the amount of time you spend watching the damn thing. Your life, your childrens’ lives, and our life together are all passing you by while you sit in front of that giant time and money sucking hole every day.
Confession # 3108
I see the texts on your phone, dumbass. I know where you are going and who you are seeing. I care less about who you are fucking and more that you think I am so oblivious that I wouldn't notice. You haven't been able to out think me in 15 years, what makes you think you can now?
Confession # 3109
We have had a rough last 5 years, I will admit. We have been through everything imaginable while our life took a whole new shape & form. I am going to be honest, I don't know how we have made it, but somehow we have. I feel closer to you than I have in our 15 years of marriage & our kids have only benefitted from us growing closer. I know that your ego took a huge hit when you lost your job & we solely survive on my income now, but you took a huge step and started back to school. You have no idea how much i respect you for how hard you are trying. I just don't know how to tell you that. Everytime I try, you just say "Well you did it for us, so I can too." I am not trying to compare us, I just want you to know how I feel. Do I get frustrated sometimes with you & your procrastination, YES! Does that mean I don't love you and I'm going to leave you? No, it just means I'm frustrated with you at that moment. After everything that we have been through I know you think I'm gonna leave, but I LOVE YOU and You are stuck with me, I'm not going anywhere. We have made it through this we can make it through anything. <3
Confession # 3110
Sleeping in separate bedrooms may be what saved our marriage. I don't have to hear you snore, or listen to the radio or fight with you about if it is too hot or too cold. I know it sounds odd, but I like when you visit...then go back to Your bed in the other room. This works out really well for us and when we first did it, I thought it signaled an end to our marriage. It may have been a new beginning.
Monday, April 05, 2010
True Wife Confessions Round 27
Confession #261
I've reached the end of my rope. I am no longer in
love with you. Your fart jokes are no longer amusing.
When you touch me, I just want to push you away. I am
in love with someone else. The only reason why I keep
you around is for the paycheck, as shitty as it is. As
soon as I start making more money, your ass is gone.
Confession #262
I really think it is your job to teach our little boy how to ride a bike. The fact that you have never taken the time to teach him how is driving me insane! Especially since you spend at least 15 hours a week on yours!
Confession #263
Couldn't you, just once, say SOMETHING during sex? Tell me I'm pretty, tell me I'm hot, tell me I smell great, tell me I turn you on...SAY SOMETHING--even if you have to lie a little bit! Your moans and groans just don't always do it for me...throw me a frickin' bone, PLEASE? Haven't you ever read a magazine article about women and sex before--it all starts in the brain, my love! Tickle me THERE before you go anywhere else! Maybe if you had been saying that kind of stuff all along in our 20 years together, I wouldn't have gained all this weight. I would've known I was attractive and not just some lump you want to screw a couple of times a week just because I'm there.
Confession #264
Why is it that you can do that fantasy role playing with your friends and
on-line but you can't role play with me in bed?
Confession #265
I am leaving you because I hate your fu*&ing kids
Confession #266
You have absolutely no right to complain about our sex life when you turn down shower sex all the time simply because you don't like to bathe. Oh, and no, I won't put my mouth there till you're clean. Why is this hard to understand?
Confession #267
It really hurts when I tell you exactly how I want you to make love to me
yet you never listen. You start us right back into the same position doing
the same thing. Maybe a little change won't make it feel like such a chore
for you.
Confession #268
Sometimes when you sleep, I lay by your side and start to cry. I picture what it would be like if you died in a tragic accident. To be honest, I don't think I could keep on living if that happened.
Confession #269
What guy walks around with hair down to his butt anymore? Oh, you're keeping it REAL, staying true to your ROCKER ROOTS? God, even Tommy Lee has short hair these days. You look like a woman. A really ugly woman. And I'm sick of everyone thinking we're lesbian lovers. It's embarassing. YOU'RE A TINY, SKINNY MAN. You cannot pull off super long hair. CUT IT, you 80s hair metal band looking reject.
Confession #270
Your breath stinks 24 hours a day. What died in your mouth? Maybe you should see a doctor. Why do you think I keep mints in both cars and almost every room in the house? If you get into bed and want to have sex with me one more time without gargling first, I am going to puke on you. How can you not be aware that your mouth stinks that badly?
I've reached the end of my rope. I am no longer in
love with you. Your fart jokes are no longer amusing.
When you touch me, I just want to push you away. I am
in love with someone else. The only reason why I keep
you around is for the paycheck, as shitty as it is. As
soon as I start making more money, your ass is gone.
Confession #262
I really think it is your job to teach our little boy how to ride a bike. The fact that you have never taken the time to teach him how is driving me insane! Especially since you spend at least 15 hours a week on yours!
Confession #263
Couldn't you, just once, say SOMETHING during sex? Tell me I'm pretty, tell me I'm hot, tell me I smell great, tell me I turn you on...SAY SOMETHING--even if you have to lie a little bit! Your moans and groans just don't always do it for me...throw me a frickin' bone, PLEASE? Haven't you ever read a magazine article about women and sex before--it all starts in the brain, my love! Tickle me THERE before you go anywhere else! Maybe if you had been saying that kind of stuff all along in our 20 years together, I wouldn't have gained all this weight. I would've known I was attractive and not just some lump you want to screw a couple of times a week just because I'm there.
Confession #264
Why is it that you can do that fantasy role playing with your friends and
on-line but you can't role play with me in bed?
Confession #265
I am leaving you because I hate your fu*&ing kids
Confession #266
You have absolutely no right to complain about our sex life when you turn down shower sex all the time simply because you don't like to bathe. Oh, and no, I won't put my mouth there till you're clean. Why is this hard to understand?
Confession #267
It really hurts when I tell you exactly how I want you to make love to me
yet you never listen. You start us right back into the same position doing
the same thing. Maybe a little change won't make it feel like such a chore
for you.
Confession #268
Sometimes when you sleep, I lay by your side and start to cry. I picture what it would be like if you died in a tragic accident. To be honest, I don't think I could keep on living if that happened.
Confession #269
What guy walks around with hair down to his butt anymore? Oh, you're keeping it REAL, staying true to your ROCKER ROOTS? God, even Tommy Lee has short hair these days. You look like a woman. A really ugly woman. And I'm sick of everyone thinking we're lesbian lovers. It's embarassing. YOU'RE A TINY, SKINNY MAN. You cannot pull off super long hair. CUT IT, you 80s hair metal band looking reject.
Confession #270
Your breath stinks 24 hours a day. What died in your mouth? Maybe you should see a doctor. Why do you think I keep mints in both cars and almost every room in the house? If you get into bed and want to have sex with me one more time without gargling first, I am going to puke on you. How can you not be aware that your mouth stinks that badly?
Monday, March 22, 2010
True Wife Confessions Like the 309
Confession #3091
My middle daughter’s father is not who she thinks it is. He’s not who everyone assumes he is.
Confession #3092
Let start off my saying, I love you. I don't know how I could have gotten through the toughest part of my life without you. Now that we've been together for quite some time I've started to realize what kind of person you are. I am out trying to get an education and improve my life. You moved here for me and I thank you for that. However, I'm not so sure anymore that it was the right decision. I get irritated with you all the time, we both know it. I miss our relationship from the very beginning, how we were crazy in love with each other. But, I still question whether it was the right thing. We were young and alone. I hate how you sit at home all the time doing nothing but playing your stupid games. You don't understand that I want you to do something with your life. I'm tired of being your everything, you need something else besides me to live for. I don't want to be your everything anymore. I feel like I can't tell you this because you've moved here for me. I feel obligated now. I think I'm failing classes because of you. You pull me away every spare minute I have. I hate how I look next to you, we don't match. We have completely different outlooks on life. We are opposites. I don't know how I still love you. I'm scared of being alone and you're the only one who wants to be with me. How? Why? I hate how much I love you. I don't want to let you go but I'm slowly killing myself.
Confession #3093
When you ask me if I'm still attracted to you even though you've gained 60 pounds in the past short years I've been married to you and I say "of course I do" I'm lying. I think its disgusting how much you've let yourself go. For God's sake, can you at least take a shower before you try to hit on me? I find it absolutely repulsive. I do still love you though. You really need to get your fat ass to the gym
Confession #3094
I am tired of feeling like I'm not enough! Pretty enough, skinny enough, sexy enough... I work hard at not making him feel insecure, but he has no problem with making me feel insecure, almost all the time. Sex is mediocre, I don't know if I've ever had an orgasm, but he will never find that out. Finances are tearing us a part, we are having a lot of trouble trying to make ends meet. I am now pregnant with our second child, but I don't feel the desire for this relationship with my husband anymore. I thought he would not only be my first, but also my last. I know I still love him, but I don't think I'm in love with him anymore.
I'm only 25 and sometimes I wonder if I will find someone else who will want me with my two children. For now anyways, my focus will be on my children and my career for the next couple of years. I feel I fell in love too young and I'm now paying for it. I am however, one of the lucky ones who obtained a college education, during the course of marriage, raising a child and finding myself and still trying to find myself for that matter. I'm ready to be comfortable in my own skin. Sometimes I wonder if it's necessary to have someone. I'm sick of the heartbreaks and disappointments! My children already have a father. I'm definitely not looking to jump into a serious relationship. Marriage at a young age has taken my youth. Mommy I think just needs "friends with benefits" in the future and to just focus on my kids and career.
Confession #3095
My lover proposed to me. Now what to do about my husband....
Confession #3096
i just finished cleaning the bathrooms- one of which is covered in your foot powder and a pain in the ass to get up. i also just finished picking up dirty clothes off of the floor- and there were more of yours than the kids! and, i just finished washing out a gross coffee mug that was left in your car for way too long. and as much as i want to be annoyed and nag you when you get home, i won't do it because you know what? you are the best damn husband i could ever hope for. you're human, and so am i... and all of the crap you put up with from me without so much as an eye roll- you deserve a medal. i hope we can be this happy for the rest of our lives- thank you mister.
love, your adoring wife
Confession #3097
If you don't start trying harder to make good memories before you leave, you might find a family that doesn't want you when you come back
Confession #3098
We've been divorced for eight months and I am never going back to you. You can keep sending me detailed love letters, texts, and e-mails, but it will not get you what you want. I gave you a million chances to change while we were married. Now, I am done. That is the magic of divorce.
By the way, when you ask if I have a "Hot Date" just because I say "no," it doesn't mean that I don't have a date. It just means that I don't know if it will be hot or not.
Confession #3099
I love you, but you're a real assmunch lately.
Confession #3100
Yes, when all is said and done I did leave for another man. But I tried to fix everything.
I tried to share my passions with you. You hated them and told me so. I was not allowed
to sing. I was not allowed to enjoy theatre. I was told my interests were stupid.
You wouldn't hold your daughter. You wouldn't get up with her at night. If she had night terrors,
you got mad at her. You would not do things with her because "it did not interest you". You would sit in the
garage and smoke pot. That is what you would do day in and day out. And that was "awful",
being "forced" to smoke in the garage. It was an injustice. Your idea of us bonding was to have me get stoned
with you. That would bring us closer.
So yeah, I left you, go figure.
My middle daughter’s father is not who she thinks it is. He’s not who everyone assumes he is.
Confession #3092
Let start off my saying, I love you. I don't know how I could have gotten through the toughest part of my life without you. Now that we've been together for quite some time I've started to realize what kind of person you are. I am out trying to get an education and improve my life. You moved here for me and I thank you for that. However, I'm not so sure anymore that it was the right decision. I get irritated with you all the time, we both know it. I miss our relationship from the very beginning, how we were crazy in love with each other. But, I still question whether it was the right thing. We were young and alone. I hate how you sit at home all the time doing nothing but playing your stupid games. You don't understand that I want you to do something with your life. I'm tired of being your everything, you need something else besides me to live for. I don't want to be your everything anymore. I feel like I can't tell you this because you've moved here for me. I feel obligated now. I think I'm failing classes because of you. You pull me away every spare minute I have. I hate how I look next to you, we don't match. We have completely different outlooks on life. We are opposites. I don't know how I still love you. I'm scared of being alone and you're the only one who wants to be with me. How? Why? I hate how much I love you. I don't want to let you go but I'm slowly killing myself.
Confession #3093
When you ask me if I'm still attracted to you even though you've gained 60 pounds in the past short years I've been married to you and I say "of course I do" I'm lying. I think its disgusting how much you've let yourself go. For God's sake, can you at least take a shower before you try to hit on me? I find it absolutely repulsive. I do still love you though. You really need to get your fat ass to the gym
Confession #3094
I am tired of feeling like I'm not enough! Pretty enough, skinny enough, sexy enough... I work hard at not making him feel insecure, but he has no problem with making me feel insecure, almost all the time. Sex is mediocre, I don't know if I've ever had an orgasm, but he will never find that out. Finances are tearing us a part, we are having a lot of trouble trying to make ends meet. I am now pregnant with our second child, but I don't feel the desire for this relationship with my husband anymore. I thought he would not only be my first, but also my last. I know I still love him, but I don't think I'm in love with him anymore.
I'm only 25 and sometimes I wonder if I will find someone else who will want me with my two children. For now anyways, my focus will be on my children and my career for the next couple of years. I feel I fell in love too young and I'm now paying for it. I am however, one of the lucky ones who obtained a college education, during the course of marriage, raising a child and finding myself and still trying to find myself for that matter. I'm ready to be comfortable in my own skin. Sometimes I wonder if it's necessary to have someone. I'm sick of the heartbreaks and disappointments! My children already have a father. I'm definitely not looking to jump into a serious relationship. Marriage at a young age has taken my youth. Mommy I think just needs "friends with benefits" in the future and to just focus on my kids and career.
Confession #3095
My lover proposed to me. Now what to do about my husband....
Confession #3096
i just finished cleaning the bathrooms- one of which is covered in your foot powder and a pain in the ass to get up. i also just finished picking up dirty clothes off of the floor- and there were more of yours than the kids! and, i just finished washing out a gross coffee mug that was left in your car for way too long. and as much as i want to be annoyed and nag you when you get home, i won't do it because you know what? you are the best damn husband i could ever hope for. you're human, and so am i... and all of the crap you put up with from me without so much as an eye roll- you deserve a medal. i hope we can be this happy for the rest of our lives- thank you mister.
love, your adoring wife
Confession #3097
If you don't start trying harder to make good memories before you leave, you might find a family that doesn't want you when you come back
Confession #3098
We've been divorced for eight months and I am never going back to you. You can keep sending me detailed love letters, texts, and e-mails, but it will not get you what you want. I gave you a million chances to change while we were married. Now, I am done. That is the magic of divorce.
By the way, when you ask if I have a "Hot Date" just because I say "no," it doesn't mean that I don't have a date. It just means that I don't know if it will be hot or not.
Confession #3099
I love you, but you're a real assmunch lately.
Confession #3100
Yes, when all is said and done I did leave for another man. But I tried to fix everything.
I tried to share my passions with you. You hated them and told me so. I was not allowed
to sing. I was not allowed to enjoy theatre. I was told my interests were stupid.
You wouldn't hold your daughter. You wouldn't get up with her at night. If she had night terrors,
you got mad at her. You would not do things with her because "it did not interest you". You would sit in the
garage and smoke pot. That is what you would do day in and day out. And that was "awful",
being "forced" to smoke in the garage. It was an injustice. Your idea of us bonding was to have me get stoned
with you. That would bring us closer.
So yeah, I left you, go figure.
Monday, March 08, 2010
True Wife Confessions 26 letters of the alphabet
Confession #251
The reason I cut you off and finish your sentences sometimes in public is
to keep you from sounding like an idiot
Confession #252
I am in love with someone else and SHE does things to me that you could never imagine!!!
Confession #253
I could never tell you, but I don't like having sex with you anymore. I don't find you attractive. When we have sex I close my eyes and think of someone else, perhaps a famous someone.
Confession #254
I think you are a closet gay...no sex for several years is one thing but your interest in pre nubile females and your too long hugs of any zipper skinny woman
give you away...go ahead find a male lover because I don't give a shit what you do anymore.
Confession #255
After nearly 12 years of being married when will you learn that when you
insist on blowing my back out at 4am in the morning, I will not be up at
5:30 to make you breakfast before you leave for work.
Confession #256
I know that I don't get out by myself all that often, but when I do, I expect the same things that you expect. You want to come home to a clean house, as well as kids that have been fed, bathed, and are either ready for bed or have been put to bed for the night. I do not enjoy walking in the door and seeing my nice clean living room trashed beyond recognition. I do not enjoy walking in the door with three baskets of wet clothes (because you won't get off your lazy ass and fix the washing machine) and being told that I have to give the kids a bath at 10pm. I do not enjoy being told that I'm not doing my job because the house doesn't meet showroom standards while you sit on your ass and play computer games all day long. I'm not your mother, your maid, or your children's nanny. You really shouldn't be surprised that I'm in the mood only once a month, if that.
Confession #257
You are not now, nor ever, going to have your own business again as a graphic artist. You have no skills for that. Suck it up and be happy you have a job at Home Depot.
Confession #258
I hate having sex with you! It used to be wonderful, but lately, not so much. Because I would like a little love and tenderness. I would like to feel as if I were loved and cherished. I am tired of nothing but dirty talk. I don't need to be told what a dirty bad girl I am each and every time. I don't want to hear your every kinky fantasy. Especially because I know that you have acted them out online many times before, and are using those fantasies to get off with me. It hurts. It hurts alot. Is it any wonder that I don't ever want to have sex with you?
Confession #259
There are so many things about you that I cannot stand. Your breath is terrible, you stink b/c you don't shower every day. You are so arrogant and stubborn it makes me want to hit you. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You bitch about money but don't hesitate to buy something that you want. Your whole family is nuts. But the worst thing of all is I hate the kind of father you are. Your children get more attention from you when they are being disciplined than any other time. And it drives me crazy that you always feel the need to jump in when I am trying to discipline. No wonder they don't listen to me. You never give them a chance. I think your parents are lazy and selfish and so are you.
Confession #260
I want to hear that you love me, that you miss me, and that you think of me at all. I don't want to ramble about stupid shit. I want to know I'm dealing with all this insanity for a reason. I tell you all the time how much I love you. Why can't I get even a fraction of that in return? Sometimes I wonder if you love me-if you ever loved me because you never even say, "I love you," unless I say it first. Do you really? What do you love about me, then? Why can't you just freaking talk to me?
The reason I cut you off and finish your sentences sometimes in public is
to keep you from sounding like an idiot
Confession #252
I am in love with someone else and SHE does things to me that you could never imagine!!!
Confession #253
I could never tell you, but I don't like having sex with you anymore. I don't find you attractive. When we have sex I close my eyes and think of someone else, perhaps a famous someone.
Confession #254
I think you are a closet gay...no sex for several years is one thing but your interest in pre nubile females and your too long hugs of any zipper skinny woman
give you away...go ahead find a male lover because I don't give a shit what you do anymore.
Confession #255
After nearly 12 years of being married when will you learn that when you
insist on blowing my back out at 4am in the morning, I will not be up at
5:30 to make you breakfast before you leave for work.
Confession #256
I know that I don't get out by myself all that often, but when I do, I expect the same things that you expect. You want to come home to a clean house, as well as kids that have been fed, bathed, and are either ready for bed or have been put to bed for the night. I do not enjoy walking in the door and seeing my nice clean living room trashed beyond recognition. I do not enjoy walking in the door with three baskets of wet clothes (because you won't get off your lazy ass and fix the washing machine) and being told that I have to give the kids a bath at 10pm. I do not enjoy being told that I'm not doing my job because the house doesn't meet showroom standards while you sit on your ass and play computer games all day long. I'm not your mother, your maid, or your children's nanny. You really shouldn't be surprised that I'm in the mood only once a month, if that.
Confession #257
You are not now, nor ever, going to have your own business again as a graphic artist. You have no skills for that. Suck it up and be happy you have a job at Home Depot.
Confession #258
I hate having sex with you! It used to be wonderful, but lately, not so much. Because I would like a little love and tenderness. I would like to feel as if I were loved and cherished. I am tired of nothing but dirty talk. I don't need to be told what a dirty bad girl I am each and every time. I don't want to hear your every kinky fantasy. Especially because I know that you have acted them out online many times before, and are using those fantasies to get off with me. It hurts. It hurts alot. Is it any wonder that I don't ever want to have sex with you?
Confession #259
There are so many things about you that I cannot stand. Your breath is terrible, you stink b/c you don't shower every day. You are so arrogant and stubborn it makes me want to hit you. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You bitch about money but don't hesitate to buy something that you want. Your whole family is nuts. But the worst thing of all is I hate the kind of father you are. Your children get more attention from you when they are being disciplined than any other time. And it drives me crazy that you always feel the need to jump in when I am trying to discipline. No wonder they don't listen to me. You never give them a chance. I think your parents are lazy and selfish and so are you.
Confession #260
I want to hear that you love me, that you miss me, and that you think of me at all. I don't want to ramble about stupid shit. I want to know I'm dealing with all this insanity for a reason. I tell you all the time how much I love you. Why can't I get even a fraction of that in return? Sometimes I wonder if you love me-if you ever loved me because you never even say, "I love you," unless I say it first. Do you really? What do you love about me, then? Why can't you just freaking talk to me?
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
True Wife Confessions 25 Electoral Votes
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?
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 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.
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