Confession #391
It was ME who keyed your car door after the concert when you were acting like a prick.
Confession #392
I'm pretty sure that you love me more than I love you. I don't really feel any kind of passion for you anymore. Beyond the usual doses of typical marital annoyances, I do feel deep friendship, fierce loyalty, unending devotion and the utmost admiration. I hope these are enough to get me through the next sixty years, because I really want to see how this thing turns out.
Confession #393
I love you. You knew I was falling in love with you all the while. I told you. But then, before you left, you acted all shocked, and told me you didn't want that to happen. That you didn't feel that way about me. But then you stayed here for another 3 days before you had to go. I don't understand why, if you KNEW ALL ALONG WHY YOU DIDN'T SAY THAT SOONER. And don't use going to war as an excuse. Bullshit.
Confession #394
I hate that you are an alcoholic. I hate that you
won't get help. I hate that you pee some nights in
bed. I hate that our kids know there is a problem. I
hate that my small son knows the word "drunk". I hate
that you blare your music so loud we wake up. I hate
the way you talk to me while drinking. I hate when
you try to grope me when you are totally smashed. I
hate beer cans and cigarette butts left on our lawn.
I hate feeling embarrassed because of you. I hate
when you ruin my plans by drinking. I hate going out
with you because I feel like I can't enjoy myself
100%. I hate being so darn weak that I stay with you.
Most of all I hate that you know all of this and
don't seem to care.
Confession #395
I hated you even more today than I thought I have in a long time. You drove like a fucking maniac, weaving in and out of traffic in the city and then on the parkway, with the road all slick from the rain, WITH OUR 19-MONTH OLD IN THE BACK. I begged. I pleaded for you to slow down, remember that your son is in the back. You barked at me like a fucking animal. You bullied me with your driving. The part of the ride where we stopped talking, when I was staring out of the window looking at the lights...I was trying to convince myself that I really could divorce you and financially survive. That no matter how much a son needs his father, he needs to grow up in a happy and healthy environment too. I was realizing that I can leave your lowlife ass and I will survive, and me and my son will make it. My family puts up with you, but trust me, my mom would be dancing in the streets if I told her I was leaving you, you piece of shit. Your family never taught you any respect for anyone but yourself. Hope that right hand falls off. You don't deserve us. Loser.
Confession #396
I have been lying to you about money to get back at you for not loving me, for blaming your lack of desire for me on me being fat, and for spending more time in front of the computer playing online poker and looking at perverted porn. And now that it's coming to a head, I can't wait to get caught because then you will either wake up to what's wrong with our marriage or let me out.
Confession #397
I am dying to cheat on you. If it's okay for you to do it, it's okay for me to do it. If you don't value our marriage, why the hell should I? How stupid do you think I am? "I can't wait to kiss you, love [you]" found in your inbox and you claim your email account was hacked into? I'm only glad I forwarded all of them to myself so I you can't deny they were there. I was pregnant with your second child, for God's sake. I will NEVER forgive you for that, and of course I don't trust you. Give me a reason to do so and I will. Until then I can't.
Confession #398
Nothing could ever split us up, but there are a few things that are pissing me off. Take for example your constant guilt trips. I don't need them. I'm aware that you are a great husband, and that you are allways doing what I want to do and constantly entertain me. But that doesn't mean I have to pay you back in sex every 12 hours. I have a life! You, apparently, do not, and that is your business not mine.
And one more thing... Stop bugging me about having a baby! Me and you aren't the type of people that should procreate! We're selfish bastards! You don't know the first thing about babies, you only want one so that it might mold me into the 'perfect wife/mother'. News flash: not the right reason to have children!
Confession #399
sweetie, I love you. but would you put your goddamn dirty socks in a hamper instead of leaving them on the floor wherever you took them off? it's embarassing when people come over. it's not like I don't have five hampers going at any given time. learn to use them.
also. when I come to your work to pick you up. why cannot you get your ass out to meet me when I am actually driving up? no matter what I do, you STILL wait until you see the car parked in front of your office building before you stop doing what you are doing, ride down fifteen floors and come outside to meet me. you say you don't want to be left waiting--but it's OK to leave *me* waiting for *you* with two screaming kids in the car? wtf! your time is more important than ours? fuck that.
Confession #400
Yes, I'd love to have another baby too. I have room for more than one in my heart.
Unfortunately, I don't have room in my day for another child. I do at least 95% of the care for our current one together. I'm sure you'd love to have another baby. Considering that I'd go insane though, maybe it's not the best idea. I can't be a full time mom, full time employee, full time wife, and part time stepmom to anyone else.
Sorry. Step up to the plate and maybe one day I'd consider it. Until then, no I won't stop taking the birth control.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 07, 2011
True Wife Confession 324 sleepless moments
Confession# 3241
Arrrggh! You really piss me off.
You got new hours at work a year ago, the 1pm-10pm shift, supposedly so we both would have days we got to sleep in and so you could help take care of our kid in the morning. This has proved to be complete bullshit. YOU sleep in 90% of the time. I'm up at all hours with the kid, and you sleep.
The kid wakes up in the night and calls for us loudly over the monitor. You don't move. Don't so much as twitch. So I end up getting up with her a few nights a week, sometimes I end up staying up for HOURS because she won't go back to sleep, and you STILL don't get the fuck up with her in the morning and let me recuperate.
This weekend I got up with her both mornings. You apologized for not giving me a day to sleep in. Last night, she woke up at 4:30am and didn't go back to sleep at all. When she came into our room at 6, you didn't move. Guess who got up with her yet again. Have I mentioned I'm two months pregnant?
You always apologize. "Oh, I meant to get up with her today." Actions speak louder than words. My favorite is when you add, "Why didn't you wake me up?" I AM NOT YOUR KEEPER. You're 41 years old. Act like it.
Seriously. You're fucking lazy and I'm sick and tired of it. This child isn't only mine. Get the fuck out of bed and take care of her once in a goddamn while. And you wonder why I want to take a weekend away from you and she both (and for the record, I never have, not in the 3 years she has been on this earth)...I'd LOVE to fucking SLEEP FOR ONCE. You will NOT be getting away with this shit when baby #2 arrives in February.
Confession #3242
So you and I have been apart for four months now... again. I am so sick of being the on-again, off-again couple that everyone hates to hear about. I could have messed up early and married you as I wanted to but my Dad saved me from that.. thank goodness for caring parents who know more than kids. You told me something today that I had been expecting to hear: "I want you." You also said, "I love you." My heart aches for you because I know you are not strong. You need someone to make you feel whole. I am moving on and I am seeing things more clearly than ever. You can't even be un-selfish in asking me back. Yes, YOU miss me, YOU want me.. What do I want? You didn't even ask. I want to be happy and move on with my life. What was in the past needs to stay there. I love you. I still do after all this. I love you with all my heart which is why I am saying no. It's why I'm pushing you to grow on your own. Our relationship was not a healthy one and I will miss it, but I am not going to rekindle it with you. I will be here as your friend, but our relationship is finished and I want to keep it that way. Otherwise you and I will just grow to hate each other and I think that would tear you apart more than me keeping you at a distance. It only hurts us both to think about what was and can never be again. Let it be.
Confession #3243
Dear guy I am talking to on the internet: I don't know you, really. But thanks for just making me feel smart and funny and maybe even a tiny bit desirable. There isn't anything that is going to come of our once a day email, but I enjoy having someone talk to me like an intelligent adult human, even briefly.
Confession #3244
The hardest thing I've ever done is summon the strength to keep away from you. You know how much I love you -- we both know you aren't worth it. You have lied, cheated and manipulated me. You've kept me on a string for nearly 6 years, either showering me with affection or withdrawing it. It's a sick version of "he loves me, he loves me not". It breaks my heart to realize that I meant nothing to you -- that when you went on about my beauty, it wasn't just endearments. It really was all you saw of me -- what you called a "flawless body and a beautiful face" were the only things that kept you around. As if that's all there was to see, or maybe you just couldn't be bothered to look any further. Nothing else about me interested you even slightly. I was nothing more than a toy to you.
I know I'll always love you -- but you're toxic to me. I can't trust you as far as I can throw you -- every word you say is a lie. I've tried to leave you before but I always came back. The last time you said you didn't even miss me because you knew I'd be back.
I won't be back any more. You've wasted years of my time, destroyed my self esteem, tried to Gaslight me with your lies, wounded me with your words, dismissed my concerns, denigrated my feelings: I've finally had enough.
It's been months now since I've been in touch with you. I bet you're still expecting me to come crawling back to you.
I wonder how you'll react when it finally sinks in that this time, I'm gone for good.
Confession #3245
We've been divorced for a little over a year and you married a person that you'd dated for 2 weeks, is way younger than you and who obviously has an agenda, as you aren't that great of a catch. I honestly don't care what you do unless it affects our children and yes, this is affecting our children in a major way, in a bad major way. You cannot expect them to immediately embrace your new wife and her kids, you just can't. You didn't give them time to get to know her and now you expect them to be all happy and The Brady Bunch. It doesn't help that she's being aggressive with the kids and trying to force them to do things they don't want to do and isn't willing to give them time, not that you are. They have a mother and they have siblings, you can't expect them to totally embrace a new family that is being shoved down their throats.
What really kills me is that you are so in loooove and so happy and nothing else matters. That would be fine if you weren't a dad but you are, they should be a priority to you but they aren't. You're too busy being Father of the Year to your wife's kids and my kids are, once again, getting next to nothing from you. How do you think that make them feel?
You told me that you don't want to end up lonely and alone like your dad. The bad news is that you will. She will eventually get what she wants from you and leave you. Your kids won't have anything to do with you or just give you token visits and you will be alone. But, it will all have been of your own doing. You told them that your 2nd marriage was a chance for you to "do things right" and when our daughter asked why you couldn't do things right with/for them, you had no answer other then it was too late for you and me. Yes, it is too late for us and I wouldn't take you back if you were the last man on the face of the earth, but you have these wonderful kids who love you and only want to spend time with you and you can't seem to get that through your thick head. They will eventually stop trying and caring and when they are older, they'll want nothing or next to nothing to do with you, like what happened with your dad. You are in charge of your destiny and it will happen.
It makes me sick to know that you wouldn't touch me unless you wanted sex, you never in over 20 years paid me a genuine compliment and you acted like you not only didn't like me but you didn't love me and were embarrassed by me. You told me that you were attracted to me because of my sense of humor and because I always had fun. What changed? I sure didn't. I'm still the same person but you changed and for the worse. Now, you're all in love and she's so beautiful and you have to be with her 24/7, you do things with her and her kids, things we could never do because we never had the money. It's sad for our kids and sad for me, as you obviously never really loved me and while I do believe you love them, you are so selfish that you can't or don't want to see how your impulsive and selfish actions are affecting them.
Karma is a bitch and she will find you. You will get what you deserve and I will, once again, pick up the pieces so my children won't be hurt by you, once again.
Confession #3246
It is hard to believe I fell in love with such a coward.
Confession #3247
I knew I should have been smarter to listen to other people. I knew it was too soon to marry you, I did it because I thought you were the one and you promised me what I had been looking for in a relationship honesty. I remember your exact same words "I promise that I will always tell you the truth no matter how bad it is, and the reason I say this is because I have been hurt before". I knew I had to marry you, but then I realized you were never in love with me, you were just achieving one of your goals in life, checking that to-do list you always carry around. You thought you could fall in love in the way, and you made me believe you loved me and I could trust you. Since the first lie I caught from you, You have never been able to admitt your mistakes, you make a big fight about it, end up saying me that I am stupid, retarded, inmature you ask me to leave the house, give you back the rings, and today it ended with you hitting me for the first time. This marriage is a charade to make you happy in front of your friends, but when we are alone you shut me out, you are cold and you barely talk to me. Oh but thats right you dont talk to me because you say I'm too stupid to understand. Well then you understand this, I WANT OUT.
Confession #3248
When you yell at our daughter, for no good reason except that you don't like the way she is being a child? I hate you for it.
Confession #3249
We gave each other "hall passes" and I used mine, three days later, with your closest cousin just two days before he baptized our child. I should feel horrible because you and I are still madly in love, but I don't. The thing that I can't stop thinking about was how making love to him was almost exactly like making love to you. You both are eerily similar in bed.
Confession #3250
We've been trying to put things right in our marriage. Years of anger and bitterness, and we were doing all right. Until the night I said I didn't want to have sex. And you insisted. So I said I really didn't want to- maybe in the morning, but not then. And You told me I Had to, that it was my job as a Wife. So, instead of fighting, I lay there while you fucked me. I lay there crying, looking away from you. And you just fucked me until you'd finished and said "thanks" and walked out.
You drove a stake into any heart that was left beating in our marriage right then. There is no future with you. I must plan my escape from you, because nobody deserves to be treated like that.
Arrrggh! You really piss me off.
You got new hours at work a year ago, the 1pm-10pm shift, supposedly so we both would have days we got to sleep in and so you could help take care of our kid in the morning. This has proved to be complete bullshit. YOU sleep in 90% of the time. I'm up at all hours with the kid, and you sleep.
The kid wakes up in the night and calls for us loudly over the monitor. You don't move. Don't so much as twitch. So I end up getting up with her a few nights a week, sometimes I end up staying up for HOURS because she won't go back to sleep, and you STILL don't get the fuck up with her in the morning and let me recuperate.
This weekend I got up with her both mornings. You apologized for not giving me a day to sleep in. Last night, she woke up at 4:30am and didn't go back to sleep at all. When she came into our room at 6, you didn't move. Guess who got up with her yet again. Have I mentioned I'm two months pregnant?
You always apologize. "Oh, I meant to get up with her today." Actions speak louder than words. My favorite is when you add, "Why didn't you wake me up?" I AM NOT YOUR KEEPER. You're 41 years old. Act like it.
Seriously. You're fucking lazy and I'm sick and tired of it. This child isn't only mine. Get the fuck out of bed and take care of her once in a goddamn while. And you wonder why I want to take a weekend away from you and she both (and for the record, I never have, not in the 3 years she has been on this earth)...I'd LOVE to fucking SLEEP FOR ONCE. You will NOT be getting away with this shit when baby #2 arrives in February.
Confession #3242
So you and I have been apart for four months now... again. I am so sick of being the on-again, off-again couple that everyone hates to hear about. I could have messed up early and married you as I wanted to but my Dad saved me from that.. thank goodness for caring parents who know more than kids. You told me something today that I had been expecting to hear: "I want you." You also said, "I love you." My heart aches for you because I know you are not strong. You need someone to make you feel whole. I am moving on and I am seeing things more clearly than ever. You can't even be un-selfish in asking me back. Yes, YOU miss me, YOU want me.. What do I want? You didn't even ask. I want to be happy and move on with my life. What was in the past needs to stay there. I love you. I still do after all this. I love you with all my heart which is why I am saying no. It's why I'm pushing you to grow on your own. Our relationship was not a healthy one and I will miss it, but I am not going to rekindle it with you. I will be here as your friend, but our relationship is finished and I want to keep it that way. Otherwise you and I will just grow to hate each other and I think that would tear you apart more than me keeping you at a distance. It only hurts us both to think about what was and can never be again. Let it be.
Confession #3243
Dear guy I am talking to on the internet: I don't know you, really. But thanks for just making me feel smart and funny and maybe even a tiny bit desirable. There isn't anything that is going to come of our once a day email, but I enjoy having someone talk to me like an intelligent adult human, even briefly.
Confession #3244
The hardest thing I've ever done is summon the strength to keep away from you. You know how much I love you -- we both know you aren't worth it. You have lied, cheated and manipulated me. You've kept me on a string for nearly 6 years, either showering me with affection or withdrawing it. It's a sick version of "he loves me, he loves me not". It breaks my heart to realize that I meant nothing to you -- that when you went on about my beauty, it wasn't just endearments. It really was all you saw of me -- what you called a "flawless body and a beautiful face" were the only things that kept you around. As if that's all there was to see, or maybe you just couldn't be bothered to look any further. Nothing else about me interested you even slightly. I was nothing more than a toy to you.
I know I'll always love you -- but you're toxic to me. I can't trust you as far as I can throw you -- every word you say is a lie. I've tried to leave you before but I always came back. The last time you said you didn't even miss me because you knew I'd be back.
I won't be back any more. You've wasted years of my time, destroyed my self esteem, tried to Gaslight me with your lies, wounded me with your words, dismissed my concerns, denigrated my feelings: I've finally had enough.
It's been months now since I've been in touch with you. I bet you're still expecting me to come crawling back to you.
I wonder how you'll react when it finally sinks in that this time, I'm gone for good.
Confession #3245
We've been divorced for a little over a year and you married a person that you'd dated for 2 weeks, is way younger than you and who obviously has an agenda, as you aren't that great of a catch. I honestly don't care what you do unless it affects our children and yes, this is affecting our children in a major way, in a bad major way. You cannot expect them to immediately embrace your new wife and her kids, you just can't. You didn't give them time to get to know her and now you expect them to be all happy and The Brady Bunch. It doesn't help that she's being aggressive with the kids and trying to force them to do things they don't want to do and isn't willing to give them time, not that you are. They have a mother and they have siblings, you can't expect them to totally embrace a new family that is being shoved down their throats.
What really kills me is that you are so in loooove and so happy and nothing else matters. That would be fine if you weren't a dad but you are, they should be a priority to you but they aren't. You're too busy being Father of the Year to your wife's kids and my kids are, once again, getting next to nothing from you. How do you think that make them feel?
You told me that you don't want to end up lonely and alone like your dad. The bad news is that you will. She will eventually get what she wants from you and leave you. Your kids won't have anything to do with you or just give you token visits and you will be alone. But, it will all have been of your own doing. You told them that your 2nd marriage was a chance for you to "do things right" and when our daughter asked why you couldn't do things right with/for them, you had no answer other then it was too late for you and me. Yes, it is too late for us and I wouldn't take you back if you were the last man on the face of the earth, but you have these wonderful kids who love you and only want to spend time with you and you can't seem to get that through your thick head. They will eventually stop trying and caring and when they are older, they'll want nothing or next to nothing to do with you, like what happened with your dad. You are in charge of your destiny and it will happen.
It makes me sick to know that you wouldn't touch me unless you wanted sex, you never in over 20 years paid me a genuine compliment and you acted like you not only didn't like me but you didn't love me and were embarrassed by me. You told me that you were attracted to me because of my sense of humor and because I always had fun. What changed? I sure didn't. I'm still the same person but you changed and for the worse. Now, you're all in love and she's so beautiful and you have to be with her 24/7, you do things with her and her kids, things we could never do because we never had the money. It's sad for our kids and sad for me, as you obviously never really loved me and while I do believe you love them, you are so selfish that you can't or don't want to see how your impulsive and selfish actions are affecting them.
Karma is a bitch and she will find you. You will get what you deserve and I will, once again, pick up the pieces so my children won't be hurt by you, once again.
Confession #3246
It is hard to believe I fell in love with such a coward.
Confession #3247
I knew I should have been smarter to listen to other people. I knew it was too soon to marry you, I did it because I thought you were the one and you promised me what I had been looking for in a relationship honesty. I remember your exact same words "I promise that I will always tell you the truth no matter how bad it is, and the reason I say this is because I have been hurt before". I knew I had to marry you, but then I realized you were never in love with me, you were just achieving one of your goals in life, checking that to-do list you always carry around. You thought you could fall in love in the way, and you made me believe you loved me and I could trust you. Since the first lie I caught from you, You have never been able to admitt your mistakes, you make a big fight about it, end up saying me that I am stupid, retarded, inmature you ask me to leave the house, give you back the rings, and today it ended with you hitting me for the first time. This marriage is a charade to make you happy in front of your friends, but when we are alone you shut me out, you are cold and you barely talk to me. Oh but thats right you dont talk to me because you say I'm too stupid to understand. Well then you understand this, I WANT OUT.
Confession #3248
When you yell at our daughter, for no good reason except that you don't like the way she is being a child? I hate you for it.
Confession #3249
We gave each other "hall passes" and I used mine, three days later, with your closest cousin just two days before he baptized our child. I should feel horrible because you and I are still madly in love, but I don't. The thing that I can't stop thinking about was how making love to him was almost exactly like making love to you. You both are eerily similar in bed.
Confession #3250
We've been trying to put things right in our marriage. Years of anger and bitterness, and we were doing all right. Until the night I said I didn't want to have sex. And you insisted. So I said I really didn't want to- maybe in the morning, but not then. And You told me I Had to, that it was my job as a Wife. So, instead of fighting, I lay there while you fucked me. I lay there crying, looking away from you. And you just fucked me until you'd finished and said "thanks" and walked out.
You drove a stake into any heart that was left beating in our marriage right then. There is no future with you. I must plan my escape from you, because nobody deserves to be treated like that.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
True Wife Confessions - 39 Steps
Confession #381
I desperately want to trust you, but your lies have made that very hard. I waited for her to come out of work one day, so I could see what she looks like. I even took pictures of her and followed her home, and she never had a clue. She stopped at a liquor store and started drinking before she even got home. I don't know what you see in her. She must have flattered you, because we had a good life together and you selfishly traded it for her. I saw what you wrote to her about me and it has broken my heart. You did nothing to let me know you were unhappy. How unfair of you. I thought we had a wonderful marriage and I have been cheated of it. I know you say you are done, but I can't trust you. I am a stranger in my own life.
Confession #382
You say that I have to get a job now that the kids are in school, and I
want to have a job again, a career. I know that we can't survive
financially without it. However, I've dragged my ass for a year because
I know how it will be, me going to school online full time, working 30
hours a week for shitting wages and maximum hassle, and still taking
care of the kids, house, pets and all the other details of our lives
that you never even think about. You promise that you'll help out more
when I get a job, but you promised that when I went back to school. You
don't even have the first idea how to pick up some of the things I do
around here, and you make no attempt to find out. Every time you talk
about equal rights for women and your feminist mother I laugh on the inside.
Confession #383
You think you are better than me, but you aren't. Really, I can't figure out why you feel that way. I supported you for at least 5 of our 7 years together, even when you were so scared of commitment you wouldn't even call me your girlfriend, much less propose. I paid your mortgage for two years while you slept in my bed in my home with me. You let your mother and your sister emotionally abuse me for years and did nothing to stop them because you didn't want to make waves. You are selfish and you are cruel. I may not be a gorgeous woman, but I deserve a hell of a lot better than this.
Confession #384
I hate that you make me feel like a piece of shit for practically everything I do.
I think it's crazy that if I make a mistake you never let me forget about it and act like it will happen all the time because i'm that stupid. Like the time the mortgage payment got skipped somehow and you then stopped putting money into the account because you wanted to actually write the checks out to pay some of the bills. Yet you still just hand me a pile of money and say here. Well, what the fuck you aren't doing what you say you are going to dick head!! And it was a mistake. You act like you never make mistakes. You are not god.
About money, you lived here for free right down to me paying for your car insurance for 4 years. Then we got married and I got pregnant and you wanted me to stay home yet you only give me $750 a month for the bills and I put in $1500 from my fathers estate. Then you yell at me because I use my credit cards to cover expenses sometimes. Well, what do you expect me to do, pull money out of my ass??
Confession #385
If I'm good enough to make love with you, share my home with you, and look after your children, then I should be good enough to be your wife. I'm too old to be a "girlfriend."
Confession #386
You really are a good man. You have a healthy sense of right and wrong. You're a true family man. Deep down, though, I suspect that no one else would put up with either one of us and our quirkiness. If we were married to other people, I don't think either one of us would have stayed married 15 years. I'm too quick to run my mouth and you're too quick to change your mind about stuff.
Sometimes when I am really hacked off at you, I know I stay with you because you are a good father to our kids. When you set limits with them, it's out of love. If they had a stepfather I'd never let him discipline the kids because I'd never be sure if he was doing it out of jealousy and spite or out of loving concern.
If I could change anything about you at all, it would be this: I wish you were more of a hugger and kisser and hand holder. You're romantic in your own way, but I could use a little more affection. I guess these confessions aren't really new to you. You already know how I feel.
Finally, I do want you to know that I love you and I truly hope you outlive me. I don't ever want to have to mourn you.
Confession #387
I resent a lot of things about you. For instance, I resent the fact that you are able to leave a job because you don't like it and I have to stay at mine even though I hate it. You left a job that was earning you more than enough money because it was "not for you" and took a job making much less. Now I'm stuck making up the difference in incomes at a job I HATE every day. I can't leave like you could because I don't have the person at home working her butt off to give me the leeway, like I did for you. It seems like you always end up being the person who gets to be coddled, and I'm always the one who has to "be strong". I also resent you for not being considerate enough to at least give me a chance to tell you how unhappy I am without you making it into something about YOU. (Maybe it is all about you after all. Maybe you're what's wrong with me.)
Confession #388
I secretly pray that you will cheat on me so I can leave you without being the bad guy to our kids.
Confession #389
We upload our photos to the same photo-storage site, and it disgusts me to see that you take photos of women's asses. Seriously, WTF? You see a woman walk by in tight jeans and you are compelled to take her photo without her permission? You are violating those women's privacy you big fucking pervert. And what creeps me out is that your BioDad does the same damn thing, I know because he uses the photos as his screensavers on his computer! Is this like a genetic compulsion the two of you have? Do the two of you not care at all how it makes your wives feel? Go ahead and look all you want, but don't put those photos in a folder where I can see them. Asshole.
Confession #390
I am scared to death of living the rest of my life without feeling passion, and never being in love. I feel like a friend towards you these days instead of a wife and lover. I feel like I settled for an okay relationship instead of waiting for a great one, simply because I didn't want be alone and because I knew you would never hurt me like the others had. It's not fair to you and I am sorry. You are a good man and you deserve to be loved thoroughly instead of halfheartedly.
You deserve better than me. Because if he came to me right now and said he loved me and wanted to be with me, I would go with him in a heartbeat.
I desperately want to trust you, but your lies have made that very hard. I waited for her to come out of work one day, so I could see what she looks like. I even took pictures of her and followed her home, and she never had a clue. She stopped at a liquor store and started drinking before she even got home. I don't know what you see in her. She must have flattered you, because we had a good life together and you selfishly traded it for her. I saw what you wrote to her about me and it has broken my heart. You did nothing to let me know you were unhappy. How unfair of you. I thought we had a wonderful marriage and I have been cheated of it. I know you say you are done, but I can't trust you. I am a stranger in my own life.
Confession #382
You say that I have to get a job now that the kids are in school, and I
want to have a job again, a career. I know that we can't survive
financially without it. However, I've dragged my ass for a year because
I know how it will be, me going to school online full time, working 30
hours a week for shitting wages and maximum hassle, and still taking
care of the kids, house, pets and all the other details of our lives
that you never even think about. You promise that you'll help out more
when I get a job, but you promised that when I went back to school. You
don't even have the first idea how to pick up some of the things I do
around here, and you make no attempt to find out. Every time you talk
about equal rights for women and your feminist mother I laugh on the inside.
Confession #383
You think you are better than me, but you aren't. Really, I can't figure out why you feel that way. I supported you for at least 5 of our 7 years together, even when you were so scared of commitment you wouldn't even call me your girlfriend, much less propose. I paid your mortgage for two years while you slept in my bed in my home with me. You let your mother and your sister emotionally abuse me for years and did nothing to stop them because you didn't want to make waves. You are selfish and you are cruel. I may not be a gorgeous woman, but I deserve a hell of a lot better than this.
Confession #384
I hate that you make me feel like a piece of shit for practically everything I do.
I think it's crazy that if I make a mistake you never let me forget about it and act like it will happen all the time because i'm that stupid. Like the time the mortgage payment got skipped somehow and you then stopped putting money into the account because you wanted to actually write the checks out to pay some of the bills. Yet you still just hand me a pile of money and say here. Well, what the fuck you aren't doing what you say you are going to dick head!! And it was a mistake. You act like you never make mistakes. You are not god.
About money, you lived here for free right down to me paying for your car insurance for 4 years. Then we got married and I got pregnant and you wanted me to stay home yet you only give me $750 a month for the bills and I put in $1500 from my fathers estate. Then you yell at me because I use my credit cards to cover expenses sometimes. Well, what do you expect me to do, pull money out of my ass??
Confession #385
If I'm good enough to make love with you, share my home with you, and look after your children, then I should be good enough to be your wife. I'm too old to be a "girlfriend."
Confession #386
You really are a good man. You have a healthy sense of right and wrong. You're a true family man. Deep down, though, I suspect that no one else would put up with either one of us and our quirkiness. If we were married to other people, I don't think either one of us would have stayed married 15 years. I'm too quick to run my mouth and you're too quick to change your mind about stuff.
Sometimes when I am really hacked off at you, I know I stay with you because you are a good father to our kids. When you set limits with them, it's out of love. If they had a stepfather I'd never let him discipline the kids because I'd never be sure if he was doing it out of jealousy and spite or out of loving concern.
If I could change anything about you at all, it would be this: I wish you were more of a hugger and kisser and hand holder. You're romantic in your own way, but I could use a little more affection. I guess these confessions aren't really new to you. You already know how I feel.
Finally, I do want you to know that I love you and I truly hope you outlive me. I don't ever want to have to mourn you.
Confession #387
I resent a lot of things about you. For instance, I resent the fact that you are able to leave a job because you don't like it and I have to stay at mine even though I hate it. You left a job that was earning you more than enough money because it was "not for you" and took a job making much less. Now I'm stuck making up the difference in incomes at a job I HATE every day. I can't leave like you could because I don't have the person at home working her butt off to give me the leeway, like I did for you. It seems like you always end up being the person who gets to be coddled, and I'm always the one who has to "be strong". I also resent you for not being considerate enough to at least give me a chance to tell you how unhappy I am without you making it into something about YOU. (Maybe it is all about you after all. Maybe you're what's wrong with me.)
Confession #388
I secretly pray that you will cheat on me so I can leave you without being the bad guy to our kids.
Confession #389
We upload our photos to the same photo-storage site, and it disgusts me to see that you take photos of women's asses. Seriously, WTF? You see a woman walk by in tight jeans and you are compelled to take her photo without her permission? You are violating those women's privacy you big fucking pervert. And what creeps me out is that your BioDad does the same damn thing, I know because he uses the photos as his screensavers on his computer! Is this like a genetic compulsion the two of you have? Do the two of you not care at all how it makes your wives feel? Go ahead and look all you want, but don't put those photos in a folder where I can see them. Asshole.
Confession #390
I am scared to death of living the rest of my life without feeling passion, and never being in love. I feel like a friend towards you these days instead of a wife and lover. I feel like I settled for an okay relationship instead of waiting for a great one, simply because I didn't want be alone and because I knew you would never hurt me like the others had. It's not fair to you and I am sorry. You are a good man and you deserve to be loved thoroughly instead of halfheartedly.
You deserve better than me. Because if he came to me right now and said he loved me and wanted to be with me, I would go with him in a heartbeat.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Desperately Seeking...Something Relaunch
So, it has taken me about 6 months more than I anticipated ( and a small fight with google-mail about the account where I store the pictures)
But Desperately Seeking has a new Home.
A Tumblr Blog. New Home, slightly different format - Same old Cock Shots.
Come, join the funny.
But Desperately Seeking has a new Home.
A Tumblr Blog. New Home, slightly different format - Same old Cock Shots.
Come, join the funny.
Monday, July 25, 2011
True Wife Confessions - 38 Special
Confession #371
When your work clothes are not clean on Monday... I didn't forget to wash them... I am just getting even. You T.V. watching, Poker playing fool...Did I say that? Hummmm
Confession #372
I really hate it when you call me from work, or I call you at work...and you can barely summon up the decency to tear yourself away from your computer screen and be civil for all of one minute. It is really rude and dismissive and it makes me want to throw the phone across the room.
Confession #373
We've been through a hell of a lot together. When we said "In
sickness and in health," the Universe took us at our word. We've
gone through you being so ill I feared you would die, bankruptcy, and
now my disability. I have two husbands, only one legal, and you both
are amazing. The first bit was to my legal spouse; to the other one,
you took us in when we had nowhere to go, and you are helping us
scrape through as husband #1 retrains to a job that can't be shipped overseas.
I love you both so much.
And I'm in so much pain I can't make love to either one of you. And
that hurts more than any physical pain could.
Confession #374
You think we have plenty of money in the savings account. In reality,
I have credit cards you do not know about and the savings account is
empty. I'm addicted to shopping and spending, I can't stop. I tell
lies to cover up the big purchases and hide the little ones. I want to
stop. I want to tell you all about it. I just cannot bring myself to
face the truth. I try to stop but I can't seem to. I'm afraid you'll
leave me when you find out. This is one reason I'm so ready to get
back to work after having our precious son 6 months ago, I want this
debt gone and to be able to buy things with cash not credit. I'm sorry
I've lied, I love you so much. Always and forever.
Confession #375
When you ask a girl to marry you, you don't say "I'm going to be in town this weekend, so you know what we can do..." I honestly thought you were asking me to go see a movie. It wasn't until you told me you had made an appointment to apply for a marriage license and reserved the time with the Justice of the Peace that I realized what you meant, and by then I didn't want to go through the hell you would have given me if I had backed out.
Confession #376
Can't take much more. Want to run and hide. Just a day off from the rhetoric of what I am not doing for you. Can't even make sense of what I am about anymore. Tired of hearing how I don't treat you with the respect a "husband" deserves, that I should be a good "wife", and that I henpeck. How many wives never say a word when their husbands are out until four am weekly. Then the week after I had our child you started telling me that I am not a good wife because I didn't want to have sex with you. A c-section and childbirth were just an excuse. Still don't want to hear the request for sex. Your insensitivity is hard to forget. The worst is when you tell me I should be happy, I have a baby and central ac. What more could a gal want! Grrrrr!
Confession #377
I know I haven't always been the easiest person to live with. I always seem to be wanting something "more". I am sorry if I never showed you, how much you truly mean to me. I'm sorry if for one second I made you think you were anything but the best husband and father in the world. I appreciate everything that you do, everything that you have done for us. I love you honey, more then I could ever begin to tell you. I am so grateful that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. And that you choose to spend the rest of your life with me. I am the luckiest woman in the world. I promise to you that I will be more grateful, and I will take the time to tell you all that you do right. I will tell you how much I truly do love you. You are the love of my life.
Confession #378
I wish you had the slightest fucking clue how much I long for a little emotion from you. A little passion, a little compassion, a little romance...goes a long way. That's why I started screwing my ex again.
Confession #379
You want to have sex every day in the middle of the afternoon and so we do
it on my lunch break. The first time was kinky, the second time was cute,
now I just do it becuase I know if I don't you will just masturbate after I
go back to work and resent me for not giving in.
Confession #380
You can be such a bastard. When my brother called me tonight because he needed my help with something and you got all pissed off and said "why doesn't he get a brain and figure things out for himself? Why does he think this is your problem?" Then I defended him saying he didn't know how to file a damage claim with ups--he's only 16 for fuck's sake.
You bring up my dad after berating my brother --big mistake bee-otch. He was there for me last night (and 3 nights ago) when you got drunk and started yelling at me when I asked you to calm down and talk quitely. He also convinced me not to call the cops and tell them you were driving drunk--you should thank him. So yea, he is my *precious daddy* He's not perfect but he's also not the one yelling at me everynight, screaming about things on the news that have nothing to do with you- then insisting that I am the one that starts all these fights. I just wanted you to calm down b/c of your high blood pressure. I bet drinking isn't helping that either. You bitch about the decay of society; do you think alchoholics are contributing to the good of society?
Why do I have to do everything for you?! You refuse to do anything at all. You leave your dirty clothes and dishes in the livingroom, leave piss dribbles on the toilet and on the floor in front of the toilet--who the fuck do you think cleans that up asshole? You won't even fucking make yourself something to eat... it's not cute or your way of showing me you need me, you're just fucking lazy!!
I'm not your mommy, your maid or your cook, if you want something to eat, go look in the stupid 1950's fridge you know the one with the broken latch that you insist on keeping b/c "it's built the way a fridge should be" yeah the door is held closed with duct tape shirt for brains! It eats power like nobody's business-funny how you care so much about the fucking enviorment but have refused to replace the piece of shirt for the past 4 years! Speaking of your mommy, how is the bitch? Oh, that's right she left you and your sibs for that child molesting asshole that's now rotting away in prison. She wants nothing to do with you--and I do think that is sad but I also think that because of her psyco behavior, she's not worthy of being called Mom.
When your work clothes are not clean on Monday... I didn't forget to wash them... I am just getting even. You T.V. watching, Poker playing fool...Did I say that? Hummmm
Confession #372
I really hate it when you call me from work, or I call you at work...and you can barely summon up the decency to tear yourself away from your computer screen and be civil for all of one minute. It is really rude and dismissive and it makes me want to throw the phone across the room.
Confession #373
We've been through a hell of a lot together. When we said "In
sickness and in health," the Universe took us at our word. We've
gone through you being so ill I feared you would die, bankruptcy, and
now my disability. I have two husbands, only one legal, and you both
are amazing. The first bit was to my legal spouse; to the other one,
you took us in when we had nowhere to go, and you are helping us
scrape through as husband #1 retrains to a job that can't be shipped overseas.
I love you both so much.
And I'm in so much pain I can't make love to either one of you. And
that hurts more than any physical pain could.
Confession #374
You think we have plenty of money in the savings account. In reality,
I have credit cards you do not know about and the savings account is
empty. I'm addicted to shopping and spending, I can't stop. I tell
lies to cover up the big purchases and hide the little ones. I want to
stop. I want to tell you all about it. I just cannot bring myself to
face the truth. I try to stop but I can't seem to. I'm afraid you'll
leave me when you find out. This is one reason I'm so ready to get
back to work after having our precious son 6 months ago, I want this
debt gone and to be able to buy things with cash not credit. I'm sorry
I've lied, I love you so much. Always and forever.
Confession #375
When you ask a girl to marry you, you don't say "I'm going to be in town this weekend, so you know what we can do..." I honestly thought you were asking me to go see a movie. It wasn't until you told me you had made an appointment to apply for a marriage license and reserved the time with the Justice of the Peace that I realized what you meant, and by then I didn't want to go through the hell you would have given me if I had backed out.
Confession #376
Can't take much more. Want to run and hide. Just a day off from the rhetoric of what I am not doing for you. Can't even make sense of what I am about anymore. Tired of hearing how I don't treat you with the respect a "husband" deserves, that I should be a good "wife", and that I henpeck. How many wives never say a word when their husbands are out until four am weekly. Then the week after I had our child you started telling me that I am not a good wife because I didn't want to have sex with you. A c-section and childbirth were just an excuse. Still don't want to hear the request for sex. Your insensitivity is hard to forget. The worst is when you tell me I should be happy, I have a baby and central ac. What more could a gal want! Grrrrr!
Confession #377
I know I haven't always been the easiest person to live with. I always seem to be wanting something "more". I am sorry if I never showed you, how much you truly mean to me. I'm sorry if for one second I made you think you were anything but the best husband and father in the world. I appreciate everything that you do, everything that you have done for us. I love you honey, more then I could ever begin to tell you. I am so grateful that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. And that you choose to spend the rest of your life with me. I am the luckiest woman in the world. I promise to you that I will be more grateful, and I will take the time to tell you all that you do right. I will tell you how much I truly do love you. You are the love of my life.
Confession #378
I wish you had the slightest fucking clue how much I long for a little emotion from you. A little passion, a little compassion, a little romance...goes a long way. That's why I started screwing my ex again.
Confession #379
You want to have sex every day in the middle of the afternoon and so we do
it on my lunch break. The first time was kinky, the second time was cute,
now I just do it becuase I know if I don't you will just masturbate after I
go back to work and resent me for not giving in.
Confession #380
You can be such a bastard. When my brother called me tonight because he needed my help with something and you got all pissed off and said "why doesn't he get a brain and figure things out for himself? Why does he think this is your problem?" Then I defended him saying he didn't know how to file a damage claim with ups--he's only 16 for fuck's sake.
You bring up my dad after berating my brother --big mistake bee-otch. He was there for me last night (and 3 nights ago) when you got drunk and started yelling at me when I asked you to calm down and talk quitely. He also convinced me not to call the cops and tell them you were driving drunk--you should thank him. So yea, he is my *precious daddy* He's not perfect but he's also not the one yelling at me everynight, screaming about things on the news that have nothing to do with you- then insisting that I am the one that starts all these fights. I just wanted you to calm down b/c of your high blood pressure. I bet drinking isn't helping that either. You bitch about the decay of society; do you think alchoholics are contributing to the good of society?
Why do I have to do everything for you?! You refuse to do anything at all. You leave your dirty clothes and dishes in the livingroom, leave piss dribbles on the toilet and on the floor in front of the toilet--who the fuck do you think cleans that up asshole? You won't even fucking make yourself something to eat... it's not cute or your way of showing me you need me, you're just fucking lazy!!
I'm not your mommy, your maid or your cook, if you want something to eat, go look in the stupid 1950's fridge you know the one with the broken latch that you insist on keeping b/c "it's built the way a fridge should be" yeah the door is held closed with duct tape shirt for brains! It eats power like nobody's business-funny how you care so much about the fucking enviorment but have refused to replace the piece of shirt for the past 4 years! Speaking of your mommy, how is the bitch? Oh, that's right she left you and your sibs for that child molesting asshole that's now rotting away in prison. She wants nothing to do with you--and I do think that is sad but I also think that because of her psyco behavior, she's not worthy of being called Mom.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
True Wife Confession 323 summertime moments
Confession #3231
I confess -- a part of me will love you until my dying day. You were the love of my life, and the sex was the best I've ever had in my life of over 50 years.
But I finally had my fill of your bullshit regarding us trying to work things out; you were clearly just stringing me along. Just playing games until I "figured it out", as you claimed you were doing with your sexting with Kathy? Well, I did figure it out. Fuck you and your mind games.
If you remember nothing else about me, remember this: "she was smarter than I ever gave her credit for". I'll never have contact with you again.
Confession #3232
It has taken over 15 years, but you have finally listened to me and figured out how to get me to orgasm. Of course, the amount of the shitty sex I have had to tolerate is epic. Not to mention the phase where you didn't seem to care that I wasn't enjoying sex and would just come as fast as you could as I pretended to be somewhere else.
Confession #3233
In the past month I did a short sale on the house, moved to a small apartment and attended our divorce hearing (thankfully, you were not there). I buried a friend and my grandmother within ten days of each other and am helping another friend battle cancer. My money is extremely tight, I have no savings and work is stressing me out….and I am still happier then I was when we were married!!! Divorcing you was the BEST thing I could have done for myself!!!
The last eight years of our ten year marriage were a miserable, depressing, anxiety ridden existence that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. You quickly stopped trying to make an effort to maintain a healthy relationship and chose to sit on your ass behind your computer and expect me to do everything. You blamed me for what wasn’t right in your life, could not accept constructive criticism or responsibility for anything and tried desperately to bring me down into your own dark pit of hell. You resented me for trying to better myself by getting healthy while you grew fatter each day. You alienated family and friends, expected me to be there for you financially and emotionally, and once in a blue moon physically, but my needs were of no concern to you.
You are a sad, selfish, pathetic excuse for a human being and my biggest regret is not leaving you sooner. I have good friends and family, I am dating (I forgot how great sex could be) and my mind is at peace. I don’t wish you any harm or evil but I don’t feel the need to ever acknowledge the fact you exist on this planet ever again. GOOD RIDDANCE!!!
Confession #3234
You say you don't want my sister to visit.
Fuck you, your father who stayed for four months, your niece who turned the house upside down, and you again.
Confession #3235
Your BBQ is terrible. I know you think it is a miracle and some kind of manly acomplishment, but ugh. Just terrible.
Confession #3236
I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be your wife but I'm stuck in how I should go about leaving you. I think you are a mongoloid and that we have absolutely nothing in common besides our two children and eating and drinking. I really wish you would speak intelligently and have interest in more things than watching bad television and car parts. You are a terrible lover and in fact, I lost interest in sex with you when you seemed to have forgotten that I enjoy orgasms too, which was YEARS ago. One of the last times we had sex was one of the worst experiences of my life. Your breath was so bad that I wanted to gag and it was all I could do to withstand the torture of those 7-10 minutes (sadly standard for you). I had sex with another man and he ravaged me for two hours: I haven't felt this alive in years. I don't hate you, I just want out.
Confession #3237
I wrote to you about two years ago about wanting to sleep with a co-worker. I did not because my husband went through my email and found some of our correspondence. He confronted me on what was going on. It was a huge mess with many touch and go moments of if I would stay or leave. It took a counselor and sheer determination to fix it our problems. . We are closer than we have had been in years and I find myself enjoying his corny jokes.
Confession #3238
I will not let you intimidate me. I will not bow to your whims. YOU NO LONGER HAVE THAT POWER OVER ME.
I will do what is right for our daughter not what you want for YOU.
Confession #3239
I want to leave you. We don't have a good marriage --- I married you for all the wrong reasons. I loved the adventure of relocating from the States to England and not the man. You are sweet and good to me.
We have arguments (which seem to be increasing more and more) that can get ridiculous and lots of truths come out when we're mad. Bottom line I want to go back home. I miss my single life. I had a good job and great home. I'm too chicken to tell you this, my plan is to leave while you're at work.
Confession #3240
Sometimes, I encourage the cat to shit in your basement. If he's going to be accused of it he might as well deserve it.
I confess -- a part of me will love you until my dying day. You were the love of my life, and the sex was the best I've ever had in my life of over 50 years.
But I finally had my fill of your bullshit regarding us trying to work things out; you were clearly just stringing me along. Just playing games until I "figured it out", as you claimed you were doing with your sexting with Kathy? Well, I did figure it out. Fuck you and your mind games.
If you remember nothing else about me, remember this: "she was smarter than I ever gave her credit for". I'll never have contact with you again.
Confession #3232
It has taken over 15 years, but you have finally listened to me and figured out how to get me to orgasm. Of course, the amount of the shitty sex I have had to tolerate is epic. Not to mention the phase where you didn't seem to care that I wasn't enjoying sex and would just come as fast as you could as I pretended to be somewhere else.
Confession #3233
In the past month I did a short sale on the house, moved to a small apartment and attended our divorce hearing (thankfully, you were not there). I buried a friend and my grandmother within ten days of each other and am helping another friend battle cancer. My money is extremely tight, I have no savings and work is stressing me out….and I am still happier then I was when we were married!!! Divorcing you was the BEST thing I could have done for myself!!!
The last eight years of our ten year marriage were a miserable, depressing, anxiety ridden existence that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. You quickly stopped trying to make an effort to maintain a healthy relationship and chose to sit on your ass behind your computer and expect me to do everything. You blamed me for what wasn’t right in your life, could not accept constructive criticism or responsibility for anything and tried desperately to bring me down into your own dark pit of hell. You resented me for trying to better myself by getting healthy while you grew fatter each day. You alienated family and friends, expected me to be there for you financially and emotionally, and once in a blue moon physically, but my needs were of no concern to you.
You are a sad, selfish, pathetic excuse for a human being and my biggest regret is not leaving you sooner. I have good friends and family, I am dating (I forgot how great sex could be) and my mind is at peace. I don’t wish you any harm or evil but I don’t feel the need to ever acknowledge the fact you exist on this planet ever again. GOOD RIDDANCE!!!
Confession #3234
You say you don't want my sister to visit.
Fuck you, your father who stayed for four months, your niece who turned the house upside down, and you again.
Confession #3235
Your BBQ is terrible. I know you think it is a miracle and some kind of manly acomplishment, but ugh. Just terrible.
Confession #3236
I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be your wife but I'm stuck in how I should go about leaving you. I think you are a mongoloid and that we have absolutely nothing in common besides our two children and eating and drinking. I really wish you would speak intelligently and have interest in more things than watching bad television and car parts. You are a terrible lover and in fact, I lost interest in sex with you when you seemed to have forgotten that I enjoy orgasms too, which was YEARS ago. One of the last times we had sex was one of the worst experiences of my life. Your breath was so bad that I wanted to gag and it was all I could do to withstand the torture of those 7-10 minutes (sadly standard for you). I had sex with another man and he ravaged me for two hours: I haven't felt this alive in years. I don't hate you, I just want out.
Confession #3237
I wrote to you about two years ago about wanting to sleep with a co-worker. I did not because my husband went through my email and found some of our correspondence. He confronted me on what was going on. It was a huge mess with many touch and go moments of if I would stay or leave. It took a counselor and sheer determination to fix it our problems. . We are closer than we have had been in years and I find myself enjoying his corny jokes.
Confession #3238
I will not let you intimidate me. I will not bow to your whims. YOU NO LONGER HAVE THAT POWER OVER ME.
I will do what is right for our daughter not what you want for YOU.
Confession #3239
I want to leave you. We don't have a good marriage --- I married you for all the wrong reasons. I loved the adventure of relocating from the States to England and not the man. You are sweet and good to me.
We have arguments (which seem to be increasing more and more) that can get ridiculous and lots of truths come out when we're mad. Bottom line I want to go back home. I miss my single life. I had a good job and great home. I'm too chicken to tell you this, my plan is to leave while you're at work.
Confession #3240
Sometimes, I encourage the cat to shit in your basement. If he's going to be accused of it he might as well deserve it.
Monday, May 23, 2011
True Wife Confession 37 plays of Shakespeare
Confession #361
I know you don't want me to see the man we swapped with because his wife is out of town and this is suppose to be a couples thing, but if he calls I'm seeing him. I love you more than I've ever loved any man but I can't get him off of my mind.
Confession #362
I walked away.... I believed I had valid reasons, just like I believed that we would end up together forever. I could never have imagined that you would die less than a year later. And now after 10 years without you, I still look around and sob when I can't find you.
Confession #363
You know, flowers are still acceptable to give to your wife. I'm not asking for dozens of red roses, but you'd be amazed at the power of a simple thoughtful gesture like this. It would make me so very happy, but you say it is a waste of money.
Confession #364
I make up complaints about you when I'm with my
friends. They don't believe me if I talk about
how well we really get along or how wonderful you
really are to me. I don't want to lose my
friends, so I make up complaints, and the sad
part is that they still wonder how they can get
their husbands to act the way you do. I'm sorry
and I love you.
Confession #365
I am not married. But you are. She's gone now. Halfway around the world. My biggest fear's are that I will never be what she once was to you: Youre wife-(second time around will be old news); youre first born. Im scared to ask you when you will legally be divorced because i fear that you will tell me that she is coming back, with the baby, and we will be over. So i will let these questioning thoughts eat away at me. They hurt a lot less than the thought of being without you.
Confession #366
I started smoking again, after 5 fucking years, because of you, you stupid asshole. Right now, it's only in need of some serious emergency soothing. Hope it just stays like that, or until the pack runs out. I had to go drive to the park & ride late at night just to smoke one and stare at the moon. To think about the guy who I stopped seeing when I met you, stupidly. Whose number is still in my cell. The only one who knew just how to touch me,the one I think about every time i watch "the notebook", the one you should 've taken notes from. G-d, I'm such a shmuck for giving that up for you...
Confession #367
Every morning when I wake up, I think of him. He is my first thought in the morning, my last thought at night. Then I get angry with myself and try to focus on you. You deserve a wife who wants to be with you. I want to stop thinking about him, but I can't. I have not been unfaitful with my body, but my mind is somewhere else every day.
Confession #368
I wanted to cry when I found out you felt as though you disappointed me. Times were tough and I'm so glad we pulled through, but I know now I let you down when you needed me most. I was so scared. I thought I was worried about you, but there were times when I was more worried about myself-what would it mean to ME if you changed. We both have our problems, but you are fabulous. What we have together is better than I ever dared to hope for. You've done so much for me, but I let you down. For that I am so ashamed. I will never be able to apologize enough. Sometimes I think I really don't deserve you.
Confession #369
I lied at the doctors office the other day.....again. "will he be here to take you home after the treatment?" um, no he is out of town. when they took me back to the room some materials where there about resources for the single parent. they know i lie about where you are. and when you call during and i try to be brave and say i feel ok after i have puked a few times, and you know i feel bad and you say "i don't know what but i am going to do something nice for you tonight" and i get so happy with those words, and i am pathetic because you did not do anything nice. and when the treatment was done, the nurse said, "honey, please make sure there is someone here next week to give you a ride home"
Confession #370
When I say that I think you're the most wonderful guy on the planet, I mean it literally. I love you.
I know you don't want me to see the man we swapped with because his wife is out of town and this is suppose to be a couples thing, but if he calls I'm seeing him. I love you more than I've ever loved any man but I can't get him off of my mind.
Confession #362
I walked away.... I believed I had valid reasons, just like I believed that we would end up together forever. I could never have imagined that you would die less than a year later. And now after 10 years without you, I still look around and sob when I can't find you.
Confession #363
You know, flowers are still acceptable to give to your wife. I'm not asking for dozens of red roses, but you'd be amazed at the power of a simple thoughtful gesture like this. It would make me so very happy, but you say it is a waste of money.
Confession #364
I make up complaints about you when I'm with my
friends. They don't believe me if I talk about
how well we really get along or how wonderful you
really are to me. I don't want to lose my
friends, so I make up complaints, and the sad
part is that they still wonder how they can get
their husbands to act the way you do. I'm sorry
and I love you.
Confession #365
I am not married. But you are. She's gone now. Halfway around the world. My biggest fear's are that I will never be what she once was to you: Youre wife-(second time around will be old news); youre first born. Im scared to ask you when you will legally be divorced because i fear that you will tell me that she is coming back, with the baby, and we will be over. So i will let these questioning thoughts eat away at me. They hurt a lot less than the thought of being without you.
Confession #366
I started smoking again, after 5 fucking years, because of you, you stupid asshole. Right now, it's only in need of some serious emergency soothing. Hope it just stays like that, or until the pack runs out. I had to go drive to the park & ride late at night just to smoke one and stare at the moon. To think about the guy who I stopped seeing when I met you, stupidly. Whose number is still in my cell. The only one who knew just how to touch me,the one I think about every time i watch "the notebook", the one you should 've taken notes from. G-d, I'm such a shmuck for giving that up for you...
Confession #367
Every morning when I wake up, I think of him. He is my first thought in the morning, my last thought at night. Then I get angry with myself and try to focus on you. You deserve a wife who wants to be with you. I want to stop thinking about him, but I can't. I have not been unfaitful with my body, but my mind is somewhere else every day.
Confession #368
I wanted to cry when I found out you felt as though you disappointed me. Times were tough and I'm so glad we pulled through, but I know now I let you down when you needed me most. I was so scared. I thought I was worried about you, but there were times when I was more worried about myself-what would it mean to ME if you changed. We both have our problems, but you are fabulous. What we have together is better than I ever dared to hope for. You've done so much for me, but I let you down. For that I am so ashamed. I will never be able to apologize enough. Sometimes I think I really don't deserve you.
Confession #369
I lied at the doctors office the other day.....again. "will he be here to take you home after the treatment?" um, no he is out of town. when they took me back to the room some materials where there about resources for the single parent. they know i lie about where you are. and when you call during and i try to be brave and say i feel ok after i have puked a few times, and you know i feel bad and you say "i don't know what but i am going to do something nice for you tonight" and i get so happy with those words, and i am pathetic because you did not do anything nice. and when the treatment was done, the nurse said, "honey, please make sure there is someone here next week to give you a ride home"
Confession #370
When I say that I think you're the most wonderful guy on the planet, I mean it literally. I love you.
Monday, May 02, 2011
True Wife Confessions 36th Chamber of Shaolin
Confession #351
Sometimes, when you are being a complete jerk, I stick my tongue out at you or give you the middle finger when you are not looking. Immature, yes. But it's the only way I can think of venting my anger in the moment without going off on you and telling you what I really think. If I ever did that, we'd be done.
Confession #352
You have had too many chances and fucked them all up. I am sick of being threatened with the possibility you will cheat. I know you say you haven't cheated, but in my mind, looking for "discreet sex" behind my back is just as bad. Couple this with your drinking, lack of interest in anything but yourself, the years of being unemployed that I supported you, and your inability to do any menial task for yourself and what to you get? You get two weeks to get yourself some intensive mental help, or else I am going to help your ass out the door.
Confession #353
When you say, "I'll clean up the kitchen, honey" I kinda expect it to be...you know...CLEAN. My idea of a fun morning is not scraping crusted on food from the dishes you tossed in the sink. At least scrape them and put them in the dishwasher. And you want to know why you had no hot water for your shower this morning? Because you were too lazy to do this very job last night when you SAID you would. Lazy jerk.
Confession #354
When I picked you up, I thought this was going to be a two week thing or no better than a booty call, I mean was serially dating getting over getting over an abusive, lazy man and you told me you hated animals but I have a spoiled dog and I didn't trust men anymore, let alone have faith in them.
Then you came to see me at home every weekend and sat with my mom and played with my cousins I though: Oh my!
Then you got me blue (YES, BLUE!) roses cause you knew I hated the red roses my ex used to bring me to "appease me" I thought I was seeing things!
When I had the "Deadly Mutaba Virus" and I was coughing like a dog and my chest hurt so bad but you hugged me even harder so I wouldn't cry out in pain.. I could not believe my luck.. When you got sick cause you sat next to me and covered me up with kisses for a solid 3 days and spoke for me so I wouldn't lose what little voice I had; I loved you more than I have ever loved another human being cause instead of going out to drink and smoke pot like my ex used to do when I used to get sick YOU STAYED
When I was scared and I cried, you cried because you never see me cry and you couldn't believe I was holding so much in and then you proceeded to make me laugh, to reassure me you are here for me and that you love our life AND OUR SPOILED BABY DOG too….at that time I said a silent prayer of thanks to God for putting you in my life, J my love I thank you for all that you've given me and all the love and all "five minutes arguments", and the fun and the games of card….I hope to be able to give you back in this lifetime at least half of what you've given me.
Confession #355
I sometimes worry that our first child isn't yours. It is possible that the guy I met on spring break is the dad – but I couldn't even tell you his last name. At this point, it doesn't seem like it would do any good to tell you. But every time he gets blood work done I am petrified that we'll find out for sure. Now that our daughter is here, I worry that her blood type will give it away.
I think you wonder too. And thank you that you've never investigated further.
Confession #356
ok so yes I am 41 years old and still have a diary, but girls of my age called them journals. AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING MY JOURNAL !!
So now I will have to burn it, yes I am writing about you- of what a pain in the ass you are and how I am SICK OF YOU BEING SUCK A F+*%#ING PUSSY!
and yes I DO talk to other people here at work and YES some of them are guys. BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I AM TALKING LOVE TO THEM. I AM JUST TALKING ABOUT STUFF WITH SOME OTHER THEN YOU - you sick head.
Confession #357
I hate that you get mad at my mom for the way she is, yet your mom is a walking anxiety disorder and you think that she is making sense. I hate that we can't sit out on the deck and get drunk and make passionate love because you don't really drink. I do. I drink when you go to bed. I love my time alone. I love you, yet I don't feel passionate about you anymore. I want that back. And I think about my long-ago ex, for whom I did feel passion, every minute of every hour. I want to call him.
Confession #358
I hate that you don't listen. I hate that you interrupt me when I try to speak and talk over me when you want to change the subject. Despite what you think, the world does not revolve around you. The real reason that your friends call and talk to me instead of you? They think that you are an arrogant, rude, know it all and are tired of your bullshit and feel sorry for me because I have to put up with you.
Oh, and one other thing. That phony accent that you came up with to make yourself sound smarter and to disguise where you are really from? It is really annoying. And completely transparent. You sound like Mr. Howell from Gilligan's Island.
Confession #359
I long for you to touch me more. Hugging, Kissing. Anything. You could repair so many things if you'd just touch me more. Not sex - that's the only time you do touch me , or when you've fucked something up so badly that you fear I'll leave you. A Caress. A hand holding. Although I've told you this a million times, you never do. I'm lonely. This is what will drive me to another man some day.
Confession #360
I knew we shouldn't have gotten married when we were at the hospital having our first baby and all you could think about was your cell phone. I made the decision to start preparing to leave when I was 7 months pregnant with #2 and you cheated on me with some 24 year old named Lisa. I decided to leave on Sept. 24, 2005 when we were in Mexico having the most rotten day of my life. I led you on when you wanted to move 1200 miles away from YOUR hometown -- said what a good idea it was to go live near my parents and get a "fresh" start. Now it's been 6 months since we moved, 3 months since you left here to go back to your momma. Guess what -- I just paid a private investigator to find your ass... you will have all the creditors after you (like they've been after me) AND have to pay for children I hope you will never see. And, remember that guy that I had a fling with when we were on a break 7 years ago? He's a better dad to your kids than you'll EVER be. As soon as this divorce shit is over, I'm taking all MY SHIT and moving back to MY hometown to be with him -- still 1200 miles away from you.
Sometimes, when you are being a complete jerk, I stick my tongue out at you or give you the middle finger when you are not looking. Immature, yes. But it's the only way I can think of venting my anger in the moment without going off on you and telling you what I really think. If I ever did that, we'd be done.
Confession #352
You have had too many chances and fucked them all up. I am sick of being threatened with the possibility you will cheat. I know you say you haven't cheated, but in my mind, looking for "discreet sex" behind my back is just as bad. Couple this with your drinking, lack of interest in anything but yourself, the years of being unemployed that I supported you, and your inability to do any menial task for yourself and what to you get? You get two weeks to get yourself some intensive mental help, or else I am going to help your ass out the door.
Confession #353
When you say, "I'll clean up the kitchen, honey" I kinda expect it to be...you know...CLEAN. My idea of a fun morning is not scraping crusted on food from the dishes you tossed in the sink. At least scrape them and put them in the dishwasher. And you want to know why you had no hot water for your shower this morning? Because you were too lazy to do this very job last night when you SAID you would. Lazy jerk.
Confession #354
When I picked you up, I thought this was going to be a two week thing or no better than a booty call, I mean was serially dating getting over getting over an abusive, lazy man and you told me you hated animals but I have a spoiled dog and I didn't trust men anymore, let alone have faith in them.
Then you came to see me at home every weekend and sat with my mom and played with my cousins I though: Oh my!
Then you got me blue (YES, BLUE!) roses cause you knew I hated the red roses my ex used to bring me to "appease me" I thought I was seeing things!
When I had the "Deadly Mutaba Virus" and I was coughing like a dog and my chest hurt so bad but you hugged me even harder so I wouldn't cry out in pain.. I could not believe my luck.. When you got sick cause you sat next to me and covered me up with kisses for a solid 3 days and spoke for me so I wouldn't lose what little voice I had; I loved you more than I have ever loved another human being cause instead of going out to drink and smoke pot like my ex used to do when I used to get sick YOU STAYED
When I was scared and I cried, you cried because you never see me cry and you couldn't believe I was holding so much in and then you proceeded to make me laugh, to reassure me you are here for me and that you love our life AND OUR SPOILED BABY DOG too….at that time I said a silent prayer of thanks to God for putting you in my life, J my love I thank you for all that you've given me and all the love and all "five minutes arguments", and the fun and the games of card….I hope to be able to give you back in this lifetime at least half of what you've given me.
Confession #355
I sometimes worry that our first child isn't yours. It is possible that the guy I met on spring break is the dad – but I couldn't even tell you his last name. At this point, it doesn't seem like it would do any good to tell you. But every time he gets blood work done I am petrified that we'll find out for sure. Now that our daughter is here, I worry that her blood type will give it away.
I think you wonder too. And thank you that you've never investigated further.
Confession #356
ok so yes I am 41 years old and still have a diary, but girls of my age called them journals. AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING MY JOURNAL !!
So now I will have to burn it, yes I am writing about you- of what a pain in the ass you are and how I am SICK OF YOU BEING SUCK A F+*%#ING PUSSY!
and yes I DO talk to other people here at work and YES some of them are guys. BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I AM TALKING LOVE TO THEM. I AM JUST TALKING ABOUT STUFF WITH SOME OTHER THEN YOU - you sick head.
Confession #357
I hate that you get mad at my mom for the way she is, yet your mom is a walking anxiety disorder and you think that she is making sense. I hate that we can't sit out on the deck and get drunk and make passionate love because you don't really drink. I do. I drink when you go to bed. I love my time alone. I love you, yet I don't feel passionate about you anymore. I want that back. And I think about my long-ago ex, for whom I did feel passion, every minute of every hour. I want to call him.
Confession #358
I hate that you don't listen. I hate that you interrupt me when I try to speak and talk over me when you want to change the subject. Despite what you think, the world does not revolve around you. The real reason that your friends call and talk to me instead of you? They think that you are an arrogant, rude, know it all and are tired of your bullshit and feel sorry for me because I have to put up with you.
Oh, and one other thing. That phony accent that you came up with to make yourself sound smarter and to disguise where you are really from? It is really annoying. And completely transparent. You sound like Mr. Howell from Gilligan's Island.
Confession #359
I long for you to touch me more. Hugging, Kissing. Anything. You could repair so many things if you'd just touch me more. Not sex - that's the only time you do touch me , or when you've fucked something up so badly that you fear I'll leave you. A Caress. A hand holding. Although I've told you this a million times, you never do. I'm lonely. This is what will drive me to another man some day.
Confession #360
I knew we shouldn't have gotten married when we were at the hospital having our first baby and all you could think about was your cell phone. I made the decision to start preparing to leave when I was 7 months pregnant with #2 and you cheated on me with some 24 year old named Lisa. I decided to leave on Sept. 24, 2005 when we were in Mexico having the most rotten day of my life. I led you on when you wanted to move 1200 miles away from YOUR hometown -- said what a good idea it was to go live near my parents and get a "fresh" start. Now it's been 6 months since we moved, 3 months since you left here to go back to your momma. Guess what -- I just paid a private investigator to find your ass... you will have all the creditors after you (like they've been after me) AND have to pay for children I hope you will never see. And, remember that guy that I had a fling with when we were on a break 7 years ago? He's a better dad to your kids than you'll EVER be. As soon as this divorce shit is over, I'm taking all MY SHIT and moving back to MY hometown to be with him -- still 1200 miles away from you.
Monday, April 04, 2011
True Wife Confession 322 Skull and Bones
Confession # 3221
I don't think we're going to make it.
Your career hasn't taken the regular trajectory so mine had to veer off too. Instead of saving for a few years after school while we both worked, you had to go back for yet more training. A couple more years passed by which time I was worried about starting a family. So instead of a few years of just us and me having my turn for more education, we had a baby.Yes, I pushed hard for it but the eggs ain't gonna last forever.
Your salary wasn't so great -- you never bothered to negotiate -- so I took a bigger, better job with more hours. My dream, my promise, *our* promise that I'd get to go back to school went on the back burner. Again.
And now we're finally settling into our life and you want to pick it all up for a year or two. Let's just get rid of the house... Let's just uproot our lives and our kid and move across the sea for a great, fun exciting opportunity. An opportunity for you.
That's what really, really bothers me. The expectation that I'm just going to keep following you on your adventures. That I'll be right here, by you, figuring it all out and laying the groundwork. That I'm just so adaptable. I can hardly blame you on the last one -- my actions have said little more.
This time, when I said the adventure didn't sound so wonderful. That I just wanted to keep my job, keep things here and now and maybe get used to some day-to-routines. You flip. You don't understand. You don't ask me. It is all about you and your dreams.
I don't want to live for you. I don't want to and I won't.
Confession # 3222
I fell in love with you. I told you every fear about every man, every hurt I have ever had in my life, including my husband. You wooed me. You soothed me. You told me that you would never do those things to me, that you were my soul mate. And like a fool, I believed you. You proposed to me, you tried to convince me to have children with you. And like a fool, I believed you. Until it came time for you to leave your wife. Despite all your talk, You didn't. You couldn't. Instead, you sold your house and moved across country, still telling me to trust you, that it would work out.
And I believed you. I fucking believed you.
Looking back over three years, there is no one thing you said to me that you ever actually followed through with, not one thing you were brave enough to do, all while proclaiming your undying love to me. Your soul mate, you said. We belong together, you said.
Until now when I get an email telling me you have moved on and hoped I would too. Don't contact you again. And I realize that I was just a great fuck and confidence booster to you. And despite th fact that I still love you? I hope you suffer. I hope you suffer the consequences of staying with your alcoholic abusive wife who denies you sex and happiness. I hope that every time you fuck her after she has had enough to drink to allow it to happen, you are reminded of me. Of the different choice you could have made. Of the different man you could have been.
Confession # 3223
I'm not married, actually, I think that people change so much over the years that when you least expect it you will hardly recognize your husband, though, it's still nice to think that there's "the right man" for me and that we'll live the happy couple cliche.
For several years I lived a very unhappy solitude, but I met a good guy last year and now that he's my boyfriend, and God, he's the most kind and caring man I've ever met, I no longer feel sexually atracted to him. He keeps me good company and he's always there when I need him, supporting me when I'm too busy to go out with him or spend some quality time together, but I find it hard to kiss him or tell him that I love him, because I don't. Not the way he'd like to, or I'd like to. I miss good kisses and good sex, I miss the butterflies in my stomach and the need to have him by my side.
I'm just too much of a chicken to tell him that I'm not in love with him anymore. Does that make me a bad person? because I tottally feel like I am one.
Confession # 3224
i don’t like sucking your cock I fucking hate it because you are so dirty! I always wash my mouth crazily after having it in my mouth.but I don’t know how to refuse because that’s the only way you get intimate with me for a while.
Confession # 3225
If I work at home because you miiiiiiiiiiiiss me so much, and every time I work at home you keep showing me things the dishwasher didn't clean and you keep yelling at the dog instead of taking him for his walk that's half an hour overdue and you keep bitching about how Microsoft software is difficult to use, you're training me that it's easier to work at my office. You know that, right?
Confession #3226
The day you first talked to me on that site was actually the day I was going to delete my account. That same night, I lost my virginity to a 25 year old guy that I met in a party because I was to drunk... After that, you asked me if I wanted to come spend 4 days with you "to know you more". I decided to go even if I had never met you, and I thought it was going to be 4 days of no-attachment sex. I was wrong. We fell in love with each other madly, and are together since then (almost a year now). Now, when we are together, I wish that time could stop so you don't go back to base and stay with me instead and I'm scared of the day you're actually going to tell me that they're deploying you and that you're leaving for 6 months to Afghanistan. But even if it really scares me, I still wanna spend the rest of my life with you and I know you feel the same. I have never been more happy in my entire life and never felt that loved. I know that we almost met by mistake, but I can't even imagine what my life would be without you. I love you.
Confession #3227
I miss sleeping next to your sweet furry ass, I miss your grumpy face in the morning, I miss the awesome sex, I miss us talking after work about our day, and I miss simply sharing a meal with you. But I do NOT miss a life filled with suspicion and your lies. Every time you left the room in the evening to look at a text message, I wondered "what's The Bitch saying this time". Every time you closed a browser window when I came in the room, I wondered what slut's webcam show were you watching this time. Every time I saw your active instant message window (including your responses), I wondered what woman you were talking to this time. Enough already. Yes, there are things I miss, but living with your lies is not one of them. Too bad you didn't value me enough to give that crap up.
And Babe? #3218 is me, too.
Confession #3228
two years ago, my best friend told me that you were shy, that you didn't really have any friends. two years ago i walked up to you and told you my name, and said that we were going to be best friends.
Now, you're my best friend, my soulmate, my life, and i can't wait to marry you. You helped me deal with my depression. You let me help you when you were ready to deal with yours. You're sweet and wonderful and funny. You let me into your heart. I know things aren't always perfect. You say stupid things, i get mad at you. We have our rough patches. we disagree. but together, we're perfect, and i can't wait to marry you. thank you so much. i love you with everything i have. we're so lucky to have found each other.
Confession #3229
I hate what you have done to my self respect and confidence by snubbing me all the time…I am not some incompetent illiterate idiot…I have a degree in medicine!..if I am not able to practice its because I am pregnant with our baby…yes I know I wanted that baby! I know you will always make me feel worthless for getting pregnant before completing my training. i just wish you were more supportive and motivating
Confession #3230
When we talked the other day, I felt like you listened to me - for the first time in Years. You actually listened to me. Maybe we can save our marriage.
I don't think we're going to make it.
Your career hasn't taken the regular trajectory so mine had to veer off too. Instead of saving for a few years after school while we both worked, you had to go back for yet more training. A couple more years passed by which time I was worried about starting a family. So instead of a few years of just us and me having my turn for more education, we had a baby.Yes, I pushed hard for it but the eggs ain't gonna last forever.
Your salary wasn't so great -- you never bothered to negotiate -- so I took a bigger, better job with more hours. My dream, my promise, *our* promise that I'd get to go back to school went on the back burner. Again.
And now we're finally settling into our life and you want to pick it all up for a year or two. Let's just get rid of the house... Let's just uproot our lives and our kid and move across the sea for a great, fun exciting opportunity. An opportunity for you.
That's what really, really bothers me. The expectation that I'm just going to keep following you on your adventures. That I'll be right here, by you, figuring it all out and laying the groundwork. That I'm just so adaptable. I can hardly blame you on the last one -- my actions have said little more.
This time, when I said the adventure didn't sound so wonderful. That I just wanted to keep my job, keep things here and now and maybe get used to some day-to-routines. You flip. You don't understand. You don't ask me. It is all about you and your dreams.
I don't want to live for you. I don't want to and I won't.
Confession # 3222
I fell in love with you. I told you every fear about every man, every hurt I have ever had in my life, including my husband. You wooed me. You soothed me. You told me that you would never do those things to me, that you were my soul mate. And like a fool, I believed you. You proposed to me, you tried to convince me to have children with you. And like a fool, I believed you. Until it came time for you to leave your wife. Despite all your talk, You didn't. You couldn't. Instead, you sold your house and moved across country, still telling me to trust you, that it would work out.
And I believed you. I fucking believed you.
Looking back over three years, there is no one thing you said to me that you ever actually followed through with, not one thing you were brave enough to do, all while proclaiming your undying love to me. Your soul mate, you said. We belong together, you said.
Until now when I get an email telling me you have moved on and hoped I would too. Don't contact you again. And I realize that I was just a great fuck and confidence booster to you. And despite th fact that I still love you? I hope you suffer. I hope you suffer the consequences of staying with your alcoholic abusive wife who denies you sex and happiness. I hope that every time you fuck her after she has had enough to drink to allow it to happen, you are reminded of me. Of the different choice you could have made. Of the different man you could have been.
Confession # 3223
I'm not married, actually, I think that people change so much over the years that when you least expect it you will hardly recognize your husband, though, it's still nice to think that there's "the right man" for me and that we'll live the happy couple cliche.
For several years I lived a very unhappy solitude, but I met a good guy last year and now that he's my boyfriend, and God, he's the most kind and caring man I've ever met, I no longer feel sexually atracted to him. He keeps me good company and he's always there when I need him, supporting me when I'm too busy to go out with him or spend some quality time together, but I find it hard to kiss him or tell him that I love him, because I don't. Not the way he'd like to, or I'd like to. I miss good kisses and good sex, I miss the butterflies in my stomach and the need to have him by my side.
I'm just too much of a chicken to tell him that I'm not in love with him anymore. Does that make me a bad person? because I tottally feel like I am one.
Confession # 3224
i don’t like sucking your cock I fucking hate it because you are so dirty! I always wash my mouth crazily after having it in my mouth.but I don’t know how to refuse because that’s the only way you get intimate with me for a while.
Confession # 3225
If I work at home because you miiiiiiiiiiiiss me so much, and every time I work at home you keep showing me things the dishwasher didn't clean and you keep yelling at the dog instead of taking him for his walk that's half an hour overdue and you keep bitching about how Microsoft software is difficult to use, you're training me that it's easier to work at my office. You know that, right?
Confession #3226
The day you first talked to me on that site was actually the day I was going to delete my account. That same night, I lost my virginity to a 25 year old guy that I met in a party because I was to drunk... After that, you asked me if I wanted to come spend 4 days with you "to know you more". I decided to go even if I had never met you, and I thought it was going to be 4 days of no-attachment sex. I was wrong. We fell in love with each other madly, and are together since then (almost a year now). Now, when we are together, I wish that time could stop so you don't go back to base and stay with me instead and I'm scared of the day you're actually going to tell me that they're deploying you and that you're leaving for 6 months to Afghanistan. But even if it really scares me, I still wanna spend the rest of my life with you and I know you feel the same. I have never been more happy in my entire life and never felt that loved. I know that we almost met by mistake, but I can't even imagine what my life would be without you. I love you.
Confession #3227
I miss sleeping next to your sweet furry ass, I miss your grumpy face in the morning, I miss the awesome sex, I miss us talking after work about our day, and I miss simply sharing a meal with you. But I do NOT miss a life filled with suspicion and your lies. Every time you left the room in the evening to look at a text message, I wondered "what's The Bitch saying this time". Every time you closed a browser window when I came in the room, I wondered what slut's webcam show were you watching this time. Every time I saw your active instant message window (including your responses), I wondered what woman you were talking to this time. Enough already. Yes, there are things I miss, but living with your lies is not one of them. Too bad you didn't value me enough to give that crap up.
And Babe? #3218 is me, too.
Confession #3228
two years ago, my best friend told me that you were shy, that you didn't really have any friends. two years ago i walked up to you and told you my name, and said that we were going to be best friends.
Now, you're my best friend, my soulmate, my life, and i can't wait to marry you. You helped me deal with my depression. You let me help you when you were ready to deal with yours. You're sweet and wonderful and funny. You let me into your heart. I know things aren't always perfect. You say stupid things, i get mad at you. We have our rough patches. we disagree. but together, we're perfect, and i can't wait to marry you. thank you so much. i love you with everything i have. we're so lucky to have found each other.
Confession #3229
I hate what you have done to my self respect and confidence by snubbing me all the time…I am not some incompetent illiterate idiot…I have a degree in medicine!..if I am not able to practice its because I am pregnant with our baby…yes I know I wanted that baby! I know you will always make me feel worthless for getting pregnant before completing my training. i just wish you were more supportive and motivating
Confession #3230
When we talked the other day, I felt like you listened to me - for the first time in Years. You actually listened to me. Maybe we can save our marriage.
Monday, March 21, 2011
True Wife Confessions 35mm
Confession #341
When I say that I think you're the most wonderful guy on the planet, I mean it literally. I love you
Confession #342
I hate how you belittle everything I say by making it seem like all or nothing. I told you I need a break. I need some help. I can't take you coming home at 8 p.m. every night. I asked you to come home early a couple of nights a week. But all you do is tell me, well you either want the money or you me at home. I want to tell you that one night when you get home so late, you will think every is in bed asleep. But we will be gone
Confession #343
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! you are driving me nuts, you are such a pussy! get a back bone and start making decisions for yourself. I don't ask you if I can go out for lunch, why must you call me first - I am NOT YOUR MOTHER!!!!! she can't even stand to listen to you either. If you aren't going to use your dick, then by all means cut it off and give it to someone who will. you fucking pussy man.
Confession #344
When I "OOPS" got pregnant with our second baby when our first was only a few months old...I did that on purpose. I knew then that we probably were not going to make it. I wanted another child, for myself and so our daughter would not be an only child. I did not want to have to take any biological clock issues into account later.
Confession #345
I am not losing weight on purpose. I need you to love me the way I am. If I lost 50 lbs. and you bacame a better husband I would hate you for it because I would know for a fact how shallow you are. Now, I only suspect it. When you are gone I will loose the weight because I hate it even more than you do
Confession #346
When you go into the bathroom, lock the door and spend like 30 minutes..every day. I know you are jacking off in there. I guess it is good that you know how to make SOMEBODY come.
You have never given me an orgasm. Ever.
Confession #347
I think your parents are ignorant morons. Always have. Always will. I used to wonder how you turned out so normal. Now, after 10 years, I know you didn't.
Confession #348
Remember when I found out my father was terminally ill and you just gave me a quick hug and said "Sorry. But if anybody can beat this it is your Dad." And then left the house to do some stupid, unimportant thing with your buddies? I lost more respect and love for you at that moment than at any other single time during our marriage.
When you told me you were leaving and I cried. It was for our children. For my own sake I felt only relief.
You said you felt my father had forgiven you for leaving me and the kids before he died. You were wrong. If he hadn't been so sick he would have kicked your ass.
Confession #349
your nasty feet make me want to vomit
Confession #350
No matter whether you get 4 hours or 14 hours of sleep, you are the crankiest SOB when you wake up. You wake up all mopey and refuse to speak and do nothing but heave these ultra heavy sighs. Grow up. By the time you decide to open your eyes, I've been up for 2 hours with the baby and have the laundry done for the day.
When you whine all day about how exhausted you are, and then choose to come home and stay up to 2:00 a.m. to watch movies or toy around online, don't expect sympathy.
When I say that I think you're the most wonderful guy on the planet, I mean it literally. I love you
Confession #342
I hate how you belittle everything I say by making it seem like all or nothing. I told you I need a break. I need some help. I can't take you coming home at 8 p.m. every night. I asked you to come home early a couple of nights a week. But all you do is tell me, well you either want the money or you me at home. I want to tell you that one night when you get home so late, you will think every is in bed asleep. But we will be gone
Confession #343
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! you are driving me nuts, you are such a pussy! get a back bone and start making decisions for yourself. I don't ask you if I can go out for lunch, why must you call me first - I am NOT YOUR MOTHER!!!!! she can't even stand to listen to you either. If you aren't going to use your dick, then by all means cut it off and give it to someone who will. you fucking pussy man.
Confession #344
When I "OOPS" got pregnant with our second baby when our first was only a few months old...I did that on purpose. I knew then that we probably were not going to make it. I wanted another child, for myself and so our daughter would not be an only child. I did not want to have to take any biological clock issues into account later.
Confession #345
I am not losing weight on purpose. I need you to love me the way I am. If I lost 50 lbs. and you bacame a better husband I would hate you for it because I would know for a fact how shallow you are. Now, I only suspect it. When you are gone I will loose the weight because I hate it even more than you do
Confession #346
When you go into the bathroom, lock the door and spend like 30 minutes..every day. I know you are jacking off in there. I guess it is good that you know how to make SOMEBODY come.
You have never given me an orgasm. Ever.
Confession #347
I think your parents are ignorant morons. Always have. Always will. I used to wonder how you turned out so normal. Now, after 10 years, I know you didn't.
Confession #348
Remember when I found out my father was terminally ill and you just gave me a quick hug and said "Sorry. But if anybody can beat this it is your Dad." And then left the house to do some stupid, unimportant thing with your buddies? I lost more respect and love for you at that moment than at any other single time during our marriage.
When you told me you were leaving and I cried. It was for our children. For my own sake I felt only relief.
You said you felt my father had forgiven you for leaving me and the kids before he died. You were wrong. If he hadn't been so sick he would have kicked your ass.
Confession #349
your nasty feet make me want to vomit
Confession #350
No matter whether you get 4 hours or 14 hours of sleep, you are the crankiest SOB when you wake up. You wake up all mopey and refuse to speak and do nothing but heave these ultra heavy sighs. Grow up. By the time you decide to open your eyes, I've been up for 2 hours with the baby and have the laundry done for the day.
When you whine all day about how exhausted you are, and then choose to come home and stay up to 2:00 a.m. to watch movies or toy around online, don't expect sympathy.
Monday, February 21, 2011
True Wife Confession 321 Contact
Confession #3211
I don’t tell you my strategy for winning Wii bicycling…even when we play as a team. I would rather lose as a team and still be able to beat you when we play against each other. It’s all in good fun, right?
Confession #3212
I really like when we used to sit in the tub, filled to the brim with bubbles and warm, soapy water, and draw pictures on each-others backs and try to guess what the picture is. I usually was a good guesser, but you are sometimes sneaky and you write in cursive to throw me off. This was comfort, home, and warmth to me. And then when you moved away for a full ride scholarship to medical school and we "took a break" I was insanely jealous of all the girls I envisioned in your tub with you. Anytime a girl you're facebook friends with tries to add me on facebook because I'm "suggested" to them since we're both friends I want to fucking rip their heads off. They know what they're doing. We're "still on a break" and I don't understand why you keep sending me requests to approve that we're "in a relationship". DENY TO THE MAX.
Confession #3213
i wish I could tell you that I feel miserable after having sex with you…because its always about pleasing you…yes I want to please you..because I want to be good at everything I do…but I wish someday you start thinking about my needs as well…I like to be touched, caressed and feel loved…I hate to be treated as a slave, reading your cues and giving in! in this whole year of marriage there is not a single time I have felt satisfied after making love…I just hate myself more everytime we have sex.
Confession #3214
when you go out of town for work it's hard taking care of the house and family alone, but I'm happier and love you more.
Confession #3215
When we met five years ago, I felt you were a gift to me from God. A young single mother used to doing everything on my own, you stepped right in to be a partner to me, and you fit in perfectly. Except that my friends stopped coming around much ....
And now I see why. Because if my daughter wasn't in love with her "daddy" and the daughter we have together didn't adore you so much, I'd tell you to hit the road and I'd gladly take on the challenges of life as a single mother again.
After everything you've put me through, I am no longer attracted you. I am no longer in love with you. And I have told you those things right to your face, back in November when I dumped you and you begged me to take you back.
But nothing changed. And that's why now I am only with you for your income and our children's sakes. There is another man I am madly in love with and would leave you for him in a second. Just the thought of the times I have shared with him gets me off. He is in college now, preparing for an attempt at a really great job. When he gets it and can provide for the family, I will take the girls and the dog and leave you without a second glance ... for a man who used to be your best friend a long time ago but now despises you because he knows the truth of what you are.
Confession #3216
You are not allowed to die, DO YOU HEAR ME? Yes, I am being hugely over dramatic. They haven't found anything... yet. But you were getting a vasectomy to spare me the invasive surgery and now they will be cutting you open for something "routine". ROUTINE MY FUCKING ASS. I, of course, have been an idiot and am reading up on your routine issue and procedure and quite FRANKLY I AM SCARED TO DEATH.
And I mean it no death ok?
Confession #3217
When you caught me cheating over a yr ago and you said "I want to work it out, let's seek counseling" and we "tried " to work out our awful marriage of 11 yrs......I never quit cheating......I have never loved you, I married you to get away from the parents I was never good enough for. When we got pregnant 14 months after we got married and you told me that you weren't ready for kids yet ( but you were the one that said "go off the pill and whenever we get pregnant will be great") and then it was too late so you said "maybe you should have an abortion" at that moment I knew I didn't respect you and I no longer loved you........I have cheated on you almost our whole marriage and have no intentions of stopping.....I'm comfortable with my lifestyle and I said I would stay for the kids and I will . When the twins leave for college I will be leaving as well. I am putting back "my allowance" in my own bank acct. You have no idea how much I really hate your guts. Thank god we don't have sex anymore !!!
Confession #3218
With every confession I sent in, I knew there was a chance you would see it. My current confession is that I HOPED you would see them. There seems to be no other way to get a dialog started with you.
Confession #3219
Dear long-term boyfriend,
I hate your ex-girlfriends. Every single one of them. I'm not a jealous person, but you stretched my patience beyond any limits. I thought I could be cool about them being in your circle of best friends, about you keeping in touch with them regularly.
But then I met them.
They hug you all the time. They kiss you on the cheek. They talk (to you, in front of me) about "old times", remembering the sweet moments of your relationship. And you think it's all NORMAL, that it's all within their right. I can tell that those bitches are staying close to you "just in case" you become single and they can jump you.
After really considering it, I realized that you treat me just like a friend, but with sex on the mix. You're a naturally considerate person to everyone; I'm not getting special treatment just because I'm your girlfriend. If I was, then you'd set limits, boundaries (besides the sex), to distinguish your FRIENDS from your GIRLFRIEND.
You're also the least romantic person I know. When was the last time you told me you loved me? Probably 6 months ago, and it was only an "I love you too" after I said it. I'm so in love with you, I've tried to express it with sweet gestures and small gifts, but your lack of response led me to give up. I gave up my dreams of romance to adapt to you, all the while feeling like something died inside of me.
I wish you'd get me a gift for my birthday... or for our anniversary... I don't even mention Valentine's. You choose to ignore those days completely, year after year, claiming you just couldn't think of anything. I wonder if I can stand this in the long-haul... surrounded by your clingy ex-girlfriends and your un-romantic self.
Confession #3220
Between my job, the things I have to do to keep you only moderately unhappy instead of loudly miserable, and your goddamn drinking, I count my happy creative productive times in minutes per week.
I really wish I hadn't married you.
I don’t tell you my strategy for winning Wii bicycling…even when we play as a team. I would rather lose as a team and still be able to beat you when we play against each other. It’s all in good fun, right?
Confession #3212
I really like when we used to sit in the tub, filled to the brim with bubbles and warm, soapy water, and draw pictures on each-others backs and try to guess what the picture is. I usually was a good guesser, but you are sometimes sneaky and you write in cursive to throw me off. This was comfort, home, and warmth to me. And then when you moved away for a full ride scholarship to medical school and we "took a break" I was insanely jealous of all the girls I envisioned in your tub with you. Anytime a girl you're facebook friends with tries to add me on facebook because I'm "suggested" to them since we're both friends I want to fucking rip their heads off. They know what they're doing. We're "still on a break" and I don't understand why you keep sending me requests to approve that we're "in a relationship". DENY TO THE MAX.
Confession #3213
i wish I could tell you that I feel miserable after having sex with you…because its always about pleasing you…yes I want to please you..because I want to be good at everything I do…but I wish someday you start thinking about my needs as well…I like to be touched, caressed and feel loved…I hate to be treated as a slave, reading your cues and giving in! in this whole year of marriage there is not a single time I have felt satisfied after making love…I just hate myself more everytime we have sex.
Confession #3214
when you go out of town for work it's hard taking care of the house and family alone, but I'm happier and love you more.
Confession #3215
When we met five years ago, I felt you were a gift to me from God. A young single mother used to doing everything on my own, you stepped right in to be a partner to me, and you fit in perfectly. Except that my friends stopped coming around much ....
And now I see why. Because if my daughter wasn't in love with her "daddy" and the daughter we have together didn't adore you so much, I'd tell you to hit the road and I'd gladly take on the challenges of life as a single mother again.
After everything you've put me through, I am no longer attracted you. I am no longer in love with you. And I have told you those things right to your face, back in November when I dumped you and you begged me to take you back.
But nothing changed. And that's why now I am only with you for your income and our children's sakes. There is another man I am madly in love with and would leave you for him in a second. Just the thought of the times I have shared with him gets me off. He is in college now, preparing for an attempt at a really great job. When he gets it and can provide for the family, I will take the girls and the dog and leave you without a second glance ... for a man who used to be your best friend a long time ago but now despises you because he knows the truth of what you are.
Confession #3216
You are not allowed to die, DO YOU HEAR ME? Yes, I am being hugely over dramatic. They haven't found anything... yet. But you were getting a vasectomy to spare me the invasive surgery and now they will be cutting you open for something "routine". ROUTINE MY FUCKING ASS. I, of course, have been an idiot and am reading up on your routine issue and procedure and quite FRANKLY I AM SCARED TO DEATH.
And I mean it no death ok?
Confession #3217
When you caught me cheating over a yr ago and you said "I want to work it out, let's seek counseling" and we "tried " to work out our awful marriage of 11 yrs......I never quit cheating......I have never loved you, I married you to get away from the parents I was never good enough for. When we got pregnant 14 months after we got married and you told me that you weren't ready for kids yet ( but you were the one that said "go off the pill and whenever we get pregnant will be great") and then it was too late so you said "maybe you should have an abortion" at that moment I knew I didn't respect you and I no longer loved you........I have cheated on you almost our whole marriage and have no intentions of stopping.....I'm comfortable with my lifestyle and I said I would stay for the kids and I will . When the twins leave for college I will be leaving as well. I am putting back "my allowance" in my own bank acct. You have no idea how much I really hate your guts. Thank god we don't have sex anymore !!!
Confession #3218
With every confession I sent in, I knew there was a chance you would see it. My current confession is that I HOPED you would see them. There seems to be no other way to get a dialog started with you.
Confession #3219
Dear long-term boyfriend,
I hate your ex-girlfriends. Every single one of them. I'm not a jealous person, but you stretched my patience beyond any limits. I thought I could be cool about them being in your circle of best friends, about you keeping in touch with them regularly.
But then I met them.
They hug you all the time. They kiss you on the cheek. They talk (to you, in front of me) about "old times", remembering the sweet moments of your relationship. And you think it's all NORMAL, that it's all within their right. I can tell that those bitches are staying close to you "just in case" you become single and they can jump you.
After really considering it, I realized that you treat me just like a friend, but with sex on the mix. You're a naturally considerate person to everyone; I'm not getting special treatment just because I'm your girlfriend. If I was, then you'd set limits, boundaries (besides the sex), to distinguish your FRIENDS from your GIRLFRIEND.
You're also the least romantic person I know. When was the last time you told me you loved me? Probably 6 months ago, and it was only an "I love you too" after I said it. I'm so in love with you, I've tried to express it with sweet gestures and small gifts, but your lack of response led me to give up. I gave up my dreams of romance to adapt to you, all the while feeling like something died inside of me.
I wish you'd get me a gift for my birthday... or for our anniversary... I don't even mention Valentine's. You choose to ignore those days completely, year after year, claiming you just couldn't think of anything. I wonder if I can stand this in the long-haul... surrounded by your clingy ex-girlfriends and your un-romantic self.
Confession #3220
Between my job, the things I have to do to keep you only moderately unhappy instead of loudly miserable, and your goddamn drinking, I count my happy creative productive times in minutes per week.
I really wish I hadn't married you.
Monday, January 24, 2011
True Wife Confessions Rule 34
Confession #331
You look so sexy in your new glasses I want to rip your clothes off every time I look at you.
Confession #332
We've been together for 2 1/2 years and it pisses me off to no end, that you still do not accept my kids as a part of us. You tell me you love me but once a month....I know you do, but it would make me feel so much better if you would tell me a bit more
Confession #333
Before we were engaged, I cheated on you. The "affair" lasted 6 months. The only reason I stayed with you was because he was moving out of state, and I didn't want to go. I have always regretted this, as he made me feel like a real person, and you just make me sad.
Confession #334
I can't believe how much you love me. I hope you never realize that I don't deserve you.
Confession #335
That night I super glued your butt shut, it was only because you would have woke up if I tried it on your mouth.
Confession #336
I love you so much that I will lie and say I fell off the porch to cover up the bruises the size of softballs on my arm that you with your own fist put on me. Yes, I still love you with all my heart. I never thought I would understand the women who stay.
Confession #337
You aren't really that hot in bed. All this while, I know I have been stoking that ego of yours, and I deserve an Oscar for my performances.
Confession #338
Sometimes when I am upset, it's not because I doubt your love or my own for you. It's because I love you so much it scares me!
Confession #339
I had 2 brief flings with people who didn't really matter anything to me towards the tail end of our relationship, because I felt you moving away. And now that I've found out that I was just the place holder till you found a replacement, I don't feel guilty about it anymore.
Confession #340
This morning, after I dropped off the girls at their respective day camps, I drove home like a bat out of hell just so that I could make love to you before you left for work.
You're an awesome husband, an excellent father and an amazing lover.
You're right, 3 kids and 12+ years later, it does keep getting better and better.
I love you. Thank you.
You look so sexy in your new glasses I want to rip your clothes off every time I look at you.
Confession #332
We've been together for 2 1/2 years and it pisses me off to no end, that you still do not accept my kids as a part of us. You tell me you love me but once a month....I know you do, but it would make me feel so much better if you would tell me a bit more
Confession #333
Before we were engaged, I cheated on you. The "affair" lasted 6 months. The only reason I stayed with you was because he was moving out of state, and I didn't want to go. I have always regretted this, as he made me feel like a real person, and you just make me sad.
Confession #334
I can't believe how much you love me. I hope you never realize that I don't deserve you.
Confession #335
That night I super glued your butt shut, it was only because you would have woke up if I tried it on your mouth.
Confession #336
I love you so much that I will lie and say I fell off the porch to cover up the bruises the size of softballs on my arm that you with your own fist put on me. Yes, I still love you with all my heart. I never thought I would understand the women who stay.
Confession #337
You aren't really that hot in bed. All this while, I know I have been stoking that ego of yours, and I deserve an Oscar for my performances.
Confession #338
Sometimes when I am upset, it's not because I doubt your love or my own for you. It's because I love you so much it scares me!
Confession #339
I had 2 brief flings with people who didn't really matter anything to me towards the tail end of our relationship, because I felt you moving away. And now that I've found out that I was just the place holder till you found a replacement, I don't feel guilty about it anymore.
Confession #340
This morning, after I dropped off the girls at their respective day camps, I drove home like a bat out of hell just so that I could make love to you before you left for work.
You're an awesome husband, an excellent father and an amazing lover.
You're right, 3 kids and 12+ years later, it does keep getting better and better.
I love you. Thank you.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
True Wife Confessions 320
Confession #3191
I have been gathering the things you left behind when you moved in August.
I just sent them all to you in a box. It felt really good to get the last reminders of you out of my life. I still miss you terribly, I still love you, but I will never allow anyone to treat me with so little regard again.
Confession #3192
Yes, it is perfectly okay with me if you convert part of the garage into a room for your musical instruments and a place where you can do recording. I know you were surprised by my answer. But, first you have to clean out the garage, buy supplies and actually frame and build the thing so I know it'll never happen. So, sure! Build away!
Confession #3193
I hate that you do chart-topping, jaw-dropping, record-breaking, awe-inspiring, come-early-leave-late, mindblowingly amazing, 110% work for your boss, but do substandard, corner-cutting, second-rate, low-effort, low-result, piss-poor, trifling-ass work at home for your family. God, I really fucking hate that.
Confession #3194
Christmas was lovely... but with what you spent you could of got the ring... just tell me you don't want to get married and get it over with please.
Confession #3195
You may act like a horse's ass most of the time, but your body turns me on more than anyone I've ever been with. For that reason alone, I will always be under your spell.
Confession #3196
YOU left ME, not the other way around...... You chose to walk out after 7 years and 3 children! You chose to cheat with an obscene amount of women YOU! Now when the dust has settled and I'm happy and dating again and you see that so you decide to try and come back??????? UMMMMMM ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY????? You put me through hell and I stood by you up until the day I signed our divorce papers.... I told u I would forgive u and we could move on as a family but if u took it to the point of me signing the papers I wouldn't look back........ U can thank yourself for that!
Confession #3197
You often told me that I was the best thing that ever happened to you. You asked me time and again what did you do to deserve such a great girlfriend. When I told you time and again that I was unhappy, you told me that I deserved a better boyfriend. I finally realized that you are right and have broken up with you. Now you are moving out of our home and into your parents' basement that reeks of cat piss to sleep on a fold-out couch, "only for the next year or so". You have sellable assets and enough money that you could live on your own and have a decent life right now. I could ask why you are self destructing, why you are opting for the worst of all possible choices, but instead I will just smile and count the days until you are gone.
Confession #3198
I find it fascinating that the two days I stated I'm going to need a lot of help around the house, the day before our Christmas party and the days before my parents arrive for New Year's, you get sick. Convenient that. Even more convenient that it's always some 24 hour thing so you can enjoy the events but don't have to actually do any cleaning before them.
Confession #3199
I left gingerbread crumbs on the counter. You left nuggets of corn floating in the toilet.
I was so astonished when you got all puff-faced and snapped at me "Why don't you grow up?" that I just stood and stared. I really couldn't comprehend that you, Mister Corn Ass, were complaining that I had left a goddamn gingerbread crumb (from the gingerbread that I made) on the counter (that I cleaned) this morning before going to my job (that pays for the corn that is apparently too sturdy for you, you delicate flower, to flush).
You disgust me.
Confession #3200
We were together for 12 years. We have two beautiful children. And your priority was always your mates, your four wheel driving, and then us. You spent most weekends away from us, baffled by the fact that I didn’t want to spend two endless days listening to you and your drunken mates talk about cars. You wouldn’t go away for a weekend unless your mates came too, and only if it was to somewhere we had to camp. I have OCD and small children. I HATE sand and dirt, yet you insisted it was all in my head. I had post natal depression, you told me to get over it. But you know what hurt the most. The constant rejection of my physical advances towards you. If there is an excuse for not having sex that I haven’t heard, I’d be interested to hear it. I kept myself in pretty good shape, I tried my best to peak your interest. I never begrudged you your weekends with your mates, because you worked your arse off so I could stay at home and be a mum. I asked you to let me know whether or not to keep dinner warm for you, but never what time you’ll be home. I ran our home and cared for our kids single handedly.
Last Christmas I found out you were having an affair with our neighbour and friend (also the married mother of our eldest child’s best friend). On one hand I was thrilled that I could finally be free of a stifling marriage. On the other hand, you deserved to feel guilty after what you did and the years you took me for granted.
We’ve been separated for a year and I can still make you feel awful by throwing in your face that you left us for her. I love that little bit of power I have over you after years of being put down and made to feel worthless. So here’s my little secret. The reason I stopped asking you for sex was because I found other men who never turned me down. Two were from work, the other was your best mate. It wasn’t about the sex, it was about feeling wanted and desired. I also loved the fact that we were laughing at you behind your back and you were too obtuse to realise what was going on.
I hope you and your clingy, possessive older woman have a happy future together. As for me, I’m loving spending every day without you and listening to my children talk about our family (which doesn’t include you).
I have been gathering the things you left behind when you moved in August.
I just sent them all to you in a box. It felt really good to get the last reminders of you out of my life. I still miss you terribly, I still love you, but I will never allow anyone to treat me with so little regard again.
Confession #3192
Yes, it is perfectly okay with me if you convert part of the garage into a room for your musical instruments and a place where you can do recording. I know you were surprised by my answer. But, first you have to clean out the garage, buy supplies and actually frame and build the thing so I know it'll never happen. So, sure! Build away!
Confession #3193
I hate that you do chart-topping, jaw-dropping, record-breaking, awe-inspiring, come-early-leave-late, mindblowingly amazing, 110% work for your boss, but do substandard, corner-cutting, second-rate, low-effort, low-result, piss-poor, trifling-ass work at home for your family. God, I really fucking hate that.
Confession #3194
Christmas was lovely... but with what you spent you could of got the ring... just tell me you don't want to get married and get it over with please.
Confession #3195
You may act like a horse's ass most of the time, but your body turns me on more than anyone I've ever been with. For that reason alone, I will always be under your spell.
Confession #3196
YOU left ME, not the other way around...... You chose to walk out after 7 years and 3 children! You chose to cheat with an obscene amount of women YOU! Now when the dust has settled and I'm happy and dating again and you see that so you decide to try and come back??????? UMMMMMM ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY????? You put me through hell and I stood by you up until the day I signed our divorce papers.... I told u I would forgive u and we could move on as a family but if u took it to the point of me signing the papers I wouldn't look back........ U can thank yourself for that!
Confession #3197
You often told me that I was the best thing that ever happened to you. You asked me time and again what did you do to deserve such a great girlfriend. When I told you time and again that I was unhappy, you told me that I deserved a better boyfriend. I finally realized that you are right and have broken up with you. Now you are moving out of our home and into your parents' basement that reeks of cat piss to sleep on a fold-out couch, "only for the next year or so". You have sellable assets and enough money that you could live on your own and have a decent life right now. I could ask why you are self destructing, why you are opting for the worst of all possible choices, but instead I will just smile and count the days until you are gone.
Confession #3198
I find it fascinating that the two days I stated I'm going to need a lot of help around the house, the day before our Christmas party and the days before my parents arrive for New Year's, you get sick. Convenient that. Even more convenient that it's always some 24 hour thing so you can enjoy the events but don't have to actually do any cleaning before them.
Confession #3199
I left gingerbread crumbs on the counter. You left nuggets of corn floating in the toilet.
I was so astonished when you got all puff-faced and snapped at me "Why don't you grow up?" that I just stood and stared. I really couldn't comprehend that you, Mister Corn Ass, were complaining that I had left a goddamn gingerbread crumb (from the gingerbread that I made) on the counter (that I cleaned) this morning before going to my job (that pays for the corn that is apparently too sturdy for you, you delicate flower, to flush).
You disgust me.
Confession #3200
We were together for 12 years. We have two beautiful children. And your priority was always your mates, your four wheel driving, and then us. You spent most weekends away from us, baffled by the fact that I didn’t want to spend two endless days listening to you and your drunken mates talk about cars. You wouldn’t go away for a weekend unless your mates came too, and only if it was to somewhere we had to camp. I have OCD and small children. I HATE sand and dirt, yet you insisted it was all in my head. I had post natal depression, you told me to get over it. But you know what hurt the most. The constant rejection of my physical advances towards you. If there is an excuse for not having sex that I haven’t heard, I’d be interested to hear it. I kept myself in pretty good shape, I tried my best to peak your interest. I never begrudged you your weekends with your mates, because you worked your arse off so I could stay at home and be a mum. I asked you to let me know whether or not to keep dinner warm for you, but never what time you’ll be home. I ran our home and cared for our kids single handedly.
Last Christmas I found out you were having an affair with our neighbour and friend (also the married mother of our eldest child’s best friend). On one hand I was thrilled that I could finally be free of a stifling marriage. On the other hand, you deserved to feel guilty after what you did and the years you took me for granted.
We’ve been separated for a year and I can still make you feel awful by throwing in your face that you left us for her. I love that little bit of power I have over you after years of being put down and made to feel worthless. So here’s my little secret. The reason I stopped asking you for sex was because I found other men who never turned me down. Two were from work, the other was your best mate. It wasn’t about the sex, it was about feeling wanted and desired. I also loved the fact that we were laughing at you behind your back and you were too obtuse to realise what was going on.
I hope you and your clingy, possessive older woman have a happy future together. As for me, I’m loving spending every day without you and listening to my children talk about our family (which doesn’t include you).
Monday, December 06, 2010
True Wife Confessions 33 Rolling Rock
Confession #321
Why must you call to tell me that the power just went out & you were about to make dinner, well..... ok, looks like we are having pb&j to eat & why must I call the power company to report the outage. After all if you can call a boat dealership to get a boat loan, then why is it so hard for you to call the energy company and let then know that we have no power!!! pussy
Confession #322
I had an abortion, right before we got married... I could never ever tell you this and never ever will! I feel like shit that you don't know anything about this and I thank God we have a beautiful little one now!
Confession #323
Sometimes, when we are having sex. I hurry things along because there is dramah on the message board I post at. Yes, I am more interested in reading the dramah, than having a quickie with you. Tuna Cones and sybermommys are far more entertaining.
Confession #324
You have given me more than I could have ever imagined.
I still get butterflies when I see you. After 8 years, you still make me giddy like you did when we first started dating.
When I look at our children and I see you in them, it makes me love you that much more. I know that your childhood was hard and you didn't have your mother and father around much, but you never show any resentment and somehow you know how to do everything for your children that your parents didn't do for you. You are my strength and my comfort. I could spend the day wrapped up in your arms. I take you for granted so many times, but when I stop to think about it, I can't believe I have someone as amazing as you. I know I say it everyday, but I mean this more than I can express: I love you. Thank you for being you.
Confession #325
The only reason i'm still with you is because he
wouldn't leave her for me. I've played the naive
victim role to keep you here. I still don't love you
and I don't know if I ever will but you are a decent
father and I don't want to get a job. I know I suck.
Confession #326
When you were out of town 2 years ago cheating on me, I was sleeping with your best friend. I just give you a hard time because I don't want you to be hurt the way I was hurt the 3 times you cheated on me.
Confession #327
When we fight or you make me feel bad about myself, I secretly think about the married man I slept with for two years before I married you. He wouldn't leave his wife and kids (though he said in the beginning that he was going to), but we've messaged each other recently and he still thinks of me as 'the one that got away'. I wish you knew that someone else wants me so you'd treat me better
Confession #328
I got engaged to you when I found out I was pregnant. When I lost the baby
I should have taken it as a sign to change the direction of my life, but I
didn't. I married you anyway, because I didn't want everyone to think that
I was just marrying you because of the baby. I was. Now I'm miserable
being married to you, and spend my days googling ex-boyfriends and dreaming
of ways to leave you.
Confession #329
I did know that the ice tea in the fridge was yours and that you were saving it. I was just thirsty and it looked good.
Confession #330
I start fights at bedtime so that you won't try to have sex with me.
Why must you call to tell me that the power just went out & you were about to make dinner, well..... ok, looks like we are having pb&j to eat & why must I call the power company to report the outage. After all if you can call a boat dealership to get a boat loan, then why is it so hard for you to call the energy company and let then know that we have no power!!! pussy
Confession #322
I had an abortion, right before we got married... I could never ever tell you this and never ever will! I feel like shit that you don't know anything about this and I thank God we have a beautiful little one now!
Confession #323
Sometimes, when we are having sex. I hurry things along because there is dramah on the message board I post at. Yes, I am more interested in reading the dramah, than having a quickie with you. Tuna Cones and sybermommys are far more entertaining.
Confession #324
You have given me more than I could have ever imagined.
I still get butterflies when I see you. After 8 years, you still make me giddy like you did when we first started dating.
When I look at our children and I see you in them, it makes me love you that much more. I know that your childhood was hard and you didn't have your mother and father around much, but you never show any resentment and somehow you know how to do everything for your children that your parents didn't do for you. You are my strength and my comfort. I could spend the day wrapped up in your arms. I take you for granted so many times, but when I stop to think about it, I can't believe I have someone as amazing as you. I know I say it everyday, but I mean this more than I can express: I love you. Thank you for being you.
Confession #325
The only reason i'm still with you is because he
wouldn't leave her for me. I've played the naive
victim role to keep you here. I still don't love you
and I don't know if I ever will but you are a decent
father and I don't want to get a job. I know I suck.
Confession #326
When you were out of town 2 years ago cheating on me, I was sleeping with your best friend. I just give you a hard time because I don't want you to be hurt the way I was hurt the 3 times you cheated on me.
Confession #327
When we fight or you make me feel bad about myself, I secretly think about the married man I slept with for two years before I married you. He wouldn't leave his wife and kids (though he said in the beginning that he was going to), but we've messaged each other recently and he still thinks of me as 'the one that got away'. I wish you knew that someone else wants me so you'd treat me better
Confession #328
I got engaged to you when I found out I was pregnant. When I lost the baby
I should have taken it as a sign to change the direction of my life, but I
didn't. I married you anyway, because I didn't want everyone to think that
I was just marrying you because of the baby. I was. Now I'm miserable
being married to you, and spend my days googling ex-boyfriends and dreaming
of ways to leave you.
Confession #329
I did know that the ice tea in the fridge was yours and that you were saving it. I was just thirsty and it looked good.
Confession #330
I start fights at bedtime so that you won't try to have sex with me.
Monday, November 22, 2010
True Wife Confessions 319 turkey feathers
Confession #3181
Sweetie, the coffee you make is like paint thinner. I don't know who told you at what point in your life that you made good coffee, but you don't...which is why I try to always "pick it up when I am out", even when you make me a pot in the morning. When you offer it to guests, I am always somewhat concerned if I should warn them off the toxic brew!
Confession #3182
As we try to plan our wedding and we are dealing with the impact the oil spill has had on your job and income, that is stressful on it's own. But all that you have taken on since I hurt my back in June- the housework and being the sole income.
I hate seeing everything fall on you and the craziness just got worse when I lost control of the PTSD and started having major anxiety and panic attacks. Like I told you, my aunt asked me if I was nervous about getting married again after my first marriage failed after 7 years married and 1 year dating. I told her I wasn't. You have stood by me through all of this and proposed over 2 months after I hurt my back. You tell me I am beautiful when I feel the world's ugliest from all the steroids. You have cried as you held me and I just fell apart because I am so tired of hurting and not being able to help out and can't stand what I see in the mirror.
I know I get snippy at times and I am sorry. It is mostly frustration with myself and what is going on with me that I end up wrongly taking out on you. Your mom amazes me. I can't say how much the support I have gotten from your sister has meant. I am so lucky to have you and I cannot wait to be your wife. I love you.
Confession #3183
We've had a nominally open marriage for five years. You've been with a couple of other women, and enjoyed it; until now, I've remained monogamous. Until now.
I've been dreaming about her for a year. She's been dreaming about me. We finally met again, and struck sparks off each other. I knew right away that it was time. She and I kissed for hours.
I brought her to meet you. I was so proud of you both: you for smiling sweetly and shaking the hand of my new lover, and her for having the courage to meet you, the primary partner in my life. And I felt so, so lucky.
I've never done this before. I know it could be complicated. But I adore you, my husband, and I cherish my new lover; you like and respect her, she adores her wife, and her wife hasn't met me but gives us her blessing. With all of us working hard to be open and real and loving, I think we have a shot at making something great.
Confession #3184
You are bipolar. I no longer see you as a 'go-getter' or intelligent. I don't care how often you try to convince yourself that you are not bipolar....I am not an idiot. I am a damn psych major, with 6 classes left, and as you belittle me and call me Dr. Phil, you are only upset because I figured you out. You cycle rapidly, you have cheated on me with men, you enjoy the sickest fetish I have ever seen....and NO---I will not participate in your disgusting acts of shoving things up your ass.(not that you have asked, but the thought of you in the shower alone with a shampoo bottle really really makes me nauseous). You also lie about the money you spend, put yourself first constantly, buy your own self things but get pissed at me when I spend money on the kids.....FOR THINGS THAT THEY NEED. You are so damn negative that I feel like I am suffocating in your presence. You spend zero time with any of the kids, you make promises you NEVER keep to them, and me. You only 'try' to change when I tell you I am fed up with the fighting, the nit picking, the ignoring, the selfishness. You are a HORRIBLE father. Thank God we do not have any children together. I raise your 2 boys, and my 3 kids while you sit your ass in front of the computer doing senseless things. I am tired of your justifying. Don't you ever come out of the bedroom again when I am out here reprimanding, that is the only time the kids even see you. They are all AFRAID of you. The only interactions you have with them are yelling. Screw you. Screw your drugged up baby mama that has caused so much drama, and got her kids taken away from her by CPS. I raise those kids while you play the 'wonderful father who has to clean up the fucked up mothers mess'. You always take credit for the stuff that I DO. You are the most self absorbed person I have ever met. You are the biggest liar I have ever met, and your friggin mean as hell. I am sick of you turning shit around on me. I told you last night for the first time ever that I think you're a bad father. You called me a fucking bitch. The truth must hurt you. Because you know I cook, clean, do homework, baths, and bed WITHOUT you. You sit your nasty ass at your desk and make videos, play games, get your own homework done, or go play in the garage with all of your new hunting gear that you spent almost 1,000 and will never use. I really hate how you put yourself first constantly! Yea, and I hate the fact that you feel the need to fart on EVERYONE ALL OF THE TIME. You are so damn fowl I swear. Maybe if you stopped shoving things up your ass you wouldn't have so much air to release you gross fucking pig. And I can't stand it when you walk around naked and shove your cock in my face like you do. I'd rather bite it off, and trust me, it isn't a way to turn me on.....AT ALL.
Confession #3185
I wish you'd warned me that by marrying you I was giving up sex and gifts.
Seriously, we've had no sex since the night before our wedding four years ago. And my birthday present from you this year -- the FIRST since we were married -- was a Starbucks card that I walked you to Starbucks to buy for me.
No sex and no presents. I suppose I should be glad you're not hassling me to give up cake.
Confession #3186
I love you darling. And I find myself heartbroken trying to figure out, why after everything we've been through and everything we've shared, you've chosen to abandon me the way you have. I understand and agree with what you did, but this... it's unbearable. I am more in love with you than you'll ever know, and some days I think that you don't even remember who I am anymore. What scares me the most is that I'm starting to hate you. Because I don't understand this anymore. I now think that everything you ever said to me was a lie, that you never really loved me at all. Maybe I was just a means to an end for you, but all I really wanted was for us to be a family again. If you want to continue on like this, if you don't really love me at all, if you think you can live the rest of your life without me... then go to hell. I hate you for throwing us away. Every time you think about me, though I doubt you ever will, I hope you burn with the regret of knowing how you broke me. Because the only unforgivable mistake you ever made, was abandoning me like the trash you apparently think I am. Congratulations, I'm the mistake! You live with the regret, you've destroyed me enough to last me a lifetime.
Confession #3187
I love my husband dearly. DEARLY. But I have suddenly developed a crush on his friend...and I have no idea why. He's not even all that hot. What is THAT about?
He's a very nice guy, and he's an artist, so I keep thinking maybe that's it...I'm an artist and so is he (though we are on two different ends of the spectrum art-wise). He's a redhead and I've always had a thing for redheads. I never felt anything towards this guy until recently and it just kind of snuck up and me and slapped me in the head. I don't talk to him regularly, I don't see him that often. I don't get it! If one is happily married, why would she crush on someone else? It's driving me nuts because I don't understand the attraction. Maybe I'm just bored and looking for someone else aside from my hubby to give me an ego boost by noticing I'm cute. Maybe I'm struggling with getting older and noticing the fine lines and not as perky breasts. Maybe I'm missing the butterflies one gets when first starting a relationship (my hubby and I have been together for 7 years).
I'm trying to put the kibosh on the fantasy but it's just so fun to fantasize...and I know that's all it can ever be. I don't think he's into me (like I said, we rarely see or talk to each other), nor do I want to succumb to that "grass is always greener" BS by doing something stupid that I would regret. My husband is a sweetheart and by all rights things are very good between us both in and out of the bedroom...so why is it that I keep thinking about this friend? Crap.
Confession #3188
Dear Dickhead I mean hubby,
After five years I have to say I’m still in disbelief at how quickly you changed. One minute you were the love of my life, sweet, wonderful, great with my son, and a communication pro. The next minute you were a raging drunk with a penchant towards violence and hateful words. Even though you’ve been sober over the last few years you still haven’t changed. If anything you’ve become even more controlling and angry. I’m no longer able to even keep anything I want in our room. Everything has to be your way even down to how many bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash etc. I can have in the shower. Maybe you should be happy about the fact that I want to take care of myself and I want to improve myself but you aren’t. You only put me down for it. You wonder all the time why I had an affair well guess what you would have one too if you were married to you. You don’t appreciate the fact that I work full time plus take care of the house and when your laid off you still expect me to do all the work at home and away from home. FUCK YOU. Then you have the nerve to complain when I don’t help out. YOU DON’T WORK. When I stayed home with the kids the house and the kids were my job. Cleaning, dinner and even the sex and the blow jobs. Everytime you get laid off you argue with me about me not doing enough to help you out. I don’t make dinner blah blah blah maybe I’m a little tired from the 2 hour commute and the 8 hours of work I just did. Just once I’d love to hear something nice come out of your mouth. Instead your just always complaining about me. It seems I don’t do anything right except for sucking your dick. What a lucky man you are you get to treat me like shit and yet you still manage to get laid three to four times a week. Lucky you that you are at least good in bed otherwise you’d be joining the ranks of my ex-husband. No pussy, no maid , lonely and miserable with only the kids to keep you company. I will say the only thing that has changed is that even though you complain about doing it at least now you help out a little. I guess you got tired of me bitching and moaning and then ultimately not doing it or maybe your just afraid that if you don’t shape up a little I might end up fucking someone else again. I hope some day soon you wake up and realize that I’m not that bad and that you should be more appreciative. I won’t hold my breath though.
Confession #3189
You,
You used to have my heart..........I was gaga over you, until you showed me that all you truely cared about was yourself and getting ahead in work......... When I found out I was pregnant I was scared but so happy, when I told you, you layed the guilt on thick and convinced me that this would ruin your career and your life and that I had to get an abortion which I swore I'd never do, I lost my family because of that but you promised me you'd spend the rest of your life trying to make it up to me. Then low and behold shit hit the fan and I'm the one left holding the bag and your nowhere to be found! I'm sad I didn't see your controlling selfishness sooner, I would have kept the baby and told u to go fuck yourself! Once right after the abortion you told me that you felt like u forced me into it and you felt incredibly guilty.... not wanting you to hurt I told you that I made the decision knowing it was best for us as a couple...... I lied I felt forced and everytime I have a nightmare and wake up screaming I hate u a little more! Like I said you used to have my heart......I used to be gaga over you...... You crushed my heart and stole a piece of my soul and ill never look at you the same again!
Confession #3190
It drives me crazy when you rush me to get out of the house. Mostly because I will be standing there with my coat on and ready to walk out the door while you spend the next 15 minutes wandering around the house getting ready. You say that I am slow in getting ready - HAH!
Sweetie, the coffee you make is like paint thinner. I don't know who told you at what point in your life that you made good coffee, but you don't...which is why I try to always "pick it up when I am out", even when you make me a pot in the morning. When you offer it to guests, I am always somewhat concerned if I should warn them off the toxic brew!
Confession #3182
As we try to plan our wedding and we are dealing with the impact the oil spill has had on your job and income, that is stressful on it's own. But all that you have taken on since I hurt my back in June- the housework and being the sole income.
I hate seeing everything fall on you and the craziness just got worse when I lost control of the PTSD and started having major anxiety and panic attacks. Like I told you, my aunt asked me if I was nervous about getting married again after my first marriage failed after 7 years married and 1 year dating. I told her I wasn't. You have stood by me through all of this and proposed over 2 months after I hurt my back. You tell me I am beautiful when I feel the world's ugliest from all the steroids. You have cried as you held me and I just fell apart because I am so tired of hurting and not being able to help out and can't stand what I see in the mirror.
I know I get snippy at times and I am sorry. It is mostly frustration with myself and what is going on with me that I end up wrongly taking out on you. Your mom amazes me. I can't say how much the support I have gotten from your sister has meant. I am so lucky to have you and I cannot wait to be your wife. I love you.
Confession #3183
We've had a nominally open marriage for five years. You've been with a couple of other women, and enjoyed it; until now, I've remained monogamous. Until now.
I've been dreaming about her for a year. She's been dreaming about me. We finally met again, and struck sparks off each other. I knew right away that it was time. She and I kissed for hours.
I brought her to meet you. I was so proud of you both: you for smiling sweetly and shaking the hand of my new lover, and her for having the courage to meet you, the primary partner in my life. And I felt so, so lucky.
I've never done this before. I know it could be complicated. But I adore you, my husband, and I cherish my new lover; you like and respect her, she adores her wife, and her wife hasn't met me but gives us her blessing. With all of us working hard to be open and real and loving, I think we have a shot at making something great.
Confession #3184
You are bipolar. I no longer see you as a 'go-getter' or intelligent. I don't care how often you try to convince yourself that you are not bipolar....I am not an idiot. I am a damn psych major, with 6 classes left, and as you belittle me and call me Dr. Phil, you are only upset because I figured you out. You cycle rapidly, you have cheated on me with men, you enjoy the sickest fetish I have ever seen....and NO---I will not participate in your disgusting acts of shoving things up your ass.(not that you have asked, but the thought of you in the shower alone with a shampoo bottle really really makes me nauseous). You also lie about the money you spend, put yourself first constantly, buy your own self things but get pissed at me when I spend money on the kids.....FOR THINGS THAT THEY NEED. You are so damn negative that I feel like I am suffocating in your presence. You spend zero time with any of the kids, you make promises you NEVER keep to them, and me. You only 'try' to change when I tell you I am fed up with the fighting, the nit picking, the ignoring, the selfishness. You are a HORRIBLE father. Thank God we do not have any children together. I raise your 2 boys, and my 3 kids while you sit your ass in front of the computer doing senseless things. I am tired of your justifying. Don't you ever come out of the bedroom again when I am out here reprimanding, that is the only time the kids even see you. They are all AFRAID of you. The only interactions you have with them are yelling. Screw you. Screw your drugged up baby mama that has caused so much drama, and got her kids taken away from her by CPS. I raise those kids while you play the 'wonderful father who has to clean up the fucked up mothers mess'. You always take credit for the stuff that I DO. You are the most self absorbed person I have ever met. You are the biggest liar I have ever met, and your friggin mean as hell. I am sick of you turning shit around on me. I told you last night for the first time ever that I think you're a bad father. You called me a fucking bitch. The truth must hurt you. Because you know I cook, clean, do homework, baths, and bed WITHOUT you. You sit your nasty ass at your desk and make videos, play games, get your own homework done, or go play in the garage with all of your new hunting gear that you spent almost 1,000 and will never use. I really hate how you put yourself first constantly! Yea, and I hate the fact that you feel the need to fart on EVERYONE ALL OF THE TIME. You are so damn fowl I swear. Maybe if you stopped shoving things up your ass you wouldn't have so much air to release you gross fucking pig. And I can't stand it when you walk around naked and shove your cock in my face like you do. I'd rather bite it off, and trust me, it isn't a way to turn me on.....AT ALL.
Confession #3185
I wish you'd warned me that by marrying you I was giving up sex and gifts.
Seriously, we've had no sex since the night before our wedding four years ago. And my birthday present from you this year -- the FIRST since we were married -- was a Starbucks card that I walked you to Starbucks to buy for me.
No sex and no presents. I suppose I should be glad you're not hassling me to give up cake.
Confession #3186
I love you darling. And I find myself heartbroken trying to figure out, why after everything we've been through and everything we've shared, you've chosen to abandon me the way you have. I understand and agree with what you did, but this... it's unbearable. I am more in love with you than you'll ever know, and some days I think that you don't even remember who I am anymore. What scares me the most is that I'm starting to hate you. Because I don't understand this anymore. I now think that everything you ever said to me was a lie, that you never really loved me at all. Maybe I was just a means to an end for you, but all I really wanted was for us to be a family again. If you want to continue on like this, if you don't really love me at all, if you think you can live the rest of your life without me... then go to hell. I hate you for throwing us away. Every time you think about me, though I doubt you ever will, I hope you burn with the regret of knowing how you broke me. Because the only unforgivable mistake you ever made, was abandoning me like the trash you apparently think I am. Congratulations, I'm the mistake! You live with the regret, you've destroyed me enough to last me a lifetime.
Confession #3187
I love my husband dearly. DEARLY. But I have suddenly developed a crush on his friend...and I have no idea why. He's not even all that hot. What is THAT about?
He's a very nice guy, and he's an artist, so I keep thinking maybe that's it...I'm an artist and so is he (though we are on two different ends of the spectrum art-wise). He's a redhead and I've always had a thing for redheads. I never felt anything towards this guy until recently and it just kind of snuck up and me and slapped me in the head. I don't talk to him regularly, I don't see him that often. I don't get it! If one is happily married, why would she crush on someone else? It's driving me nuts because I don't understand the attraction. Maybe I'm just bored and looking for someone else aside from my hubby to give me an ego boost by noticing I'm cute. Maybe I'm struggling with getting older and noticing the fine lines and not as perky breasts. Maybe I'm missing the butterflies one gets when first starting a relationship (my hubby and I have been together for 7 years).
I'm trying to put the kibosh on the fantasy but it's just so fun to fantasize...and I know that's all it can ever be. I don't think he's into me (like I said, we rarely see or talk to each other), nor do I want to succumb to that "grass is always greener" BS by doing something stupid that I would regret. My husband is a sweetheart and by all rights things are very good between us both in and out of the bedroom...so why is it that I keep thinking about this friend? Crap.
Confession #3188
Dear Dickhead I mean hubby,
After five years I have to say I’m still in disbelief at how quickly you changed. One minute you were the love of my life, sweet, wonderful, great with my son, and a communication pro. The next minute you were a raging drunk with a penchant towards violence and hateful words. Even though you’ve been sober over the last few years you still haven’t changed. If anything you’ve become even more controlling and angry. I’m no longer able to even keep anything I want in our room. Everything has to be your way even down to how many bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash etc. I can have in the shower. Maybe you should be happy about the fact that I want to take care of myself and I want to improve myself but you aren’t. You only put me down for it. You wonder all the time why I had an affair well guess what you would have one too if you were married to you. You don’t appreciate the fact that I work full time plus take care of the house and when your laid off you still expect me to do all the work at home and away from home. FUCK YOU. Then you have the nerve to complain when I don’t help out. YOU DON’T WORK. When I stayed home with the kids the house and the kids were my job. Cleaning, dinner and even the sex and the blow jobs. Everytime you get laid off you argue with me about me not doing enough to help you out. I don’t make dinner blah blah blah maybe I’m a little tired from the 2 hour commute and the 8 hours of work I just did. Just once I’d love to hear something nice come out of your mouth. Instead your just always complaining about me. It seems I don’t do anything right except for sucking your dick. What a lucky man you are you get to treat me like shit and yet you still manage to get laid three to four times a week. Lucky you that you are at least good in bed otherwise you’d be joining the ranks of my ex-husband. No pussy, no maid , lonely and miserable with only the kids to keep you company. I will say the only thing that has changed is that even though you complain about doing it at least now you help out a little. I guess you got tired of me bitching and moaning and then ultimately not doing it or maybe your just afraid that if you don’t shape up a little I might end up fucking someone else again. I hope some day soon you wake up and realize that I’m not that bad and that you should be more appreciative. I won’t hold my breath though.
Confession #3189
You,
You used to have my heart..........I was gaga over you, until you showed me that all you truely cared about was yourself and getting ahead in work......... When I found out I was pregnant I was scared but so happy, when I told you, you layed the guilt on thick and convinced me that this would ruin your career and your life and that I had to get an abortion which I swore I'd never do, I lost my family because of that but you promised me you'd spend the rest of your life trying to make it up to me. Then low and behold shit hit the fan and I'm the one left holding the bag and your nowhere to be found! I'm sad I didn't see your controlling selfishness sooner, I would have kept the baby and told u to go fuck yourself! Once right after the abortion you told me that you felt like u forced me into it and you felt incredibly guilty.... not wanting you to hurt I told you that I made the decision knowing it was best for us as a couple...... I lied I felt forced and everytime I have a nightmare and wake up screaming I hate u a little more! Like I said you used to have my heart......I used to be gaga over you...... You crushed my heart and stole a piece of my soul and ill never look at you the same again!
Confession #3190
It drives me crazy when you rush me to get out of the house. Mostly because I will be standing there with my coat on and ready to walk out the door while you spend the next 15 minutes wandering around the house getting ready. You say that I am slow in getting ready - HAH!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
You say Truu Wife, I say No.
Last week I wrote a pretty cathartic post on my home blog about an incident that happened to me in 2007.
I contended then, and still do, that my blog idea and name were lifted and used by someone who had prior knowledge of my blog...and had written a fan email with a request for me to give the content (for free) to the Huffington Post.
I felt pretty good after that post. I had finally spoken, out loud, what I had alluded to and danced around for three long years. I named the person - Romi Lasally.
There were lots of comments on that post, and some bridge re-building has begun with some bloggers. I am eternally grateful for that.
I am cross posting the entry I put up today.
Because this just can't continue. It isn't right.
********************************************************************
So, after thinking and listening and emailing and talking, I felt better about the situation around True Wife Confessions and the obvious derivation.
I decided to wander over and look at the site...You know, what the heck.
Which is when I saw "Truu Wife Confessions"
Oh Sweet Jeebus. My blood pressure rose dramatically.
But I did nothing at first. I thought. I meandered.
And then I emailed, through the website.
I stated that the title was derivative but for ONE letter, and I wanted it taken down.
The response?
Thanks for reaching out Dawn. This vertical has been up on the site for almost 2 years (since I relaunched truuconfessions.com).
Would you have any interest in taking this vertical over and using the confessional on your site and pulling your content into the truu blog?
truuconfessions works on a lifestage model (much like the knot, the nest, etc) and wives was always a category and then its own vertical. Just as the huffingtonpost creates "big news pages" around topics, that's all I did and continue to do with other topics.
I'm sorry for any bad blood in the past - no intention to "plagiarize" as u say. If you'd like to work together on this section (with a fair rev share split) I'd be happy to talk by phone or email.
Best,
Romi
Um, Hell No? Hell to the Nizzo?
My response:
No. I have no interest in partnering with you.
I want you to take it down, regardless of how long it has been up.
Dawn Rouse
Within Minutes, I got this:
Thanks for your quick response.
Sorry. I'm not going to go in and change the infrastructure of my site.
Best,
Romi
And My final response:
The concept and title is derivative of MY site, which has been in place since 2006.
The is my last request to take down that section. I should, by rights, ask for a portion of your revenue for the entire time you have been using the name. I am not.
Take down Truu Wife Confessions.
Dawn Rouse
Let's see what the next chapter brings.
Updated to add the Contact form for "Truu wife". Feel free to use it - Hell, even if you want to tell Romi that I am a spiteful bitch who should shut up. Just let your voice be heard. I am not being quiet this time around.
I contended then, and still do, that my blog idea and name were lifted and used by someone who had prior knowledge of my blog...and had written a fan email with a request for me to give the content (for free) to the Huffington Post.
I felt pretty good after that post. I had finally spoken, out loud, what I had alluded to and danced around for three long years. I named the person - Romi Lasally.
There were lots of comments on that post, and some bridge re-building has begun with some bloggers. I am eternally grateful for that.
I am cross posting the entry I put up today.
Because this just can't continue. It isn't right.
********************************************************************
So, after thinking and listening and emailing and talking, I felt better about the situation around True Wife Confessions and the obvious derivation.
I decided to wander over and look at the site...You know, what the heck.
Which is when I saw "Truu Wife Confessions"
Oh Sweet Jeebus. My blood pressure rose dramatically.
But I did nothing at first. I thought. I meandered.
And then I emailed, through the website.
I stated that the title was derivative but for ONE letter, and I wanted it taken down.
The response?
Thanks for reaching out Dawn. This vertical has been up on the site for almost 2 years (since I relaunched truuconfessions.com).
Would you have any interest in taking this vertical over and using the confessional on your site and pulling your content into the truu blog?
truuconfessions works on a lifestage model (much like the knot, the nest, etc) and wives was always a category and then its own vertical. Just as the huffingtonpost creates "big news pages" around topics, that's all I did and continue to do with other topics.
I'm sorry for any bad blood in the past - no intention to "plagiarize" as u say. If you'd like to work together on this section (with a fair rev share split) I'd be happy to talk by phone or email.
Best,
Romi
Um, Hell No? Hell to the Nizzo?
My response:
No. I have no interest in partnering with you.
I want you to take it down, regardless of how long it has been up.
Dawn Rouse
Within Minutes, I got this:
Thanks for your quick response.
Sorry. I'm not going to go in and change the infrastructure of my site.
Best,
Romi
And My final response:
The concept and title is derivative of MY site, which has been in place since 2006.
The is my last request to take down that section. I should, by rights, ask for a portion of your revenue for the entire time you have been using the name. I am not.
Take down Truu Wife Confessions.
Dawn Rouse
Let's see what the next chapter brings.
Updated to add the Contact form for "Truu wife". Feel free to use it - Hell, even if you want to tell Romi that I am a spiteful bitch who should shut up. Just let your voice be heard. I am not being quiet this time around.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
True Wife Confessions 318 pieces of halloween candy
Confession #3171
I have been taking care my dying father for a couple of months. You say that you can't complain, because I have to do it, but then you DO complain. Also, I have begged, whined, yelled, discussed, cried, and politely requested that you help around the house. You always say no, that vacuuming, pet care, etc. is my job, or you just shrug as I run around trying to lay everything out for the week in the three hours I have sometimes on weekends when my family helps. My dad CAN'T BE LEFT ALONE. I am the only one without kids. I bought you a video game for our anniversary, and now feel like I've drafted our divorce papers. You play every waking second, even when I cone home, having been given the night off by my family, who wants me to "have fun with my husband." Little do they know that i'll be ignored for the entire night.
Today you said you didn't want to see me. You were mad that I was upset that you didn't spend time with me when I came home, which you SAID we'd do. Not to mention the house literally stinks at times. I am working full time, caring for my father, taking care of our home and cooking for you, all while you gain weight so you can't fit into your clothes, and play that stupid fucking game. I never knew how truly childish and selfish you really were. You are not a grown-up. You have said you have no respect for me, that you have no respect for anyone but yourself. What in the heck is the matter with you?
My father told me that the money he leaves me is not to go to you, or my sibling's spouse, either, that it's for US. I thought we were one flesh, should share, etc., but now I would say to my dad, fucking-a right! I'm not paying off your irresponsibility just so you can leave or cheat in a debt-free environment. I really love you, and you have your awesome moments, but generally you're being an unbelievable, unhelpful prick. I am sorry, though, that when you said "at least I'm not disabled" I said "it feels like you are". It does feel like that, because you're glued to the couch, but I shouldn't have said it.
My confession is, divorce is not as unpalatable to me as it used to be. Also, with the way you acted today, I believe you're cheating on me. We could have spent the afternoon and evening together. It's a rare and beautifully warm day, but you didn't want to see my face and went "shopping" instead. Weak.
Straighten up, you ridiculous asshole. Grow the fuck up, you gigantic child, before I truly begin to hate you instead of just being pissed.
Ps-at this rate, I think you'd make a shitty father and I'm glad we don't have kids yet.
Confession #3172
You know that dream I told you, where we got married and had two kids? It’s no longer my dream. Your immaturity and your indiference made me realize that I deserve someone who really loves me. Sometimes we’re so busy that we only see each other once a week… so would it kill you to text or call me at least once a day? I’m always the one reaching out, the one who can’t stand days of silence and missing your voice. And you know what? I don’t want to wait around for you to grow up and one day realizing I’m in my 30s and still living in my parents’ house, while you’re still trying (and failing) to graduate. In your mind, you’re still stuck in your teenage years and always will be. You’re a spoiled brat, wanting to live off your parents until you’re old, not having any ambitions of your own! One day I’ll find someone who will walk by my side, not someone I have to drag around like you.
Confession #3173
Sometimes I step back and realize I'm married to a racist, size-ist, sexist alcoholic, and I just can't believe I did this to myself.
Sometimes I believe I let it happen so that you'd be forced to release your carcinogenic anger. (Hey, you're 240 days sober. It's a start.) Sometimes I believe I deserve an open-minded, self-aware husband who thinks before he opens his mouth and spews hate, and even realizes why the hate and disdain doesn't make sense, and that one day I'm going to have one of those husbands, and it'll be you.
But most times I believe I don't deserve any better. I deserve to be stuck here.
Confession #3174
I love you. You are the most amazing thing that has ever been mine. Sometimes I neglect you. I become irratated with my responsibilities and my desires and I forget that you have them too. I forget that it is you, not me, that wakes up and heads off to work at 4:30 AM. I forget that it is you that then comes home and sits beside me, spending your time with me instead of your friends. That it is you that continually reminds me that men are not all bad. And that bad can go good and not just the other way around.
I noticed your absyss yesterday, the one you got from shooting herion before you met me. I looked back at the pictures of us. You're the only man who has ever treated me right and I remembered the story you told me, when you were in prison having withdrawals. Shaking and crying out on a cold prision floor while the guards made fun of you. I wish I had been there then.
Then I remind myself that I am here now. My head on your chest as you caress my bare back and think only of me, not of other women. You are a changed man and you give me the best you can. You deserve the same. I'm sorry.
Confession #3175
He had been looking for me for years, he said. He kept checking all the social network sites to see if I was out there, somewhere (I’m not). And three months ago, after nearly 28 years, he found me through a professional network site. I nearly fainted when I got the first email, asking if I used to be (the name he knew me by). This man was probably the biggest influence in my life on the person I was to become – all in good ways. But he broke my heart. I left him in California, came home to the Midwest and never sought him out again. I wanted to – oh, how I wanted to – but I didn’t. I was too proud.
He’s happily married with two small children – this man who said he would NEVER get married and NEVER wanted kids. He lives in Ireland now. I’m happily married to the father of our two mostly grown children and live 6 time zones away from him.
He told me that he’s thought about me once a week for 28 years and wondered where I was and how my life turned out. My picture is on the website and his 2nd email to me said ‘You’re more beautiful than I could have imagined.’
I probably should have stopped this. But the very idea that he’d been thinking of me even more often over the years than I had thought of him was an ego boost of major proportion.
I didn’t tell my husband he contacted me. We correspond through my work email solely. The messages have settled into a friendly pattern. Nothing will come of this – I quit loving him in that way literally decades ago. But I’m not going to tell my husband.
I’m keeping this all for myself – I haven’t told a soul. I cherish pondering the fact that I truly did mean as much to him as he did to me. It’s a little box of joy I can open in my mind any time that I need it.
Confession #3176
Hi Honey;
I just surfed through some wife rants. Some of these women are hurt and abused, some are just assholes. I decided that I am not going to "let it all hang out", but I will hang out most of it.
Foremost, I love you, I love your mind, I love your body. I wish you would share more of them with me. Your son and I are doing some cleaning, I do not know how far it will go, but we are trying.
I know I am an asshole with the budget, I will try and do better.
You, possibly because you are very tired, have put me through physical hell lately. When we were first married, you wanted sex once, maybe twice a month, and even then it did not seem that you really wanted it. Through the middle years, things got some better, but I still got more sex from my hand than I did from / with you. They say that a woman's high drive years are her 30's, and those are behind us. You now are premenopausal, and I am scared shitless, that the rest of my sex life is going to be like those first years.
We have not made love in nearly two weeks. In the past days, I have been torn apart physically and mentally. Physically, it feels like I have a headache in my prostrate, and the pain from this has gone as high as mid back. Emotionally and mentally, I have been on a roller coaster from hell. I hate masturbation, even though I do it, and I have not done it recently. I WANT MY WIFE.
I have thought about getting a friend with benefits. I have thought about leaving. I thought this morning that its to bad one man can only be married to one woman, that with multiples, there would be more income, more help domestically, and more sex. But that is not right.
I love you, and I guess I love you enough to endure what I am going through. I hate that one of these nights you will be just amourous enough to give it up, and then the hell cycle of "oh, yeah that was nice", "man I miss her", no sex, but cuddle me, "I am coming apart at the seems, its been two weeks", will start again. I am about ready to forget the whole sex thing, but the hell of it is, I am probably too horny to do so.
I am happy with you - you are a wonderful person, but I am not happy emotionally or physically .I need you more, it seems, than you need me. You can enjoy yourself at the computer, and get cuddled when we sleep, and it is enough. IT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR ME, I am dying inside, I want to date you, talk with you, kiss you and F**CK THE SH*T out of you.
I enjoy what sex we have, because I really enjoy / get off pleasing you. I have told you that I need to be touched and how, yet you cannot seem to bring yourself to be interested enough in me / sex to do it. I am really having a tough time here. As hard as I can, I am yours forever, but if I would ever do anything I shouldn't, know that its not all me.
I love you very much, enough to put up with life as it is, and if I can endure it, life with little to no sex. Please don't make me live there
Your Husband
Confession #3177
I love you husband. You are my perfect match in every way. For 8 years we were so close and completely in love. I don't doubt that you love me now, you just love money more. I hate the fact that it is so important for you to work late every night, we are not hurting for money. I understand your need to secure the future for our family, but if you continue to neglect the security of our relationship you will have no family in the future. I never thought I was the type of person to cheat, but I met someone who makes me feel like I'm important, beautiful and alive. We talk all throughout the day. Even though I know it's probably fake, I still enjoy knowing someone will answer when I call and not want to hang up. But he is not what or who I want- I want YOU and I want back what we used to have in the beginning. Please listen to me and don't ignore what I have been saying for so long. I don't want to hurt you but I fear that this man is eroding my thick "I'm married" barrier far more quickly than I thought.
Confession #3178
You make me feel so ugly and I don't know how to stop from hating myself for hating you. Why am I not enough? No matter what I do- no matter what new clothes I buy or how much I work out or how much weight I lose you still don't want me, you still don't touch me, you still hide and find all the ways you can to look at and look for naked photos of other women online. Do you think I believed you that the dating site memberships I found on you really belonged to someone else? The memberships dating back through our entire marriage, engagement, and dating relationship. I don't even know you any more and I worry you are having an affair and just hope I catch you undeniably if you are. You find ways to avoid me and lie and tell me you are too tired for me to touch you. I lied when I pretended I didn't know what that crust in your underwear was. I just wanted you to know I find it. Asshole. I want to save enough money to get the hell out and divorce your sorry lying ass.
Confession #3179
You quit drinking (again-- and hopefully for the last time) and I want to tell everyone how proud I am of you but that would require divulging personal things to people who really don't need to know. But I am proud of you. I can't imagine what you deal with in your head on a daily basis and I wish I could do something to fix that, but I know (and you know, too) that alcohol only makes it worse. I can't imagine my life without you, my mind goes blank, and I would do anything to keep us together and happy. Anything. I love you. P.S. Being sober makes your dick harder---another plus!
Confession #3180
I let you change me. How did i end up here with someone so unmotivated, unconfident, socially awkward and with a beer
belly? I don't understand how a person gets gout so many times and continues to suck food down like a vacuum. To make
matters worse you refuse to see a doctor.
I try and try to encourage and support you in the 9 years we've been together. You have so many resources at your hands
but yet you choose to work in a retail store for someone else instead of creating your own business, which you have the
talent to do. Your boss offered to sell you his business and you are still thinking about it. You are too old for this
shit. Get off your ass and open your own business. I offered to help write your business proposal and even suggested
business investors(your family member's who would say yes) and my help in running your business but yet it's all too
mature and serious for you to discuss ("I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW'). In my teens i made alot of
financially mistakes because of my disfunctional family life. I'm still financially paying for those mistakes and this
is holding me back in my career. I need to get my masters degree and bring this up for discussion all the time. Again
you have the finacial means to help me (us really) but you never say a word. You don't seem to understand that my
(financial) success is also your success. I would do anything in my power to help you improve yourself but i don't seem
to get the same from you.
I'm truly tired of this relationship and want you to be the one to end it. I can't find it in myself to end it with you
for the third time (you get so depressed). I truly thought i loved you and would be with you because we share so many
laughs. I'm tired of staying in all the time. We argue so much because you try to control me and attack my personality because you are unhappy with your own and you really have no close friends. I find your controlling behaviour emotionally abusive and when i say so you become enraged. I'm tired of your jealousy and have explained i will not allow you to dictate my friendships.
Please hurry up and end this because someone else has my attention now and he is just waiting for me and has no idea i feel the same way. I have known him much longer then you and never paid him any attention. Well since he relocated to our city, i just realized he has all the qualities i have always needed in a man. You are not a man but a mama's boy.
I can't even bear to see you naked anymore and would rather masturbate because i find you physically unattractive. And yes you are right when you say people must wonder why i am with you.
I have been taking care my dying father for a couple of months. You say that you can't complain, because I have to do it, but then you DO complain. Also, I have begged, whined, yelled, discussed, cried, and politely requested that you help around the house. You always say no, that vacuuming, pet care, etc. is my job, or you just shrug as I run around trying to lay everything out for the week in the three hours I have sometimes on weekends when my family helps. My dad CAN'T BE LEFT ALONE. I am the only one without kids. I bought you a video game for our anniversary, and now feel like I've drafted our divorce papers. You play every waking second, even when I cone home, having been given the night off by my family, who wants me to "have fun with my husband." Little do they know that i'll be ignored for the entire night.
Today you said you didn't want to see me. You were mad that I was upset that you didn't spend time with me when I came home, which you SAID we'd do. Not to mention the house literally stinks at times. I am working full time, caring for my father, taking care of our home and cooking for you, all while you gain weight so you can't fit into your clothes, and play that stupid fucking game. I never knew how truly childish and selfish you really were. You are not a grown-up. You have said you have no respect for me, that you have no respect for anyone but yourself. What in the heck is the matter with you?
My father told me that the money he leaves me is not to go to you, or my sibling's spouse, either, that it's for US. I thought we were one flesh, should share, etc., but now I would say to my dad, fucking-a right! I'm not paying off your irresponsibility just so you can leave or cheat in a debt-free environment. I really love you, and you have your awesome moments, but generally you're being an unbelievable, unhelpful prick. I am sorry, though, that when you said "at least I'm not disabled" I said "it feels like you are". It does feel like that, because you're glued to the couch, but I shouldn't have said it.
My confession is, divorce is not as unpalatable to me as it used to be. Also, with the way you acted today, I believe you're cheating on me. We could have spent the afternoon and evening together. It's a rare and beautifully warm day, but you didn't want to see my face and went "shopping" instead. Weak.
Straighten up, you ridiculous asshole. Grow the fuck up, you gigantic child, before I truly begin to hate you instead of just being pissed.
Ps-at this rate, I think you'd make a shitty father and I'm glad we don't have kids yet.
Confession #3172
You know that dream I told you, where we got married and had two kids? It’s no longer my dream. Your immaturity and your indiference made me realize that I deserve someone who really loves me. Sometimes we’re so busy that we only see each other once a week… so would it kill you to text or call me at least once a day? I’m always the one reaching out, the one who can’t stand days of silence and missing your voice. And you know what? I don’t want to wait around for you to grow up and one day realizing I’m in my 30s and still living in my parents’ house, while you’re still trying (and failing) to graduate. In your mind, you’re still stuck in your teenage years and always will be. You’re a spoiled brat, wanting to live off your parents until you’re old, not having any ambitions of your own! One day I’ll find someone who will walk by my side, not someone I have to drag around like you.
Confession #3173
Sometimes I step back and realize I'm married to a racist, size-ist, sexist alcoholic, and I just can't believe I did this to myself.
Sometimes I believe I let it happen so that you'd be forced to release your carcinogenic anger. (Hey, you're 240 days sober. It's a start.) Sometimes I believe I deserve an open-minded, self-aware husband who thinks before he opens his mouth and spews hate, and even realizes why the hate and disdain doesn't make sense, and that one day I'm going to have one of those husbands, and it'll be you.
But most times I believe I don't deserve any better. I deserve to be stuck here.
Confession #3174
I love you. You are the most amazing thing that has ever been mine. Sometimes I neglect you. I become irratated with my responsibilities and my desires and I forget that you have them too. I forget that it is you, not me, that wakes up and heads off to work at 4:30 AM. I forget that it is you that then comes home and sits beside me, spending your time with me instead of your friends. That it is you that continually reminds me that men are not all bad. And that bad can go good and not just the other way around.
I noticed your absyss yesterday, the one you got from shooting herion before you met me. I looked back at the pictures of us. You're the only man who has ever treated me right and I remembered the story you told me, when you were in prison having withdrawals. Shaking and crying out on a cold prision floor while the guards made fun of you. I wish I had been there then.
Then I remind myself that I am here now. My head on your chest as you caress my bare back and think only of me, not of other women. You are a changed man and you give me the best you can. You deserve the same. I'm sorry.
Confession #3175
He had been looking for me for years, he said. He kept checking all the social network sites to see if I was out there, somewhere (I’m not). And three months ago, after nearly 28 years, he found me through a professional network site. I nearly fainted when I got the first email, asking if I used to be (the name he knew me by). This man was probably the biggest influence in my life on the person I was to become – all in good ways. But he broke my heart. I left him in California, came home to the Midwest and never sought him out again. I wanted to – oh, how I wanted to – but I didn’t. I was too proud.
He’s happily married with two small children – this man who said he would NEVER get married and NEVER wanted kids. He lives in Ireland now. I’m happily married to the father of our two mostly grown children and live 6 time zones away from him.
He told me that he’s thought about me once a week for 28 years and wondered where I was and how my life turned out. My picture is on the website and his 2nd email to me said ‘You’re more beautiful than I could have imagined.’
I probably should have stopped this. But the very idea that he’d been thinking of me even more often over the years than I had thought of him was an ego boost of major proportion.
I didn’t tell my husband he contacted me. We correspond through my work email solely. The messages have settled into a friendly pattern. Nothing will come of this – I quit loving him in that way literally decades ago. But I’m not going to tell my husband.
I’m keeping this all for myself – I haven’t told a soul. I cherish pondering the fact that I truly did mean as much to him as he did to me. It’s a little box of joy I can open in my mind any time that I need it.
Confession #3176
Hi Honey;
I just surfed through some wife rants. Some of these women are hurt and abused, some are just assholes. I decided that I am not going to "let it all hang out", but I will hang out most of it.
Foremost, I love you, I love your mind, I love your body. I wish you would share more of them with me. Your son and I are doing some cleaning, I do not know how far it will go, but we are trying.
I know I am an asshole with the budget, I will try and do better.
You, possibly because you are very tired, have put me through physical hell lately. When we were first married, you wanted sex once, maybe twice a month, and even then it did not seem that you really wanted it. Through the middle years, things got some better, but I still got more sex from my hand than I did from / with you. They say that a woman's high drive years are her 30's, and those are behind us. You now are premenopausal, and I am scared shitless, that the rest of my sex life is going to be like those first years.
We have not made love in nearly two weeks. In the past days, I have been torn apart physically and mentally. Physically, it feels like I have a headache in my prostrate, and the pain from this has gone as high as mid back. Emotionally and mentally, I have been on a roller coaster from hell. I hate masturbation, even though I do it, and I have not done it recently. I WANT MY WIFE.
I have thought about getting a friend with benefits. I have thought about leaving. I thought this morning that its to bad one man can only be married to one woman, that with multiples, there would be more income, more help domestically, and more sex. But that is not right.
I love you, and I guess I love you enough to endure what I am going through. I hate that one of these nights you will be just amourous enough to give it up, and then the hell cycle of "oh, yeah that was nice", "man I miss her", no sex, but cuddle me, "I am coming apart at the seems, its been two weeks", will start again. I am about ready to forget the whole sex thing, but the hell of it is, I am probably too horny to do so.
I am happy with you - you are a wonderful person, but I am not happy emotionally or physically .I need you more, it seems, than you need me. You can enjoy yourself at the computer, and get cuddled when we sleep, and it is enough. IT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR ME, I am dying inside, I want to date you, talk with you, kiss you and F**CK THE SH*T out of you.
I enjoy what sex we have, because I really enjoy / get off pleasing you. I have told you that I need to be touched and how, yet you cannot seem to bring yourself to be interested enough in me / sex to do it. I am really having a tough time here. As hard as I can, I am yours forever, but if I would ever do anything I shouldn't, know that its not all me.
I love you very much, enough to put up with life as it is, and if I can endure it, life with little to no sex. Please don't make me live there
Your Husband
Confession #3177
I love you husband. You are my perfect match in every way. For 8 years we were so close and completely in love. I don't doubt that you love me now, you just love money more. I hate the fact that it is so important for you to work late every night, we are not hurting for money. I understand your need to secure the future for our family, but if you continue to neglect the security of our relationship you will have no family in the future. I never thought I was the type of person to cheat, but I met someone who makes me feel like I'm important, beautiful and alive. We talk all throughout the day. Even though I know it's probably fake, I still enjoy knowing someone will answer when I call and not want to hang up. But he is not what or who I want- I want YOU and I want back what we used to have in the beginning. Please listen to me and don't ignore what I have been saying for so long. I don't want to hurt you but I fear that this man is eroding my thick "I'm married" barrier far more quickly than I thought.
Confession #3178
You make me feel so ugly and I don't know how to stop from hating myself for hating you. Why am I not enough? No matter what I do- no matter what new clothes I buy or how much I work out or how much weight I lose you still don't want me, you still don't touch me, you still hide and find all the ways you can to look at and look for naked photos of other women online. Do you think I believed you that the dating site memberships I found on you really belonged to someone else? The memberships dating back through our entire marriage, engagement, and dating relationship. I don't even know you any more and I worry you are having an affair and just hope I catch you undeniably if you are. You find ways to avoid me and lie and tell me you are too tired for me to touch you. I lied when I pretended I didn't know what that crust in your underwear was. I just wanted you to know I find it. Asshole. I want to save enough money to get the hell out and divorce your sorry lying ass.
Confession #3179
You quit drinking (again-- and hopefully for the last time) and I want to tell everyone how proud I am of you but that would require divulging personal things to people who really don't need to know. But I am proud of you. I can't imagine what you deal with in your head on a daily basis and I wish I could do something to fix that, but I know (and you know, too) that alcohol only makes it worse. I can't imagine my life without you, my mind goes blank, and I would do anything to keep us together and happy. Anything. I love you. P.S. Being sober makes your dick harder---another plus!
Confession #3180
I let you change me. How did i end up here with someone so unmotivated, unconfident, socially awkward and with a beer
belly? I don't understand how a person gets gout so many times and continues to suck food down like a vacuum. To make
matters worse you refuse to see a doctor.
I try and try to encourage and support you in the 9 years we've been together. You have so many resources at your hands
but yet you choose to work in a retail store for someone else instead of creating your own business, which you have the
talent to do. Your boss offered to sell you his business and you are still thinking about it. You are too old for this
shit. Get off your ass and open your own business. I offered to help write your business proposal and even suggested
business investors(your family member's who would say yes) and my help in running your business but yet it's all too
mature and serious for you to discuss ("I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW'). In my teens i made alot of
financially mistakes because of my disfunctional family life. I'm still financially paying for those mistakes and this
is holding me back in my career. I need to get my masters degree and bring this up for discussion all the time. Again
you have the finacial means to help me (us really) but you never say a word. You don't seem to understand that my
(financial) success is also your success. I would do anything in my power to help you improve yourself but i don't seem
to get the same from you.
I'm truly tired of this relationship and want you to be the one to end it. I can't find it in myself to end it with you
for the third time (you get so depressed). I truly thought i loved you and would be with you because we share so many
laughs. I'm tired of staying in all the time. We argue so much because you try to control me and attack my personality because you are unhappy with your own and you really have no close friends. I find your controlling behaviour emotionally abusive and when i say so you become enraged. I'm tired of your jealousy and have explained i will not allow you to dictate my friendships.
Please hurry up and end this because someone else has my attention now and he is just waiting for me and has no idea i feel the same way. I have known him much longer then you and never paid him any attention. Well since he relocated to our city, i just realized he has all the qualities i have always needed in a man. You are not a man but a mama's boy.
I can't even bear to see you naked anymore and would rather masturbate because i find you physically unattractive. And yes you are right when you say people must wonder why i am with you.
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