Flippin the Script

All right. I can't tell you how much I have loved all of the stories. Seriously. I was in my Curriculum Ideologies class last night laughing HARD with a friend as we read through these again.

In the interest of "fair and balanced", let's here the stories of the moment when they got you. You know what I mean.

The hook. The line. The sinker and she's reeled in!

It's only fair that I start out with mine, right?

For the first boyfriend, it was his leather jacket. God, he smelled so good. And he was funny. And maybe a little dangerous. (OK, OK - I liked bad boys...)

The next one, oh, he was a quiet one. He put his time in and his groundwork was amazing. I barely knew that I was being snagged until I was head over heels in love, even though he drove a Camero ( which I called the Disco sled). To this day, I think he could make my heart leap were I to see him.

And then there is Terrance. Smelled good...Hell Yes. Older? Yep. But the moment? He had asked me to go to a friend of his wedding for our first "real" date. All right, seems honorable enough. He has to pick me up at 7 in the morning to get to the part of the state where the wedding is being held.

I open the door and he is standing there is a Beautiful suit (with snakeskin shoes) holding a bag and a Large cup of tea. He says, "It's really early and I thought you would be hungry, so I brought you a croissant and tea. You look amazing, by the way."

I was a goner.

Spill the gushiness...

Let's play a game....

In the spirit of the almost holidays, I decree we all need to laugh a bit more.

I started this on I am Doing the Best I Can, and it still makes me laugh every time I read them. As I am in the midst of finals, I need to laugh, Friends. Else I will be digging a nest into the Education library and hibernating for the next several months.

Yes, the moments during a budding "relationship" when you know it is D-O-N-E. Of course, alot of the ones I detailed on my blog were the moments during sex when the guy Lost me. Just Lost me. You know, smacking your ass at the WRONG moment. Or being too "Toothy". Or wearing socks. Or the guy who told me over drinks how he needed to have a great blow job in which the woman swallowed in order to have a truly satisfying sexual experience. Thanks for the info, Next!

Soooooo, Friends, Romans, Countrywomen (and men too - I know you are out there reading), Lend me your tales of doom.

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Confession #1251

im so glad that i got to talk to you tonight. its always a pleasant treat when i get to see you unexpectedly. we cooked dinner tonight and i told you about the new orleans trip. i found out tonight exactly what trust means. i told you about the girls at the bar tonight. i told you that i liked the attention, which is true. i know im not always the best at sharing my feelings. but tonight i really feel like it didnt matter what i said, you just knew what i was saying, and somehow found another branch of me to accept and love. i was afraid to share what happened to you. i know this probably sounds ridiculous, but you have to remember... im just getting used to being with my soulmate. i was transparent with you and you understood. i think what you shared with me was much more than that though. you shared with me the fear of being transparent. i was honest and you embraced my emotions as your own. i could only hope you know that i would do exactly that for you. you must know that i would never cheat on you. when i said you filled my "love tank", i meant you quenched my every imaginable thirst. more than that, you satisfied me and continued on to enrich me and build me up. the love i have for you is simply amazing to me day after day. is there temptation? its all around me...but you consume me and im left with no hunger for these things whatsoever. im also not upset that the power went off at the dorm. slipping into bed with the warm center of my every thought and heartbeat is the stuff that dreams are made of. my dreams come true when i am sleeping next to you. i am thankful for you for every day, and every day you make me more thankful.

Confession #1252

The Pastor at church wants to meet with me, but I don’t think I will. I truly love you, I really do. However, I can’t see myself going back with you. It really breaks my heart to say that. You have no idea. I go home and cry at night –when I don’t break down during the day. I just can’t take it anymore. I deserved to be treated nicely or at least with a tiny bit of respect. I take excellent care of the kids, I take pretty good care of my house, I take pretty good care of whatever animals we have. I’ve never done any of the horrible things I was accused of doing – truly. I have NEVER cheated on you – either while we were married or before. It has been years since I went out with anyone else. I don’t play mind games. I am pretty basic, I think. I need more than you are able to share with me at this point in your life. Looking back, we shouldn’t have gotten married just because we were expecting our son. It was a poor way to start a marriage – especially since you didn’t trust me from the get-go. You chose to believe those horrible people you used to work with - the ones that were nice to my face and trashed me to you behind my back. I am thrilled we have such wonderful children. They are pretty neat people. Our son is my special prince. Our daughter is my she-devil.



I’ll always remember the first time we made love as husband and wife. I complemented you and you said that you performed well because you wanted to make sure I didn’t cheat. I should have taken action then and not waited….my heart wouldn’t be as battered and bruised as it is.

Confession #1253

Although I sometimes complain about it, I don't really mind so much when you don't come to bed right away. It gives me a chance to get some sleep before you come in and hog the covers and snore and fart on me and stuff.

I do like having you around. A lot. But I like my sleep too.

Confession #1254

Stop reading all those websites that collaborate
stories on how awful corporations are being to the
little man. It's just a bunch of angry dorks who
don't try and be smart and you get upset when I point
out that their own stupidity worked against them and
that corporations very rarely care that much to spend
time and energy on one little customer.

It only makes you angry about the world and us annoyed
with eachother for no reason.

And stop bitching so much about the government- you
didn't vote.

And please turn into an adult. Maintaining your
childhood pleasures is fine- on an occasional basis.
Watching cartoons on a daily basis doesn't give me an
impression that you want to grow up.

Confession #1255

I know about the pill you stashed in your wallet ... even after promising me you wouldn't ... and I removed it. I know about the money hidden there too. And I know why you hide money. The hell of it is, it doesn't freak me out anymore, I don't spend hours crying over it after you've left, I don't call my best girlfriend to cry on her shoulder either. I guess you've done it so many times that it no longer shocks me. I've come to expect nothing more from you.

There are no words for the depth of the pain your betrayals have caused me. But I also recognise that life is full of compromises, and sometimes we all have to settle for less than we want in order to have what we need.

You see, your secret life isn't a secret anymore, but I have my own secrets, and I'm so much better at hiding them than you. You can continue to try hiding your betrayals, and I will continue uncovering them. It's the sad, sick game we've become locked in, you and I. It's a game with no winners. I suppose we'll both just keep losing until there's nothing left.

Just remember ... you made the rules of this game.

Confession #1256

Thank God it is duck season again. I love you but it's nice to see you making plans to get out of my hair. I know some wives bitch and moan about it but hey it's only 2 months and you are home by noon anyways. See how good you've got it.

Confession #1257

You were right. I was having an affair. For more than two years and you didn't notice because we're all so busy, mostly you. You are so very busy. You didn't notice until I made a small blunder that made you suspect. Not know, only suspect.

About then you said something like "I only hope you like me more than him," in a small voice that I hadn't heard before--at that moment I knew it really was over with the other guy. I denied it, of course. Cowardice on my part, certainly--but also I made the denial because you deserved not to get hurt.

The affair happened because he was a friend (not someone you know, thank god) and I'm bored and you're busy (did I mention that?) and our sex is no great shakes. We've been together 25 years, married 21. There are the kids and the mortgage and the animals. But all of that's not why I'm staying. It's because I'd be a fool to leave someone like you. You still make me laugh until my stomach hurts. I wish I could tell you about the pain of leaving him. I still feel alone and sad. I wish I could tell you about the guilt I felt. But saying anything would be selfish beyond belief, perhaps even more selfish than the act of infidelity. Because you and I are basically okay. As usual. As always. And at least now I get what happened with you all those years ago when you strayed.

Confession #1258

I will lose 40 pounds like you told me too and then I will dump your ass


Confession #1259

Hey husband,

When did you become such a DICK?
Seriously!!!!


Confession #1260

I love you, I really do but I am 22 yrs old. Marriage
has turned out to be so very different to the way I
imagined it would be. I used to be so sure of myself,
confident and beautiful, I felt like the world was
mine and I could do and achieve anything I wanted to.

I have now realised that I dont feel that way anymore,
I havent for a while and I hate the way I am feeling.
I have found that there are so many things I feel I
cant share with you(and dont want to share with you),
>so many things you dont understand about the way I
feel. We dont want the same things in life and I think
that is a huge problem.

I want so much more then the life I am living now and
I dont want to have regrets in my life. I want to be
some of the person I was before marrying you. I love
you, honestly I do, but I want to be ME! I want to
keep my own secret throughts hidden from you and I
want to keep a piece of my heart for me. I dont want
to give you everything and I dont want to feel like I
dont exist.

The funny thing is that I cannot imagine being
satisfied without you. You are so special to me, I
just want you to understand me more. I want you to be
more like me....

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Confession #1241

Husband when it is my day off of work do not come home for a 3 hour break. Yes it is great that your job is so flexible but damn it is my day off. I don't want you home taking over the TV and the whole house. I want to clean or sleep or whatever without you being around. Go to work already.

Confession #1242

Here is my confession:

Dear Hubby,
Everytime I have a really great TWC to write; a juicy one describing how inconsiderate you are, how much you don't appreciate me and ignore all my needs and wants. But then, you do the most incredible things. You buy me dinner because I'm tired and I don't want to cook. You cook dinner both days of the weekend without me having to ask. You do the dishes, buy me flowers and tell me how much you appreciate all I do around the house for the family, all without me having to drop even a hint. Life is not perfect. We are not perfect. But there is no one else on this Earth who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you!

Confession #1243

This morning, when you made me laugh - out of the blue - by being silly? Those are the moments that I fall in love with you again.

Confession #1244

I've never told your mom to shut up, but I really want to.

Confession #1245

Friend to friend –

I will never divulge another secret of mine to you ever. Ever. My trust in you is completely gone. For good.


Confession #1246

I'm sorry I hurt the way I did. You never gave me a reason to cheat on you. It's just that you were not the man I intended to marry. I can't lie you have always made sure the children and I have all that we needed. You have always made it a point to make me feel the best that I can, when we are together but still I miss the way he would say good morning to me, how he smells. Did you ever stop to think why I asked you to change cologne. So, you could smell like him,and all i had to do was close my eyes and image him there with me instead of you.

You have forgiven me, and I thank you every day for that. I realized I was wrong in doing what I did. Let's make this new year coming the best one we have ever had.

I LOVE YOU.

Confession #1247

Sweetie, when people make that face at you, it's because you are talking to fast. We live in the South. People don't talk that fast here. I can understand you only after seven years of practice. Slow down, okay?

Confession #1248

They are your kids. Yes, they really are. Don't ever suggest otherwise, again. I will ask for DNA testing if you do. I remember having that conversation a long time ago. I promised I'd leave if you ever brought up my alleged promiscuity again. You cried and I thought you were sincere. Remember that? All of that crap really built up because it never stopped. I can't stop thinking how much you disliked me in order to say the stuff you've said to me. The relief you must have felt when I moved out.

Confession #1249

I owe you my life. Without the years of being there for me at 3 am when i
could barely talk, i would be dead, or worse. I could be the same broken
child i was when you met me (and you loved me anyway.)

I can't believe you still love me.

I don't know if we can keep this, but i would do anything and everything for
you. I'm scared of giving up my future. I'm scared that I'll make the worst
mistake of my life either way.
But nothing scares me more than losing you.

I guess we'll find out.

Confession #1250

To my "ex" man:

You really thought you had pulled the okey-doke on me, didn't you? You had it all, a nice home, friends, everything. I was the woman who helped you take care of your exwife's child support issues, your IRS issues, etc. I was the one that helped you clean up your credit on the promise that once it was done, we'd take care of mine. I allowed you to tell MY kids that you were the only "daddy" they had ever had, and they could call you for anything. Then you cheated. But what was worse was you cheated and lied and made ME feel like I was losing MY mind. I knew something was going on, but all you could say is I was crazy. Really? I'm crazy for thinking something is up when your dumb stupid ass wasn't coming home until 1 or 2 in the morning if at all? You know, it took a long time to let you go emotionally. But I've done it- so while you still, 5 years later, try to call and send all these nice text messages to me everyday on the phone SHE pays for- you have no idea I'm gone emotionally. I wouldn't give a rats ass if you left her TODAY- there's no way in hell I'd ever get back with you. It would be different if you had played the game different and not humiliated me running around town with that beast of a woman where all my friends and coworkers saw you when I knew nothing. It would be different if you knew how to fuck right. But you don't. So keep giving me money, keep bringing me lunch, keep doing for my kids- it's payback.

To "Her":

You know, there are many things I could say to you- but the one main thing is this- you wanted that mother fucker and now you have him. And it's funny as HELL that you are NOW having the same problems with his bitch ass that I did. Boy, I tell ya- that Karma is a bitch, huh?

If I were one of your few friends, I'd tell you that try as you might, you can't buy a man. You also can't get mad at him because he's out there fucking around on YOU- know why? You didn't have any problems when he was doing it with you, did you? Oh no, you thought that shit was cute, didn't you? He had an entire fucking wardrobe at your house before I made his cheating lying ass leave- what kind of fucked female are you? Who does that? I mean, don't get me wrong- you look like a man- with makeup- but that's here nor there. I think it's hilarious that you have gotten in enormous debt trying to 'buy' him into staying with you....please. Girl, he does not want you and never really has- he ONLY moved in with you because I put him out. Had I not done that? He'd still be in my house. Girlfriend, catch a clue and get some self esteem. You give females a bad name.

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Confession #1231

Even though you have caught me deceiving you in the past, and I have apologized over and over again, swore that it would never happen, I think about it happening again all the time. I think about men I meet at work and friends from home. I think about how I can be sneaky enough this time to get away with it. I love you so much, but I can't help wanting the pleasure from someone else. To wrap my legs around someone else and have him enter me...even the very thought gets me more wound up than you could do in a life time.

I'm sorry I feel this way. I love you so much. I want to have your children and grow old with you. I just want them too.


Confession #1232

Sometimes when I am mad at you and you go to take your shower, I turn all the faucets to hot and flush the toilets just to give myself some satisfaction, and it works because when you get out of the shower, I am not mad anymore.

Confession #1233

You tell your friends that you think I'm going to leave you. Yet, you do nothing to prevent me from wanting to leave. We've had discussions many times about what's going on in our relationship and I've told you very plainly what I need from you. But, you choose to do nothing. It makes me wonder why. Do you want me to take our kids and leave? Do you want to be alone? Do you want to be able to do what you want to do to your heart's content without worrying about what I'm thinking?

It's sad. You deal with things by ignoring them and hoping that they'll go away and that's what you're doing with me and have done for all the years we've been together. But, in this instance, by ignoring me, it will eventually make me go away.

Do you realize in the entire time we've been together that you've never once told me that you think I'm pretty or sexy or complimented me on anything? I feel like a dried up sponge and can't take it anymore. My selfworth is in the negative state and it would certainly help if I thought that my husband was proud of me, thought I was pretty and sexy and appreciated me, but I don't. I don't feel like I can ever come up to your unrealistic standards and never will.

Confession #1234

Very simply...

I am a woman
Married to a man that is bipolar and verbally abusive
I am in love with a women that I've had a relationship with for 3 years.

You moved us 3 states away from her but it doesn't change the fact
I will always love her
I will always need her
I will one day be with her.

I can't divorce you because I'm afraid you will go off the deep end and hurt yourself
I can't divorce you because I do love you but I'm not in love with you
I can't divorce you after everything I've put you through
I can't divorce you because I finally figured out I'm a lesbian - it would destroy you.

We're trying to make a new life in our new state.
We don't know anyone and you are so antisocial we probably never will
We will pretend to be happy
We will fight when you have yet another manic episode.

I will stand by you and take care of you
I will continue our sex life and fake climaxes to make you feel accomplished
I will make dinner, clean our house and keep you as happy as I can
I will continue to long for her....

Confession #1235

I truly believe you never wanted a wife but wanted a 2nd mother.

Confession #1236

Telling me that I "smell" is a sure fire way to make sure we don't have sex. And yes, of course I showered today.

Confession #1237

I will not be attending any of your families functions voluntarily. I am so embarrassed we had to borrow money again.

Confession #1238

I am not a leech. I am not a piece of shit. I am not a bitch. I am not a train wreck.I am a beautiful, loving, kind, creative person. I have spent the past three years taking your shit because of our baby boy. You tell me..."oh, I used to be just like you." Um, you used to be living at your Mom's on a drug cocktail because you could not cope. I am nothing like YOU. I have lived my life to the fullest until I met you and you sucked all of the life and spirit out of me. You drink, oh how you drink. You abuse me verbally and then make me feel like it is my fault. I never in a million years would have thought that I would be in this position.I don't even know what is real anymore. I am caught up in your web of bullshit. I hate who I am when I am with you. I just do not have the guts to leave. I am afraid of being a single Mom. I lost my Mom and I don't want my baby boy to lose his Mom to this turmoil. I want him to have a family. A Mom and a Dad. A family. Some family. No matter what I do I am screwed. Trapped.

Confession #1239

I can't believe how fucking stupid I was...letting my loneliness get the best of me. I sought you out, you came running like it's your first piece of ass and it was the lamest fuck ever. I got a yeast infection. Oh, since then you've proved yourself a great lover. But, a selfish one. You want it when you want it. You text me, you tell me you love me, you miss me and all that other good stuff. Yet, I never know where I stand with you. I told you I loved you just so you'd keep coming back for more. I don't love you, hell I hardly know you. I should have known better picking some young kid who is not experienced in life, who wants the best of both worlds. Well, you can't have your cake and eat it too. I have a wonderful life with great kids and awesome husband but yet I can't seem to get you out of my mind. But, I'm not playing this game. It's over. I can't risk my married life which is secure with a kid who doesn't know his ass from his shoulders. It's been fun but not real fucking fun. Grow up.

Confession #1240

From a Man
to the ladies at twc:

please please PLEASE stop with the self-pitying and sad, "I can't lose the baby weight, so if I tell you I look like Sara Ramirez enough times you'll start to believe it."

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Confession #1221

Dear husband;

I once loved you, rather, I do love you, but not like I should. I love
you because you are the father of my children. However, I can't put
anymore into this 10 year marriage, I can't. I have started seeing a
therapist because my life is slowly crashing down on me. I love him,
not you. I want to be with him, not you. Yet I can't leave because of
the kids, it would kill me.

I'm slowly killing myself inside because i'm torn. I don't hide you
from him, you know all about him, but what you don't know is how much
I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him. How he
wraps me in his arms and kisses my forehead and tells me "Everything
will be okay, baby." How when I lie in bed with him it's like heaven.
I've never felt like this before, but yet I can't leave you. I haven't
slept with you since I met him 2 years ago.

You do everything for me, you treat me like a goddamn princess and all
I want you to do is shut me out...kick me out, anything, but you
don't. You still love me as much as that day when we said "I do." I
wish I could say the same.

I've lost myself, yet when i'm with him I have my strength back and
I'm the person I used to be. I love the person I am when i'm in his
presence, because i've found me. I'm sad when i'm not with him, I know
you see that. He has not once judged me for what i've done, or what
i'm doing. He wants to be with me too and I know it frustrates him
that i'm still here living under the same roof as you.

Please, please let me go.....that's all i'm asking.

Confession #1222

You're selfish. You don't think about anyone but yourself. Yes, you do provide for the family but that's about it. You spend no time with your kids or with me. You think that because you "work so hard" that that entitles you to sit in front of the tv most of the time you're home. Your kids are dying for some attention from you and they would love to spend time with you.

We've talked and talked and talked and it all comes back to nothing changing. I've told you what I need, to feel loved by you, to feel appreciated, to think sexy, to think that you might actually want to spend time with me. Nothing has changed and it's sad. I don't expect much and maybe that's the problem. I've expected and gotten so little from you in the past that to you, this is ok. It's not. How hard would it be to think of someone other than yourself for once? You have a family and you need to think of them sometimes. It's not all about you, despite what you seem to think.

We won't be here forever if things don't change. It's sad that it's taken me this long to realize that how you've been acting for as long as I've known you isn't ok. I deserve more and our kids deserve more. They deserve a father who wants to spend time with them, wants to do things with them, wants to be in their lives and wants to make them a priority. I deserve a husband who acts like he loves me, who makes me feel pretty and sexy, who tells me that he's proud of me for my accomplishments, who makes me a priority in his life.


Confession #1223

Yesterday I read your email (duh! change your password or if you're going to be doing this, create a new account!) and found a "response to your profile" posted on that gross "dating/sex" site. So I went and signed up for that site so I could search for your profile. Sure enough, I found it and what I read disgusts me. You signed up for the site, and posted a profile about how all you want is just sex - the language you used was very vulgar. It hurts me because we do have a lot of sex. I'm way smarter than you; you will never be able to get away with things like this with me. The day last week you got home early - I know you lied about what time you got home (but I don't know why). The pictures you took of yourself - I've seen them. You've set your browser to record no history, yet you don't delete cookies. You will not get away with anything.

2 hours after signing up for that site, I got an email stating someone had responded to my profile (which was totally fake, by the way).....it was YOU, wanting to see a picture of me. I was shocked, but I did not respond. I don't know if I will. Because getting angry about it at all makes me a hypocrite since I haven't been entirely faithful either--but at least for me, it is about so much more than just sex. I have not had sex with anyone else, but I've wanted to because of how they make me feel emotionally.

We're in trouble. I love you a lot, and I want us to be happy especially for our children, but we both obviously need things we are not getting from each other. We are in trouble and it scares me. I'm scared of the honesty that will be required if we confront this. I'm terrified of what will happen if we don't.

Confession #1224

You're right -- I really am not at all interested in having sex with you ever again. You're a lazy lover who has no interest in his partner's satisfaction. Who in their right mind would want to have sex with that kind of lover?

And you're right about something else -- I have no interest in sleeping in the same bed with you ever again. You snore and you move around a lot, and those things wake me up and KEEP me awake. I get really cranky when I'm kept awake like that. Neither one of us needs that.

So I confess. You're right on both counts. But to tell you that and have you hold it over my head? No way.

Confession #1225

I really must confess that I could be alot nicer, and lot happier if you'd just carry your own weight. You are 37 years old. You are good at math. You can surely figure out that if you don't have money to fix your boat, motorcycle, or truck it is because you need to GET

A JOB! Duh! Just quit your belly aching, get a job and don't sit there and complain once you get a job. It is a job. It you enjoyed it, it would be a hobby and they wouldn't have to pay someone to do it. Life is not that complicated. I am sick of either being a b*tch or martyr.

Confession #1226

I love you, and I love your family. But I find it infuriating that
your mother calls me only to complain. Mostly about your dad, and
when I have input or a tiny complaint about you--in effort to "dish"
or have an actual two way conversation--I get informed that you are SO
much easier to deal with than your dad. And that's because of her.
Of course. And then she's right back to her rant. I can appreciate
that in your all-male family, your mother now feels like she finally
has someone to listen to her. But I am seriously at the end of my
rope. I am in medical school, yet she'll still call, and I tell her
I'm studying, and she still drones on for an hour. Seriously, next
time she calls, do NOT give me the phone.

Confession #1227

You've broken my heart in a million pieces. I ache.

Confession #1228

My Sweet,

I would never have been a lover to you. I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have fallen in love with you either. I shouldn't have bared my heart and soul to you. I was too young, you were old enough to know better. I am still too young, still too in love with you. Why did you let this happen? Why me?

I have to say good-bye to you, and I don't know how. This friendship doesn't Compare to what we had and it will never be the same again. You are married and I'm left here to rot.

I don't wish you to be in hell. I just wish to find happiness and forgiveness for myself.

Good-bye.

Confession #1229

I really hate your job. But what I hate even more is that you don't care that I hate it. You don't care that we're broke because you make shit money. You don't care that you're home maybe 2 evenings out of every week. You don't care that you work every Saturday. You don't care that I'm miserable because I have to have a job I HATE just so you can have a "career" that doesn't pay jack and has high school kid hours. I wouldn't dream of giving you the ultimatum "me or your job," because truly, I'm not sure which you would choose.

Confession #1230

My being sick does not equal you being sick. It is possible for one person to be sick without the spouse automatically being sick. I know you find this hard to believe, because as soon as you know I am sick, you start laying the groundwork for your own "Illness" days later.

Oh, and I understand you don't want to "catch" what I have, but running after me and wiping down the phone and handles I touch with rubbing alcohol, or the bed with Lysol? Makes me unreasonably angry. I don't have the fucking avian flu, I just have a cold. Deal with it.

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Confession #1211

i know when i left you i made the right decision. i did what was best for me. you turned me into someone i didn't like. you belittled me, made me feel unimportant, didn't want to put any effort into us EVER. you crushed my self esteem and it's been over a year and i'm still not who i used to be before YOU came along.

a mere three months after i left, i heard you already had another girlfriend, while i'm still alone over a year later. even though i don't miss you and i know i did the right thing, it still pisses me off when i hear that you treat her better than you ever did me. why did i not deserve to be treated well by you? i did everything for you, i put up with so much shit, i tried to make our relationship better. i tried until i couldn't anymore and after that the only thing i tried to do was make you as miserable as i was. why, a year later, does it still make me jealous to think of you with her, to think of you treated her the way i'd always wished you'd treated me? it still gets to me that you've already found someone, that you're happy, and i'm still here, miserable and alone. waiting for someone better than you to come along (and sometimes wondering if i made a mistake, because maybe there is nobody better). i hate you for making me hate myself. and i hate you for telling her she's beautiful and how much you love her every day. i hate you because i still have enough feelings left for you to hate you.

Confession #1212

I love the fact that you cooked and cleaned, but I
wish you'd put bad food from the fridge in a sealed
plastic bag instead of dumping it in our trash as is.

Our entire apartment smells like the dumpster and you
still haven't figured out why yet. Sometimes I wish
you'd use common sense instead of needing me to bitch
it into you - over and over again

Confession #1213

I can't confide in you, and I hate it.

If I tell you something that upsets me, you get upset too, and you yell when you're upset.

If I tell you something that worries me, you'll get worried, too, so much that you won't sleep.

I never asked you to take on my burdens. I just want you to be supportive and help me work through them. By taking them on yourself, you create bigger problems, and that's twice the shit I have to deal with!


Confession #1214

To my soon to be ex husband
I don't know if I ever really loved you like a wife should love her husband. I honestly now think I only married you because I didn't think anyone else would want me. You did so many things to hurt our relationship while we were dating and then after we got married and you wonder why I want a divorce. You quit a well paying job because you said didn't get along with your boss 10 months before our wedding. Instead of looking for a job you sat around watching tv and hung out with your friends until I threatened to call off the wedding THEN you got a crappy job making half of what you were while I was busting my ass to pay for the wedding.
We found out I was pregnant a week after our wedding. You were so excited but yet again quit your job. Instead of looking you were online constantly talking to young girls until I caught you and you LIED to my face. You didn't even look for a new one until I was taken out of work by the doctor. Then only found something parttime. Who did you think was going to pay for the baby stuff when I was not allowed to work????? You helped out with our beautiful daughter while our son was in the hospital, and then that all changed when he came home. I told you that if things didn't change I was leaving you, and you really didn't think I would did you?
Your mom took you in and of course you told everyone how horrible I was to unfairly leave you. Can I just say F You buddy! I put up with your crap for wayyyyyyy too long and now that mom is gone you think I will take you back. FORGET IT! You went around bitching to your friends that I wouldn't work when in fact I couldn't go to work because our son needed around the clock care. But anything to make you look better to your friends right? I really feel sorry for any woman who gets involved with you because no matter how much you say you have changed, you really haven't.
The sex was good in the beginning but then you started saying you weren't in the mood, you would turn down my advances. You are a total fool..plenty of men want someone like me in their bed, and I have found a wonderful man who gives me what I want and actually has a sex drive to match mine.

Confession #1215

I don't love you and I have never loved you. In THAT way. I love you like a dear friend. I have a soft spot in my heart for you, because I believe your heart is good. I married you because I wanted to take care of you, help you have a good life, because I felt like, without me, you would have ended up in a bad place. You had such a hard childhood. The abuse, neglect, and the string of asshole stepfathers.

Can people be happy without THAT kind of love? The "soul mate" kind of love. I have known that kind of love. There is someone who made me feel that way -- who made me feel like I was home when I was with him -- that there was no one else in the world when I was with him. But he didn't return my feelings. So I married you. I still long for him and cry every day about him.

Confession #1216

I know about your MySpace account.

You've listed yourself as single, and younger than you really are.

Why?

You know about my ex, and his predilection for online chats with women, and my resulting phobia about cheating.

If you cheat on me, I'll make your psycho ex look like a Girl Scout. That's a promise.

Confession #1217

Husband,

Right before I moved away from our friends and family to be with you again in our new town and state, I went out and partied hard. I flirted with a man and found a way to go with him that appeared to be innocent. I'd like to say I was still drunk, but I wasn't. I fucked him hard three different times that night. I am sorry that if you ever find out about this that it will destroy you, but the sex was amazing. It was hot and wild--what our sex has rarely, if ever, been. I think of that sex almost everytime we make love. I wish your libido was as great as his and that you would match me for wanting sex.

I do love you. I will never tell you, and I won't ever do it again.

Your whore wife

Confession #1218

Thank you. Thank you for supporting this new job even though we don't need the money. Thank you for understanding that after 6 years I just need to get out of the house. Thank you for not making me feel bad that we'll have to put the girls in daycare and we might need to buy a new car so I can get to work. Thank you for not pointing out that the housework and other household chores I take care of everyday will likely suffer after I start working. All these things play in my mind every hour of every day and I'm almost ready to have a panic attack just thinking about it so thank you for just saying "hey, it's ok.. this is what you want remember," this morning when I needed a reminder. This is what I want. So thanks.

Confession #1219

Yesterday I made a fool of myself over you again. It
has been more than a year since I broke up with you,
but I still can't let you go. I love you, and you
don't love me. Well, you love me sometimes--when
you're feeling insecure, when you're sick. Yesterday
you tried to be nice, but it was so obvious you just
wanted me to go away. And it hurt so much.

Confession #1220

Here I am again. I hate you. I love you. You drive me
nuts. You are in an inapproiate friendship with your
friend's wife. When I tell him just how much you two
talk, and the way you talk about her, I doubt he would
have much trust left for you. You take my feelings for
you and ignore them, reject them, and make me feel
like shit. You don't love me. You only want me around
when your dick gets hard. You are the reason why I am
so unstable now. You are the reason now why I have
tried to kill myself twice in the past two years. Not
my exhusband but YOU. You are the reason why I am now
seeing a counselor. You are the reason why I am on the
verge of quitting and moving away. I hate you, yet I
love you. I cannot keep letting you take advantage of
me the way you do. I will not do your laundry anymore.
I will not let you use my cameras anymore. I will not
buy you food anymore. You do not know how good you had
it when you were living with me. You do not know how
much I loved you and how much shit I was willing to
put up with. You have no idea how much you hurt me
when you chose to ignore me, my feelings, my pleads,
and my cries. You have no idea how bankrupt I feel
now.

And if you ever read this, I hope you know this is me
referring to you and I hope you take this and move
very very far away from me.

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Confession #1201

When you sit up doing who knows what on the computer all night, don't get hateful with me when I wake you up early because I have to be at work. If you would go to bed at a decent hour, you wouldn't feel so awful in the mornings, genius.

And also? When I am busting my tail trying to clean AND trying to watch our rambunctious (that's an understatement) 2 year old, and you just sit on the computer and watch TV....it makes me hate you a little more each time. I know you grew up with a nasty mother, but you are almost 30 now, AND you know how much it bothers me.....so WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD can you not clean up after yourself????? GROW UP ALREADY!

Other than that, I love you :)

Confession #1202

To my husband:

I hate you more than words can say. Our anniversary just passed and you didn't even acknowledge it. FUCK YOU!

I think you are crazy an never should have married you. I hate the way you look, the way you smell, everything. I wish a truck would run you over, and I hope you suffer terribly first. You are stupid and always were, which is why you'll never get anywhere in your job you loser.

I dream about meeting someone else who can be my companion, who I can talk to, who will treat me the way I deserve to be treated. I long to walk hand in hand with someone, to hug them without being immediately groped, to have an intelligent conversation with them. I want to be taken out to dinner and a movie, something you would never do you cheap bastard. And let me tell you something, if I ever meet him, I will be out that door in 5 minutes, and if you ever bother me again, I hope he beats the crap out of you.

Confession #1203

It's day three of you not talking to me, ignoring the kids and basically pouting. You know what? I'm not caving. I know it's childish- but you're being childish too. Whatever. I don't know how else to make my point to you. The way you've been acting lately? It' s.not.okay. But you won't listen until you know I'm mad.

Also, google history keeps a history of searches even when you delete them from the computer. I saw the search for bang my wife please. I know you went there. What the hell were you thinking??

Confession #1204

You seem to have changed your ways after four years of being kind of a douche bag. You are still drinking too much and wetting the bed sometimes, but you've been being patient and loving with me after years of blowing your stack at me on the slightest of pretexts. You actually stood up for me (for the first time in the almost 10 years we've been married) to your wacko mother when she insulted me for the umpty-umpth time. I am starting to consider you an emotional refuge again instead of just another source of tension in my life. This is huge.

Alas, I consummated the emotional affair I embarked on nine months ago two weeks after you stopped being a douche bag. Two wrongs totally do not make a right - now I'm having panic attacks and I know it's my conscience rearing up. I am never going to tell you about this but it's eating me up inside.


Confession #1205

I called you a prick because you refuse to acknowledge ME, MY FEELINGS, MY EMAILS, and the CD I sent you because I was feeling SO BAD FOR YOU! And I can't believe that you are so cold and unfeeling that it doesn't bother you in the slightest that by doing this, you continually hurt my feelings...that's why I called you a prick!


Confession #1206

Sometimes I am just too damn tired to clean up before you get home. I see you roll your eyes at me, as you look around. But I can't do everything, I just can't.

Confession #1207

Stop using me as an excuse because you don't want to hang out with your friends. I could care less if you spend a weekend with them. Telling them that you have to be around to help me out makes me want to fall over laughing...or that I am sick, or that the kiddo is sick. How about this: "No thanks, I'm busy."

What's the worst they will say? That you're pussy whipped? Please, their old bachelor asses WISH someone would pussy whip them, but they are all still too juvenile to be attractive to any adult women.

Confession #1208

When you want to, you can make me laugh so hard. I wish you would want to more. I miss that.

Confession #1209

I want to congratulate you on picking up on the fact that I needed a break from our child and booking her for a playdate tomorrow, which YOU will be taking her to. I know that you feel a little nervous about hanging out with the moms, but I also know that you are doing this for me so I can have a little slice of peace.

Confession #1210

Why do we play this game? Why do we do the dance of "Who will call for the (fill in the blank)"? Its everything...Doctors appointments, hair cuts, birthday party rsvps, pizza...You name it. You try to hand me the phone. I didn't see "Event Scheduler" included in my wedding vows. THEN, you try to get me to go and pick up the pizza you have gotten me to order?!?!?

What is up with the pathological fear of the phone? Plus, I hate calling to order food for you cause you keep changing your order and I feel like an asshole as I repeat word for word what you are saying to the person on the other end.

True Wife Confession 120 Alcohol Soft

Confession #1191

The other day, when I told you I was too sick to get out of bed? Well, I was sick, but I really just wanted to stay in bed. How does it feel to run your ass off all day?

Confession #1192

I love you more than anything. And I am happy that you have a new job that you love. I know that things will calm down when your restaurant opens and I know that these long hours are only temporary. I know that everything will be worth it.

But I am so fucking lonely. I feel like I have a part time husband. I miss you. It doesn't help that when you are home you are talking about work, drinking, or so exhausted that you are a zombie.

I am at the point that if an opportunity came up (and I know that it won't), I would probably cheat on you. Just to have the emotional connection to someone again. Just to feel loved and desired, and to have someone look at me in that way. And just so that I could touch someone without him pushing my hand away.

Confession #1193

You do not know that I used to carve bloody trails in my arms with razorblades. When the canyons started to heal, I'd scratch them open again. I'd never heard of self-injury; I thought I'd invented it. When I realized it wasn't an option for me any more, I wept in public. You don't know this.

You don't know the joy I felt with another woman's pubic hair scratching my chin.

You don't know that one of my most consuming orgasms came from anal sex with someone who repelled me. Another came when I was chained up and every time I moved in response to her lips, the chains clinked. The sound tipped me over the cliff.

You have no curiosity about these things. How can you have no curiosity? How can you possibly not want to know, even when I try to tell you?

You do not know that when I was 18 I carved canyons into my arms and scratched them open week after week to keep them from healing.

You do not know that two of my most intense orgasms came when I was chained up with a woman tasting me, and during anal sex with a man I loathe.

You do not know how close I've been to suicide how many times, and you do not know how antidepressants have given me my life back.

I've tried to tell you these things and you aren't interested enough to listen. How can you not want to know? If you said anything to me like I've said to you, I would put down whatever I was doing and come sit knee to knee with you and hold your hands until you were finished telling me. But when I've tried to tell you, you just stare past me. How is it possible?

Confession #1194

You suck! You brag about all the jewelry, clothes and big ticket items you bought your ex wife for her birthday, Christmas, valentines day, etc. What did I get? After 9 months together, first you couldn't remember my birthday, although it conveniently fell on a holiday this year. I got a last minute gift of a whatever was on sale at Hallmark. At least I did get a card. That made it seem less crappy I guess. I don't expect big expensive gifts, but when you bring it in and say its nothing fancy, I just stopped and got it on my way here, it makes me feel like crap. I would rather have had dinner and a movie than a last minute thoughtless gift that you made me feel like you had to put yourself out on.

I don't need or want fancy stuff, but for god's sake don't call me the night before my birthday and ask if tomorrow is my birthday and then proceed to tell me that you didn't get me anything. It makes me feel like crap that you can't even take 5 minutes out to find something special for me. I just wanted you to remember and make it a little special. I haven't had anyone make my birthday special in YEARS! I guess I expect too much from you.

Confession #1195

When you told me that I was fatter than most women that you have dated and that I was much more bigger than the woman you married, well what can I say....
You ripped my heart out and stepped all over ever insecurity that I have.
May I bring it to your attention that you are shorter than most men that I have dated and are about a foot shorter than the man I married. For the love of God, I could eat soup off the top of your head with out to much effort.
If there is someplace else you need to be, I would suggest you get there because I have had enough!!!!!!
Go be with the woman who smarter, who understands your passion about the water, and who is skinnier than I could ever be.
I'm done.....it's time to be ME!!!!!!!

Confession #1196

Here we go again. Another holiday season with all of your fucked up ex's to deal with. Why is it so hard to schedule things with the kids. Nothing has changed. Why do we have to battle over a simple family meal every year!!! Grab your balls and tell these women that you want to enjoy some time with your kids. While your at it tell the second ex(not wife - just girlfriend for 1 year) to get her own damn family to make miserable- stop using yours.

Or if you feel like the discussion is not worth it- then shut the hell up. Your not going to be assertive with them for the benefit of the kids over a few measly hours then tell me so I can quite caring.

I hate it when you are spineless.


Confession #1197

Why won't you propose already? I know you love me, but it hurts that it's been six years and you keep putting it off. You have told everyone we know that you want to marry me and you've told me many times, but actions speak louder than words. I can't wait forever and I told you that fourteen months ago-how much longer should I wait?
Every holiday/birthday that goes by I get excited and then let down. I told you I never wanted to be one of those women that had to beg or give an ultimatum for marriage, but I have inevitably become one.
I hate that I have to ask my grandfather if we can sleep in the same bed when we visit, it makes me feel like such a child. I hate that my sister and her husband have been married for 4 years and they've only been together 5 months longer than us.
I gave you my grandmother's ring almost 3 months ago and after our anniversary weekend last week when you didn't propose I came home and looked at the ring hoping that you had it in your bag and just got nervous, well it was exactly where I put it 3 months ago-with dust all over it.
It's really starting to affect my self-esteem, I catch myself saying things like 'why would he marry me-I'm boring or I've let myself go a little' I know this is unhealthy and I really don't need this added insecurity. You have no idea how close I am to leaving, I can't imagine my life without you, but every day that goes by I resent you a little more and respect myself a little less.

Confession #1198

I love you, but if you don't stop pissing and moaning about the dog I'm going to strangle you. Leaving him outside in the cold rain for 2 hours until I got home from work is not cool. Especially when he spent those 2 hours rolling around in MUD! Yes, giving the dog a bath at 10 o'clock at night is just what I've been missing from the past two days of hell I've had. I should have made you give him the bath, but I was so mad that had you come near me when I was getting the tub ready, I would have drowned you.

Seriously.

Confession #1199

Darling, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I will always love you unconditionally.

But for chrissake, is it that hard to RINSE your dishes then PUT THEM IN THE DISHWASHER when you say you will? If I see one more greasy dish sitting out on the counter - just ABOVE the dishwasher - I'm going to upend it on your face while you're sleeping.

Confession #1200

You want to marry me in January? We JUST started dating! I've barely gotten to know you and you act like we've been together, forever! You're wonderful and so supportive of my child but you're so obsessed with me it becomes a turn off. And then there's the porn that you can't live without. Your, "deal breaker". You want to be able to look at pictures and watch movies of 1,000's of women having SEX, totally naked yet you want to make sure that I don't look at ANY men when we're out. I'm not even remotely a flirt but it's a bit of a double standard...don't you think? You also want me to have a flat tummy. I'm in pretty good shape for a 40 yr old woman. I don't smoke or drink. Good with money and a devout Christian girl....yet you want that flat stomach. I had a BABY! I have arthritis in my BACK! You want a woman with a flat stomach because all you've done FOREVER is looked at airbrushed women in magazines! They aren't REAL! Most of them DON'T enjoy what they do! Wake up and smell the coffee.

Join reality. Unless you change, we have no future....go get a blow up doll.

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Confession #1181

Baby, I am sooo glad you understand! I never wanted to hurt you. I just needed so badly for someone to love and appreciate me. But I was scared to leave you because of the kids. You were gone so much. I know it's your job and I know we both knew it from the beginning. And if things had been good between us.... but they weren't and I was miserable. So I told you I wanted a divorce and baled out of our relationship. And I met men who treated me like a princess and made me realize I really was worthwhile.

And then you came home. My biggest fear was you'd go off the deep end when I finally came clean. I didn't want to hurt you. But I was tired of hurting. I won't be a martyr.

So I told you everything. We talked and cried and talked some more. And now, you not only embrace this new "lifestyle", you have met and approve of my "friends". You know they're the reason you didn't come home early for my funeral. We can be parents together to our boys. We're becoming friends again, slowly but surely. I didn't have to give up the people in my life who love me and care about me. And you're happier too. And you have your own friends now too. We're both happier. And everyone who knows thinks we're nuts. But it works for us. Our friendship, relationship, marriage is better than ever.

I love you. And I love them. And we're one big happy family.

Confession #1182

I know you want to get married, and you know I can't commit to it.

What I can't tell you is that primary reason I won't marry you is that I can't fucking stand your parents. You know as well as I do that when they retire in the not so distant future, they will have to move in with you because they never planned for retirement and piss their money away on electronic gadgets, vacations and expensive cars. Your father is a nasty drunk and your mother is a doormat.

They're your problem. I would rather be without you in my life than having them become my problem.

Confession #1183

I have something utterly sinful and delightful to confess. After years of not wanting sex at all in marriage, I am finally, finally free to indulge the person I used to be. I met a really wonderful friend-of-a-friend in a bar a week ago. He was leaving town soon. So. I got his number. After a fun group "send off" we decided we should have some fun. He kissed me, in the bar, in front of everyone! We took FOREVER to get home because we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We got home and clothes just flew in every direction. I don't think I've ever seen a man built like that before. We had the most wild, amazing sex ... I loved it. I have been grinning about it ever since. I know that those butterflies don't necessarily last. But I can't settle for a life without any passion. I can't, and I'm sorry. I won't go back now that I can see the light on the other side. Know what that light is? It's me. I knew that girl looked familiar.

Confession #1184

A funny thing occurred to me the other day. I am over you. I found the off button and pressed it. I knew I would, I just didn't know when it would happen. Unfortunately, I also don't know how long the lust will remain quiet - maybe a month or two, or perhaps six months?? I really have no idea. Something usually happens, to kick it back into gear. Often all it takes is a little extra attention from you, maybe you'll rub my arm, hug me tight or simply give me an innocent kiss "hello", and the next thing I know the lust reappears in full force. You say you don't like it when I have these feelings for you, but I know that's bullshit. Your ego swells knowing that I am attracted to you. You just never want to have to deal with the fallout should my husband, who's also your good friend, ever find out.

Confession #1185

At least twice a week I am not where you think I am. But who would ever suspect your wife of sneaking off to meet another man?

Confession #1186

At my friends wedding when I was a brides maid, the guy who walked me down the isle WAS SO DAMN FINE. he was the first guy I have looked at since we've been married and thought about the things I would do to him. I would NEVER ever cheat on you - but it felt good to have a man look at me and see that he'd do me if he had the chance, even though I know you look at me like that all the time too. Its kinda like maybe my husband isn't just talking shyt when he tells me he finds me attractive. And maybe he didn't settle any more than I did. Maybe I just need a little self esteem boost. By the way I love how proud you looked to have me on your arm, I wonder if you noticed him looking at me too....

Confession #1187

You are a Christian man who wants to teach our kids Christian values, but
you lie to me and tell me you don't look at porn on your computer. I have
seen your history and I KNOW what you're looking at. WHY did you tell me
just the other day that you NEVER do that because it's SO wrong? I just
looked and you are always looking at porn online!! What a liar. How can
you teach our kids values when you have NONE?

It would be nice to hear the truth come from your mouth every once in a
while. I know you're lying about SO many things but I never tell you
because it's almost comical to listen to you lie when I know it's a lie.

Confession #1188

November the 8th is our anniversary. The anniversary of the day that you promised "in sickness and in health, for better or for worse". We promised in front of our families and our friends. Our father's stood together with their eyes bright and shinning and married us. That is the date that I will never forget. The date that our lives were joined at our beautiful wedding. Now we are divorced and you live with her and her kids. I wonder if you will remember November the 8th like I will and cry? Will you even remember it all? If I could make it not hurt like this after all of this time I would give up all of those memories.

Confession #1189

A year ago you asked me to marry you. We were not ready; you know that we weren't ready. Another year has passed, and now, you know that I am ready (more than ever) to get married. Instead you tell me that you "want to marry" me but that you aren't ready today. You continually make references to getting married, which, gets me revved up and thinking you are going to ask me, but then months pass and I wonder: what the hell was that conversation about? Last night when you said something about me being your wife? And I turned away and didn't respond? That's your last chance, buddy. I'm not following you anywhere without a ring when you switch bases, and that's that.

I'm close to ending this relationship because I am doing everything that a wife does without the benefits. And also without having the intimate marital relationship that I want so badly with you. I don't care about a ring, I could care less about an actual wedding (though I would like one) but if you don't make a move soon without dangling those words in my face? I'm going to leave you.


Confession #1190

You left me for another woman when I found out I was pregnant. You abandoned me to raise a newborn by myself so that you could start a life with that red headed skank who pretended to be a friend. I had to go to work every day, fat and pregnant and look at her smug face. 2 years later, you come back. We have the best sex I’ve ever had. So good it makes my body shake for a good 30 minutes afterwards. I need you to do one thing for me.

Ask the skank how it feels AFTER you ask her how I taste.

TWC Roots Revisited

It is no secret that I "owned" these confessions as mine. Rather than continuing to encourage our young guest in his quest to defend his wronged manhood (and as the wife of a black man from Detroit, I know how very stubborn and single focused they can get), I offer the original confessions to the new audience. But, as all of you who read my other blog(s) know, I temper these with the pieces on my love of my husbands cooking ability...or his waking me up with coffee on our 10th wedding anniversay..or his love and attention for our daughter...or the way he made me laugh this morning when he drove by me as I walked back from dropping Emily off and leaned out the window to make a rather salacious comment.


Confession #001

Maybe the scratches on the top of car weren't caused by the car wash. Maybe they were caused by your daughter cheerfully clearing the car off with the steel tipped snow shovel. Maybe.

Confession #002

I know that you do loads of your own laundry when I'm not home. I know that you ignore the stack of the family laundry and wash your own personal load. I know this cause I find them in the dryer, and there is no coincidence large enough to convince me that this is "just what you happened to throw in". Especially as it has happened repeatedly for 15 years. This makes me unreasonably mad. That's why I leave all your clothes for the end, sometimes.

Confession #003

Your electronic organizer? The one you loved in 1998? Yeah. That didn't fall out of your car and get run over by your tire. I washed and dried it in the laundry , then tried to get you to think you'd done it by wedging it under your tire, in the rain.

Confession #004

I always spend more than I've told you I've spent. ALWAYS. No one gets this many shoes for what you think I've spent. That's the beauty of my own checking account.

Confession #005

I know where your belt, glasses or wallet are. I just think it's funny to watch you run around like a crazy person looking for them.

Confession #006

I WANT you to go out with your friends. Please. Get out of the house. Plus you always come home awfully grateful for what you have at home after listening to your friends bitch and moan about their wives.

Confession #007

When I say, "I don't care", sometimes I don't care. Sometime I do. Listen for the tone. It's been 15 years, it shouldn't be this hard to figure out.

Confession #008

When you go out of town, I play video games like a maniac. I also leave the bathroom door open when I pee, cause you aren't there to get all freaked out. And I don't do the dishes until right before you come home. Basically, chaos reigns.

Confession #009

I'm not really sleeping when I bump you at night. You're snoring Loudly and I have got to do something to stop the noise.

Confession #010

Your mother and I talk about you. When you are being a shit, I call her and she convinces me to stay married to you. You don't know how much you owe to your mother. Seriously.

Confession #011

Oh yeah, I hear her calling my name. But it's 2 a.m. and you’re awake anyway.

Confession #012

I was going to leave my hair in the tub drain. You’re right. But I’ll die defending that I wasn’t.

Confession #013

Your chili isn' that good. Really. I’ve just never had the heart to tell you. Your coffee isn't either.

Confession #014

I hate dancehall music. I just don’t get the appeal for you. But I have smiled as you have played it for a long ass time.

Confession #015

I love that you have more colognes than I do. I love that the Macy’s mens cologne woman knows your first name.

Confession #016

Yes, I washed the chicken. I have been rinsing the chicken for 15 years. You do not have to ask me EVERY TIME if I have washed the god damn chicken. If my plan were to give you salmonella, it would have happened a long time ago.

Confession #017

I know how much you detest Chinese Art Cinema. So it makes me love you more when you sit through three-hour movies in subtitles next to me, whilst I weep uncontrollably at the beauty of the story. And yes, I DID know that “Farewell My Concubine” was going to be three hours long. I just knew if I told you that, you wouldn’t come.


Confession #018

I will never tell you what my girlfriends and I really talk about. You’re my husband, but they are my girlfriends. Iron Curtain, Baby. And yes, we talk about you. And they know EVERYTHING.

Confession #019

Sometimes you only have to make me laugh to change my mood. It is not a strategy you use enough. Ditto for the shoulder massage. You’d get a hell of a lot more if you took note of this.

Confession #020

I know you didn’t read this card you gave me. You just picked the first one you came to that said “To my wife”. That’s why I quiz you on the sentiment behind the words on the card. To see you squirm.

Guess What?

Another (male) blogger has decided to use TWC to vent his personal frustrations about women. You know? Us women? Cheating, Lying, Whorish women?

Dear God. I wonder how any of us got married to such petulant babies.

If the blogger in question had taken the time to read ALL the confessions AND the FAQ, he may have understood that this site is not about "cheating, lying women." It is about the complexities of being married...the complexities of maintaining a relationship in a society that expects women to either be "happy wives and mothers" or "career driven, lying whorish bitches".

Alas, unnamed male blogger. It's not that easy. It's not that simple.

I know you wish that "communication" would solve everything. Your "armor" is dented. You are a "warrior" who has emerged from dealing with lying women.

Get over yourself.

The bottom line is that marriage and relationships are HARD. Not just a little bit, but H to the A to the R to the D. I was one of those who confidently told the world that I would "never" allow my future husband to ..... or that he will "never" talk to me that way....or "if you're not happy, just leave"......

Until I got inside. With a Child. And a Home.

And I realized that I compromise bits and pieces of myself to maintain my marriage, my home, my family. That to pretend that I didn't was lying to other women. Lying to myself.

So please. Save your righteousness for your next partner. I'm sure she'll love it.

True Wife Confession 118 Experience

Confession #1171

Dear Hubby:
You know how "we" agreed that we were going to keep
the thermostat at 68 this winter and not "waste money"
on foolish things like heat and warmth? Well, I just
can't do it. As soon as you go to work in the
morning, I crank the old thermostat up to 75. Roasty,
toasty warm. I LOVE HEAT!!!!


Confession #1172

I cant stop thinking about you, it seems like lately its all I do. I walk around, cooking, cleaning, take care of the baby, talk to my husband, go through life's motions. But inside, the thoughts just pulsate through me. For a while, it seemed like you were going to fade away with time. I still thought about you everyday, but not like this. All it took was seeing that damn movie to remind me of you, of us, of how it used to be. And now the memories just keep crashing into the sides of my head like waves, pounding away with the sadness and loneliness of reality back into my soul. It's been 5 years since I last saw you, and not a day goes by that i still wouldnt want to wrap myself around you completly. I hate the decisions I've made. G*d knows I love my child more than life itself, but I wish I could just go back in time, before i got married, before becoming a mother, and still be with you. To feel free again. And to know what real passion feels like once again. It's gone forever, and i will never have that feeling ever again. I feel like my life is over and there is no desire left inside. I am a desert. I miss you more than you will ever know.

Confession #1173

This goes out to confession #1107

If you want him to be a better lover and figure out that it isnt working for you....stop faking! I know it's hard...ive been there, he's pumping away with no end in sight and all you want to do is just go to bed, bc an orgasm just isnt gonna happen; whether it's his fault or not. In the past...this is what I have done....im totally silent. yes, it is passive agressive, but i feel that it is better than saying "just finish bc im not coming" or a simple..."ow, my hair" in a monatone voice works! They will usually ask "is something wrong?" then nicley say...well im not close to coming....unless you wanna (insert naughty deed here). I know many women may find my thinking backwards, or game playing....but we are women, we are game players...in a good way of course. and men, god love them...they can do a lot, but sometimes they just do not get simple things unless you let them know in simple ways, so be a woman, play games, and work things out with out really hurting any feelings!

Confession #1174

I am sorry you are waiting to hear if your cancer has come back. I feel terrible for you. You have dealt with this twice before and haven't. I want you to know, whatever you need from me I am here. Cancer or no cancer, we have only been together 4 months and I don't know where our relationship will end up. But right here right now I am 100% devoted to you. I'm your biggest fan and I want you to have a happy successful life more then anyone else in the world. Whatever happens we will get through this together.

Confession #1175

I would like to possibly get seven or eight hours of sleep if at all possible. I do not get the luxury of going to bed at 7:30, since I am still doing the dinner dishes, because dinner was not eaten until 6:45 because you and your sons are hunting! Therefore, I am not ready to be awake or am not even remotely possibly horny at 3:30 a.m.!!!! Go back to sleep, asshole, and let me wake up on my own. You might find I’m a tad more receptive when I get enough sleep! Don’t blame everything on PMS!! Look in the mirror sometimes!



Confession #1176

I have left a confession on this site before, confidently stating that I was not in love with you anymore.

Three months later, and we have finally seperated. Oh, how strong I was - finally doing what needed to be done so I could get "what I deserved".

I know we can never go back to where we were, and we will never be husband and wife again.

But I wish I could tell you how much I miss you, every single day, and how sorry I am for all of the things that I took for granted about your love, friendship, affection and our relationship.

I wish I could tell you how lonely I am, and how much I have learned through this whole experience.

Like a child, I blamed you for all of our problems, and all of my unhappiness.

But truth be told, I'm "single" now, and more unhappy than ever and I am dealing with more problems than I could have ever imagined.

That is not to say that it is not for the better, but also, the grass is not always greener.



Confession #1177

I hope you don't make me look like the fool. I know that I'm probably going a bit crazy and that I'm dreaming all of this up, but my woman's intuition tells me that you're fooling around with her. You know who I'm talking about. You know that I had a dream about this a year ago. You laughed when I told you about it. Hell, I laughed about it. I'm starting to think I was right though.

We always agreed that if either one of us was ready to move on and be with someone else we would be open about it. We would admit it, leave before fooling around, and get on with our lives. If you want to leave then just leave. Let me live before wasting another day.

If you're not cheating on me then I need you to tell me. I need you to reassure me that you love me more than any other woman on the planet. That no matter what we are in this for the long haul. That we will always be together. That no other woman could ever come between us because we were meant for eachother. Because we are soulmates.


Confession #1178

We have been together 20 years and I love you more than anything but when we are lying in bed at night and you are holding my hand I am dreaming of another man who fucks me like there's no tomorrow, whose kisses light me up from inside. I do love you though.

Confession #1179

Do you really think it's helpful and polite to throw all the dirty dishes and pots and pans from the evening's dinner (that your wife prepared) into the sink and leave them?

Especially since we know who will end up cleaning them up while you wait impatiently so you can turn on the Ti-vo'd shows from the night before.

Double especially since that wife bathes the kids every freaking night while you could be cleaning out the dishwasher and the sink.

Triple especially since you think that the wife will look your way sexually for one.freaking.instant after she's had to clean the kitchen and make the coffee and made to feel bad for not waiting until after you're done watching our shows and doing the nasty to take care of the chores.

I love you very much, but for this kind of selfishness, you can just BITE ME!

Confession #1180

We aren't married, but we talk about it. I love you so
much and I can hardly believe my good luck that I have
found someone as loving as you. I love when you call
or email out of the blue just to tell me that you're
thinking about me. I love it when you ask me so
sweetly for a kiss. I love it that you try so hard
when you think I'm upset with you so that you won't do
whatever it was again.

When you leave to go out of town for work, I
understand that. Really, I do. Sometimes I feel that
you don't miss me as much as I miss you and that
hurts. Even if deep down I know you do, a girl still
needs to hear it. I know you work hard on your
business trips and I love you for that. Sometimes, I
just feel like I'm the only one of us who tries to
keep the connection (both emotional and sexual) going
when you're away. Even when you're here, there is a
physical distance between us and this connection is
important. I just want to be assured that out of sight
isn't out of mind.

I also know that some men don't like public displays
of affection. I am trying to understand that this is
part of your personality. Sometimes I take things too
personally and I feel like you're ashamed of me and
ashamed for people to see us kiss or even hold hands.
I am proud of you, and of our love, and I don't care
if everyone around us can see how much we love each
other. So when I push for kissing or holding your hand
in public, that's the reason. That, and the fact that
I love touching you. And I just want to be close to
you all the time. I love you sweetness and I can't
wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

True Wife Confession 117 Master Chief

Confession #1161

To my dh:

For 13 years I have stood by you, encouraged you, loved you unconditionally. But for the last 8 of those years, I have been so very lonely. You have shut me out physically and emotionally, especially for the last 2 years. I have always been the eye candy on your arm for anything that has been required of you. The last month for me has been really hard. I have done some foolish things, but in the process learned alot about myself and also about you. You trust me. Without a doubt. But you are breaking my heart. And you are completely oblivious to the things I have been doing and probably will continue to do. I am going out more because I can't stand to be at home, its making me crazy. Our kids have suffered so much from your total detachment of our family. You have no idea what you have done to my self-esteem. You have single handedly destroyed me by shutting me out. It hurts so very very much. I don't know what I have ever done to deserve this. I am not the maid or the cook or the chaffeur. I finally quit being those things and you haven't really noticed. You have the ability to do all these things for us, for our kids, but you have not chosen to in years. You have always made it very clear that the kids are my responsibility. Maybe if you had left all those years ago things would be better for us both than they are now. I work more than you do now because I choose to. Maybe its my feeling that I do need to prepare myself financially to leave. I need love, I don't survive on a kiss or a hug once in a while. Sex less than 5 times a year does not cut it. That is why I chose to have a couple of fucks with him. I am not dead, and neither are you. Quit kissing me like I'm your grandma! Take me to bed, give me a good fuck, and maybe I'll start working on things more too.

Confession #1162

To my lover:

It's been a 5 month flirtation, and finally came to a head 2 weeks ago. I can't breathe when I'm around you. What amazing sex. But I should have also known better than to think that you are anything but what I think you are. You are a toy. Literally. You love your women, it really doesn't matter who or what or where, you love your women. You insist on telling me you're not "that guy" but you are. Sorry. Wake up honey, us girls all know it. When you picked up that chick in right in front of me who is the dregs of the earth, I was only giving you a reality check. You are "that guy". The truth hurts. Avoid me like you have the last two days. Fine. Whatever. It's the way you play your little game. But I know you'll be back. You always come back. And you will break my heart.

Confession #1163

To my friend:

I am so happy to have you in my life right now. You were the one that gave my head a shake last night, and you were *my* reality check. I cherish the extra time we've had together the last couple days, I will hold it close to my heart and will never let it go. I will be sad if you leave this week, but I know we'll find a way to see each other. You give me what I have been craving - the attention and care that I deserve. You listen to what I have to say, you just want to spend time with me. And its all good hon, its all good. You're not telling me to leave him, you're not telling me to stay. You're telling me to listen to my heart and do what is right for me. I'm trying very hard to find what is right for me, but chances are I'll do nothing, you understand exactly what security and stability are about. All I know is that I can entrust you with my heart and soul and know that you'll be there for me either way because that is just who you are. I will do the same for you, I promise. You are helping me by just being there, by caring. And who knows, maybe we will end up being that crazy couple, happy as clams, wrinkled and lying naked on the beach when we're 80 years old. Giggling. Because we can.

Confession #1164


I drink more than you know about and more often than you think

Confession #1165

I like it when you aren't home sometimes

Confession #1166

I love you honey, but I love my sleep more. For God's sake, stop waking me up in the middle of the night just because you woke up with a hard on! Especially, when we had made love right before bed!! It pisses me off when you need to touch me just to get off. Have the courtesy to go in the bathroom or something and leave me the hell alone when I am sleeping!

Confession #1167

You know we are in serious debt, but you keep spending money on crap like video games & electronics. Please don't tell me it's for the kids, cause you don't let them touch it.


Confession #1168

I really don't have super bad menstrual cramps, but I love that you "take care of me" when I say I do

Confession #1169

To my soon-to-be Husband

I love the fact you know me better than I know myself, can understand the
craziness that is my mental state, and can calm me better than any stupid
drug. I love the fact you don’t make me worse, only better. And I love the
fact that the only two things in life you want are me as your wife and our
children.

But I’m terrified sooner or later you’ll get fed up of how sick I am, or
that your own illness will get worse. It kills me when you’re asleep and
every move is so painful, but you can’t hide it from me, and it tears me up
inside. How many nights have I sat next to you as you slept, stroking your
face every time you made the slightest noise? I hate how much pain your are
in, I hate that its incurable and I hate that there’s nothing I can do, even
though you tell me that I do. I hate that your life got so screwed over by
one bout of food poisoning, and I hate the fact your Doctor is the biggest
idiot on the planet – the painkillers are NOT working and dosing you up on
that many different drugs is going to do more harm than good. If I EVER get
my hands on him I am going to jail for murder – the man is a quack.

And let me tell you something – I know you don’t believe me when I tell you
this but YOU ARE SEXY. I love how long your hair is, how strong your arms
are, how good you feel when we make love. I don’t care that your illness has
made every part of you shrink – if you were still six foot I’d have busted
my neck by now – because you spend so long on foreplay and making ME feel
good that I’m usually so out of my mind with pleasure I don’t notice your
lack of stature in that department. It aint the size of the wand you wave as
long as you can make magic with it. And yes, I really, REALLY enjoy giving
you head. Those noises you make are incredible!

I’m also worried that the reason I haven’t gotten pregnant yet isn’t that
you’re infertile… because I think I might be. You joke about all your health
problems not helping, and I know the bi-weekly “self dilation” (who’s
dumbass idea was it to call it that anyway?) must mess things up a bit, but
it would kill me its my fault.

I love you, but I don’t think I deserve you, and I wish I could make you
better.

Your fiancée.

PS: Ignore my dad, he’s just annoyed he can’t piss me off any more. My mum
loves you, that’s the main thing.

Confession #1170

Last night when you took a night off from playing poker and watched a movie with the kids and I, both kids, the dog and our 2 cats where all on the couch that I was sitting on and you where on your couch all alone. Hmmmm, I wonder why.

True Wife Confession 116 Sonnet

Confession #1151

My dear husband,

He will always be in my heart. Im sorry if that hurts you. He was there long before you came along. On our wedding day though, I gave up the hope of him and I. For the hope of you and I. I was willing to push my feelings for him aside, because I did love you. Not like I love him. Not more. Not less. Just differently. But I knew it was you I wanted a future with.

And now, so many years later. Im not sure anymore.

Over the years we have both done things that are not right. I admit to my fault as much as yours. The little things start to wear on a marriage. It was hard, but I could live with it. I dont remember when I started searching for him again, I just did. Never thinking I would find him. Never thinking I would ever talk to him. I dont know if I even wanted to. It was just a distraction. Something to get me through the day.

It wasnt until she was sick. Until she was dying. Until I had to go through it alone. That I really started to think I couldnt do it anymore. I searched that whole summer for him. I prayed to God everynight to bring him back into my life to help me get through losing her. But he didnt.

Things got even worse between us. But I was still hanging on. Hanging onto the hope I had the day I married you. Then, you threatened me into doing something that I never believed in. And I had to go through it alone. I know you have said your sorry, but I just dont think I can ever get past it. I told you this before, but I was so scared of losing you. Instead I lost me.

I found me again. In him. One phone call and I felt like I had come home. I remembered the girl I used to be before I let you break me. He has this way of making me absolutely love who I am. And I hate myself when Im around you.

You dont have to worry, there is nothing going on between us. I love hearing his voice and talking to him about all the things you wont. He knows what I did. He never once judged me. And somehow made me feel like I can forgive myself for it.

Yet things with you and I are no better. We are still struggling. Still trying to hold on. Somedays I dont think either of us know why anymore. We love each other, and most days we like each other. But we are not good for each other.

If we could only go back and redo the past two years, than I wouldve been with you forever.

I hate to say it, and I know you feel it, but I dont have any hope left for us.

Confession #1152

I saw you looking at her at the party. You weren’t oogling or gawking at her, you just noticed her, and how could you not, everyone did. She looked absolutely stunning. I did not get mad at you because I look at other men that are attractive, it’s just looking, I know I don’t fantasize about them and I hope you don’t fantasize about other women. I think it’s normal to notice attractive people. But when I saw you look at her, I knew, others may not have, but I have known you for 10 years and I knew, because fifty pounds ago, you looked at me like that, and that’s what hurts. I miss those looks.

Confession #1153

You irritate me so.

Confession #1154

Just wondering what it must feel like to be so perfect - I mean honestly, as you point out each and every one of my faults as a wife, a mother, a housekeeper, a human, I just have to wonder, how did I happen to snag Jesus Christ? Confucius? Buddah? Mohammed? Allah? God? Yahweh?

Cause as you rail on about how lazy I am, I just have to think what it must feel to be perfection.

Dumbass.


Confession #1155

I went out on Friday night like I usually do. I was not looking for anything, only to have some fun after a very long stressful day. We had been flirting the last few times we saw each other. Maybe it was the alcohol but he said things that made me feel really good. He told me I was beautiful. Said that he could fall in love with me, why is life so unfair? He was hung up on the married part but I told him not to think about it. I never expected it to go as far as it did. He quickly kissed me. After sitting at the bar and holding hands and just looking at each other and talking in each other's ears we both thought we should go home. He pulled me into the bathroom, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. We had a full-on make out session. We chose to leave thru the back door. We couldn't get it open. We laughed and we made out again. We touched each other. He kicked the door open and we made out again in the alley. He offered to drive me to my car and we kissed some more. When we got to my car, we made out again. It was exhilarating. Now I can't get him out of my head and am longing to see him again. My head is spinning...

Confession #1156


Why do you insist on us going out as a "family" and then pout and act pissy all night because your child acts out in public? This isn't new behavior. This isn't an occasional reaction by you. EVERY SINGLE TIME. And you wonder why I say I would rather say home? I mother one actual child, and mothering you just pisses me off.

Confession #1157

I hate that you watch TV for the sake of watching TV.

Confession #1158

Yes I did back over the 100 dollar baby stroller with my car, and no it never did push straight after that

Confession #1159

All of the texts I get? They aren't all from girls

Confession #1160

Relationship? Not much of one. Zero balance…the scales are completely tipped. I give and I give. I care more for you than I do for anyone or anything else, including my family and me. And, just as I realize that I’m not receiving anything in return, aside from heartbreak, you sense my discomfort and give just enough to spark my hope that things could eventually change, if only I work hard enough to prove myself to you.

Even worse, when you decide to provide that crumb of tenderness I crave, I start imagining that the lack of caring and affection I feel is just my own insecurity, another one of my many imperfections, and that maybe you’re just so comfortable with me that you don’t feel the need to assure me that you want to be with me. I often can’t decide whether you simply take for granted all that I am, or if what I feel for you is totally one-sided and you simply continue to use me until such a time that you feel strong enough to move on into the world in order to find what you really want.

I’m not doing myself any favours by allowing you to hurt me with your callousness and distance. I’m compounding the problem by keeping silent when there are things that I feel bothered by. Every time I hold back about what happens to me when I feel belittled by you, I take more and more away from myself. Soon enough I will be totally buried by insecurity and smothered by the knowledge that, once again, I could not measure up.

Little by little, because I don’t communicate all the things that are inside me, I start to see an amount of insensitivity in you that I never would have suspected could exist. I start to see that people are all the same, the ways in which they take may differ, but a taker will always take and a giver will continue to give - long after there is nothing left to spare.

In spite of all this, in spite of the fact that soon there will be nothing left of me, still I stay, because I’m afraid that my many mistakes and my tendency to consistently get things wrong dictate how deserving I am of affection and love. And, while you don’t satisfy my very human need to feel wanted and appreciated, I accept that no one worthwhile ever will. Thus I continue to try harder to please you…and the cycle continues.

What’s worse, what makes it more devastating than you could possibly imagine, is that I love you. When you hurt, I hurt. I would have given anything to take the pain from you and contend with it myself. When I waited so long to hear that you were ok, when I finally began to fear the worst, I prayed that your life be spared on that table and that I be struck dead instead. I would have gladly died if it meant that you would be healthy. I would take the love I feel for you back, but I can’t. It’s not something I choose. Absolutely not. I would have retrieved it long ago if that were the case. It’s something that is a part of me yet has a life of it’s own. It’s part of me, yet it belongs to you.

True Wife Confession 115 Bourbon Street

Confession #1141

Now that I see how you interact with the puppy, I'm not sure we should be having kids soon. I mean you are great about many things, but you get whiny and mean when the puppy has kept you up or woken you up early. What do you think a baby will do? It might help if you went to bed at a decent time, you know.


Confession #1142

at the party, I made out with your friend Rob. Then, I made out with Aaron. THEN, I made out with Aaron's wife.
So there.


Confession #1143

Last week you told me that you still loved me but you aren't in love with me anymore.

Fuck You.

I've stood by you through so much the last 7 years. I've been a good stepmom to your kids and a good mom to our kids. I'm sorry I didn't get help with my postpartum until now, but who cares because now you don't love me?

Go to hell. I've always been there for you and always loved you. Why do I deserve this shit from you?


Confession #1144

Dear Husband,
You are the greatest. You never complain, you never put me down, you are just there, for me, and our family all of the time....our son adores you and our new adopted daughter worships the ground you walk on. When I mentioned the other day maybe adopting again, and special needs this time, you said "our van has enough seats, let's look into it".

You are everything that my first husband was not. I love you so much!

A loving wife.

Confession #1145

Today I uploaded our digital pictures and came across one of you and the
baby. I caught you by surprise and you're both looking at me with the
biggest, brightest, most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. I felt an
immense rush of love for you then, and I couldn't wait for you to come home
so I could kiss you.

When you got home from work, your breath smelled like Marlboro Reds and I
had to turn away. I wish you understood how much this disappoints me.

Confession #1146

Ok, here it is...

I don't know if I love you or not, even though I tell you I do. I feel very strongly for you and I've known you a really long time, but love? I don't know. What I do know is that I should have slept with you when I had the chance, and that having hot, dirty sex with you is constantly on my mind. And you want to be with me - you want me to just say 'yes'. And instead I say 'no' because I choose to stay faithful to my marriage and not cheat. I'm a mother of small children and married and won't cheat just for sex - even though the sex would be mind-blowing. Yes, my husband is thoughtless and dreadfully boring in bed and a cheater himself. The temptation of sex with you is still not enough to make me want to risk losing my family. Why? Because even though I want to be with you, what kind of life could we have together if he left me for cheating? Seriously. Get a job. Get a real place to live. Have some ambition in your life! Make some MONEY. I know you're an 'artist' and you feel compelled to follow your dreams - but you are 35 years old. No one is banging down your door, no one is going to 'discover' you. I might be able to really love you, if you could just do something worthwhile with your life and earn my admiration.

I haven't had sex with my husband but a handful of times the entire year, and those times have been excrutiatingly dull and mechanical. That will not change - I am doomed to a nearly sexless existence. Still, I prefer safe and boring and secure to hot kinky sex every day with a loser. No amount of awesome sex is worth risking my family, not for someone who won't get a JOB. So you wonder why I won't cheat? THIS is why.

Confession #1147

We are separated and I have our kids. You’d think that if you truly wanted to stay married, you’d kiss up a bit. Apologize. Quit giving me constructive criticism. As the counselor said, “You are going to lose your wife, if you continue providing constructive criticism. She considers it abusive. “ You chose not to stop. Well, buddy…ya lost me. My attorney is sending you the papers this week. Oddly enough, I don’t feel sad but rather a huge sense of relief.

Confession #1148

Yes, your obesity is a problem.

You're not even thirty yet, and already have sleep apnea. You sleep
constantly, and I really think it's because of your weight and the apnea.
You're missing out on time with your son, and I'm afraid if you don't lose
the weight you'll miss out permanently. I'm afraid to send you to the
doctor for a physical, because I'm afraid we're going to find out you're
diabetic, among other things.

And it DOES impact our sex life.



I know you've been losing weight, and I AM proud of you, but it's a CONSTANT
battle, and it's tiring for me to have to watch you constantly to police
everything you put in your mouth. Getting you to exercise is nearly
impossible. I can't help but wonder: if you really wanted this for
yourself, would I have to be on you every single day like this? Would you be
fighting me every step of the way like this? Sometimes I feel like I'm doing
as much work as you are, for YOU to lose the weight. And it's a really
thankless job. You've told me, when I complain, that you do appreciate what
I'm doing, but still every day you act like it's ME imposing upon YOU with
these demands.

I love you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together. And I know
you think I'm exaggerating when I say this, but sometimes I worry that the
rest of our lives isn't going to be that long ... because you're not even
thirty and you already STOP BREATHING WHEN YOU SLEEP.

Confession #1149

Everyone – family, friends, and my customers – helped me celebrate my 38th birthday. It was lovely. I felt so warm and loved. My husband called and made me cry. He badgered me until I cried. What would have been wrong with calling and wishing me a happy birthday? Invite me out to dinner. What about a card or present. He wants me to dismiss the divorce. Hmm….how about showing a bit of kindness?

Confession #1150

When you kiss me I secretly puke in my mouth. I have hated you ever since I found out you were still talking to her. No you did not have sex, but telling her you love her and want to have a family with her is worse. Secretly meeting with her and finding ways to see her. You tell me you love me? I think you just say that so I won't walk out. So many times I have walked out. But I walk back because the home is my security. I am so glad you spend most of your time out of town to work. Thats my piece of mind. And don't think I am a dumbass when you ask me what I am doing every second of the day. Making sure I am not going to visit you and screw up your secret life. Good God idiot. I hate that I hate myself for staying. I hate that I always want to know whos calling. You get mad and ask me whats wrong when I go into a daze? Well asshole how about feeling like Im second place. I am tired of rehearsing and putting on a show for all of our friends and family.

You say you keep trying to make things better? How are you doing that. By talking in your sleep of how much you love her and want to be with her. When I ask you about it you say you have no idea why your thinking this. Once again idiot. I am so tired of lying to you all the time about how things are getting better. I say that so you will just leave me alone. Your constant need to be around me now is a little to late. Your love letters saying how sorry you are, ya your a sorry piece of work and I just toss them away.

I keep asking myself why I will not leave. There is only one reason. You are an incredible father and have never made the children feel like they are second place. You give them so much attention and make their world so much better. They don't know you have lied. They don't know you have made mommy cry. They don't know that this year you have taken home the idiot award. I will never tell them. They don't need to know.

I wish I could tell you that you have completely destroyed me. Destroyed my faith in you and what we once had. I dont trust or or belive anything you say. I also hope you just walk out the door and not come home. That would make things easier for me, for the kids no but for me yes. So I will just go on daydreaming that the whore leaves her husband and comes to get you.

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Confession #1131

Really, this is just getting ridiculous.

Let me make this clear: all grown-ups have to work. Just because you have a job does not mean you are special. Everyone has a job.

I know you have a hard job. This does not entitle you to ignore everyone at home and forget your son’s activities.

I love you. I love you very much and I’m so proud of you for getting such a great job.

But please don’t let it ruin our marriage.



Confession #1132

It makes me so angry when you take my ideas and pass them off as your own. You will also pick my brain for information and then parrot it back to me at a later date (or to someone else) and act like it was something you knew all along. Would it kill you to give me credit? I am not nearly as stupid as you like to imply that I am. Quit trying to tear me down, it will not work.

Confession #1133

Why are there so many unhappy wives?

Confession #1134

It's become apparent to me, that I will never be enough for you.
Not pretty enough,
not thin enough,
not young enough.

But mark my words, one day you will want me...and I will be sooo over you.


Confession #1135

I apologize to myself for having to pretend to have two or three orgasms every time. It wasn't enough to fake just one. Now I have to pull off multiples.At first It was enough for me to see YOU satisfied, but it has gotten old. I can't even begin to tell you because I can't imagine how you would react or what you would think! Maybe that's why I'm so tired all the time. I am NOT one of those blessed women that is able to cum over and over again. I am one of those poor unfortunate souls that has to pretend to enjoy making love to my husband.......

Confession #1136

To my friend's husband;

Just because your wife is not going to work, outside of your home, everyday,
does not mean she does not have a days worth of work!
You have a 7 week old son, who is nursing every few hours, needs to be changed, bathed, and well she sometimes just wants to cuddle with him.
So getting your bar finished and painting the laundry room and guests rooms, can fucking wait.
Enjoy your son, while he is a baby, and stopping worrying about your home renovations!

Confession #1137

You know I really hate the fact that you can’t do anything on your own.

Confession #1138


I'm so glad your family live the other side of the world. i get stressed listening to your selfish sister on the phone. i wish i could say something to her but i know it wouldn't do you any favours in your family.

i hate the fact that your sister is your parent's favourite. god knows why.


Confession #1139

When I say he is just my friend and I don't want him in that way it's a lie. If I weren't with you I would be all over him. I have so many men that would be knocking at my door if we weren't together yet I give you all my time, all my energy, all my love. And for what? You try to change me, to make me this perfect person. You want to mold me into what you want. Why are you even with me if I wasn't what you wanted? Did you figure the template was good enough for you to build on? You want me to think like you, eat like you, walk like you, talk like you. You are nowhere near perfect. You don't even visit your family. How can you say that your way is the right way? I am and will remain faithful, but I will not remain unhappy. Something has to change and soon. It's too bad that when we talk I can't tell you these things. Instead we argue. We go around in circles resolving nothing. I love you, but it's getting easier and easier to not like you. It's getting easier and easier to accept attention from other men even if it is just a compliment here and there. Shape up or it's gonna end.


Confession #1140

I can't remember the last time you smiled with genuine happiness. I can't remember the last time you and I had a fun time together. Last week when we went out for your birthday, after getting the babysitter and finally having some time together, we sat in the restaurant booth in mostly silence. I didn't enjoy my time with you at all. That makes me so incredibly sad. We used to be so in love that every stolen moment was magical. Now I just feel like the past 9 years of baggage, which just grows, and grows...will eventually tear us apart.

The mistakes you have made financially have made an anger grow inside me like you wouldn't believe. I've been busting my ass trying to pay off the enormous debts you've incurred by trying to start stupid "Get rich quick" schemes. Then you got over that phase and got an education. You graduate in March with your bachelor's degree and I am proud of that. But now that you've landed a job you finally love, you feel entitled to treat yourself. NO, you may not buy a convertible. You may be just starting out, but 35K a year is NOT the income that can afford a convertible. Not to mention the 50K in student loans we'll be paying off until we are almost retired. What in the hell makes you think you can buy a convertible, or a Harley, or a new big house? I shake my head in disbelief. Yet I am a bitch for always 'destroying your dreams'. Material dreams. I already told you we'd save (even though it's gonna hurt like a bitch) to get you a used Harley soon. I give in all the time for your new computer gadgets. Did you forget?

What about my dreams? They are simple. I don't care about money (even though I have saved our asses more times than I can count because I am sooooo much smarter about money)...I care about our kids and family. About being together and doing things that mean something, not going out and buying some nifty expensive materialistic crap. I want another baby so badly that it hurts, yet you care more about money and yourself than completing our family and enjoying it.

You are not the person I married. I married a sensitive, artistic, interesting, happy man who cried when he was happy or sad without worrying about who saw it. A strong man who was going to make it in the world with the woman he loved no matter what the past dealt him. Now you are a bitter, silent, brooding person who has suddenly become a 'victim' of your past. You NEED this materialistic stuff because you never had it in your childhood. Well, neither did I! The fact that we are becoming such different people is breaking my heart in two. I don't even know where to go from here...but to work and work to pay off our debts and try to raise my children to be strong and happy with the simple things in life. I can't say with certainty if we will make it. Even though I can still, through it all, see the man I fell madly in love with.

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Confession #1121

Honey,

As I sat across the table from you tonight and watched you eat that enormous salad with Emeril's "Bam" all over it I couldn't help but think of how unattracted I was to you. I mean, kudos for losing the 140lb in 7 months. Unfortunatley now you look like an anorexic freak, like a melted form of your former self. You're all boney and your skin is flabby. It is a complete turn off and that is why we no longer have sex. I'm hoping that someday you decide to pick up a barbell and start packing on some muscle. Right now you look like a clothes hanger in your shirts. Have a fucking sandwich for christsake.

Oh, and this business of "going off my antidepressants" is driving me crazy. Your mood swings are just about more than I can handle. You mostly act like a 4 year old and I feel like slapping you silly. Get a fucking grip. Life is hard. All your "flooding emotions" make me want to throw up.

Grow up and gain some weight.

Confession #1122

I think the affairs I am having are saving our marriage. I actually love you more and our sex life has gotten a little better. Part of it is that I know that other men (also married) find me attractive - I'm not waiting for you to say anymore. I actually mean it when I tell you that I love you, for the first time in years.

Confession #1123

I wish that I could open up to you and let you know what I feel. But every time I've tried, you throw everything back in my face.

I wish you would realize that every time you treat me like crap, I hate you just a little more. Long ago the hate overtook the love.

I wish we'd never moved to the city together. You talked me into a place that costs too much for one salary, so I couldn't throw you out.

I wish you'd just go ahead and leave, like you tried to do in the past. I was stupid then, afraid of being alone. I'm not now.

Confession #1124

Everyone always tells me how lucky I am to have
married you. I agree with that statement on my end but
you, poor man, were doomed from the day you met me.

I don't really understand why you treat me so well.
Why you allow me to dictate every waking moment of
your life. Why you allow me to stay in bed all day
while you play with the kids and clean the house only
to be yelled at by me when you quietly come into the
bedroom to ask me what I'd like for dinner.

I make more money than you do. This doesn't bother you
at all but it does bother me. Why don't you try
harder? Why don't you go back to school? Why don't you
do something so that I won't have to keep going to
this job that I despise and can do something that I
might actually enjoy for less money?

Why do I feel like you're obligated to do this for me?

Confession #1125

I don't particulary care about sex with you. I'm
prefectly happy not doing it but this is the one thing
that you try to force your will on. I've been woken up
on so many occasions with my underwear pulled down and
you trying to force my legs open.

Last night, I told you the next time I would call the
police and have you arrested for rape. I've told you
this before and it hasn't stopped you yet. I ask
myself why don't I just give in to sex a couple of
times a week or just end it all already and divorce
you so you can find someone who enjoys your nocturnal
advances.

Confession #1126

We've been together for 11 years now. I've already
cheated on you twice, both times ended every badly as
I became immediately needy and clingy to these men. It
wasn't about the sex but rather being around a man who
I found exciting and smarter than I was.

Someone who made their own decisions. Someone who had
ambition. Someone who treated me badly.

You don't know about those other men and I have no
intention to tell you. I like to think it's because it
would hurt you too badly and I haven't done it for
going on 6 years now but in reality, it's because I
want to keep the door open for other opportunities. I
don't want you looking over my shoulder.

There's another man at work who fits all the
aforementioned criteria. I know that if I continue
working there we will both end up cheating on our
spouses. I know it yet I am hoping it happens. I
daydream about him and make little excuses to stop by
his office.

He invites me to go out with a group of people after
work but I haven't gone. Yet. I know it's wrong and I
know it only end in tears. Why am I doing this to us?

Why can't you see that I can't be the one in control
because I only fuck everything up? Why can't you see
that?


Confession #1127

WHY oh why must you sulk and pout like a big wimpy baby when I ask you to do anything with my family? Why do you feel free to talk badly about my mother and my brother and just let everything with your ANNOYING family (especially your mother) just go??? I am sick of keeping my family on hold until the very last minute for Thanksgiving and Christmas plans. If my family did this, you would be pissed, but since it's your family, no big deal. I am sick sick sick of your silent act, and frankly, I don't give a shit right now if you ever talk to me again.

Confession #1128

More often than not, I wish you’d drop dead.


Confession #1129

Here's a shout out to anonymous confessing - I love that I can write in and see my thoughts and feelings in type, and share them with you all out there. Ladies, whoever you are, I love our common thread. Even if often times our common threads are idiot males who are putting us through living hell.

Here's my latest. I hate to say that my feelings for you have changed so much - when I thought so highly of marriage and committment, and all that goes along with those things. I used to preach like I knew what I was talking about - it was easy to do before I was actually married. I knew it wouldn't be easy - and I am okay with that, but what I didn't realize was that when we got married, that I would lose all of my physical attraction to you. We went out recently and every time you touched me I wanted to run screaming in the other direction. You talked to another girl most of the night at that party, and you know what? I WANTED you to take her home. Knowing that that would be the last thing on earth you would ever do ... but why not? Please. Have an affair. Fall in love with someone who isn't me. Do something so I won't feel like such a complete ass for wanting out of our marriage. You are the best man on the planet. And what I want is sex. Not from you. I know that I should be careful about what I wish for - I may just get it. But you know what? I deserve it. I should be miserable for awhile. I had an affair. I've already started lying to new guys I meet about what my life is like. And I know that there isn't another you out there. I don't know what to do, and baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I have to do this alone for awhile - maybe a long while. Maybe forever.


Confession #1130

I'm so tired of your temper. You think just because you've never hit me that it's okay. It's not. You're impatience with the kids isn't okay either. I know that they're annoying. I know that they whine. I know that they cry at the drop of a hat and then continue to cry for half an hour. I'm the one that's here with them ALL.DAY.LONG. Is it too much to ask that when you're home for the 2 1/2 hours until bedtime that you are patient and kind and don't yell at them constantly? Things here are relatively happy until you come home- then everyone is crying until I put them in bed. They're kids. It's what they do. They're a heck of a lot easier to deal with if you treat them with respect and love rather then demands and knee jerk reactions.

I don't know what's happened to you. But I don't like it.

If I ever chance to bring up something you may do differently parenting-wise it's met with anger and you throwing back into my face my lack of perfection. I know I'm not perfect. Believe me. But do you think maybe that since I'm the one that spends 24/7 with these kids and since I'm the one that reads the books, magazines, and websites about child rearing that maybe, just maybe that maybe I might be able to tell you what works a little better? When are you going to realize that half the reason they don't listen to you is that you don't enforce what you say until you've said it 10 times. There's a reason that all I have to do is start counting before they jump- they know that I'm serious when they see that first finger go up. Also- the empty threats? That doesn't work either. They know very well that you're not going to throw all their toys away, make them walk home on the freeway, or make them sleep in the backyard. They're not dumb.

Neither am I. Yet I feel like you think I am whenever I make a comment you don't agree with. I don't think you realize how much I read and study about politics, history, different religions, the environment ect. But if I don't agree with you then I must be wrong. I miss talking to you. Now you're not interested in hearing me talk- just having me listen. Sometimes I have things to say too. But I don't think you care.

I feel like I'm retreating farther and farther into myself when you're around. I'm not free to be me with you- so I save myself for other people. Doesn't that make you at least a little bit sad? It should.

Sometimes I think that I made a huge mistake- that if I'd waited longer I'd have met someone that I'd have been more compatiable with. That makes me sad. Yet- because of the kids I'm not leaving. Yet. You need to get on the ball with your temper and your attitude before you kill off the best part of me.

I hope you read this. I hope you know that it's me writing. Most of all I hope it makes a difference.

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Confession #1111

I love him............... I would do him without any shame at all. I would enjoy every minute of it and would be without any conscience because I have NONE........... now I feel better.

Confession #1112

Finding out that your car was repossessed was the bright spot in my dreary day.
I'm just glad I didn't stick around long enough for you to fuck up my credit
too. Oh, and hearing about your eviction last week, that was pretty great too.
Let the new fiance deal with your financial issues. I'm done paying for your
mistakes.

And please, please, please, stop calling me to tell me how wonderful your life
is. I'm pretty cure having no place to live and no car to get to work in isn't
so peachy. I know your life sucks, I'm glad it does. Get over it.

Confession #1113

If I was who you thought I was, would you still love me?

If you knew what I was really like – would you still see goodness in me…somewhere?

If you thought that I had done the things that I have, would you be as disgusted with me as I am?

If you could see past my smile and look beyond the dinner that I just put in front of you, could you see that I am a lost soul.

Do you know that I am crying all day, silently…whilst I laugh and play with the children.

Would it bother you to know that I lock myself in the closet and scream the scream that only the loneliest can?

Do you fucking CARE that I am not an extension of you?

I am so done.

With this

You

Life

I am so, utterly alone.



You have no idea who I am.


Confession #1114

The one thing that drives me insane about my man.


I love you with all my heart. You are by far the best thing that ever happened to me. But when I am watching Lost on Wednesday nights after finally getting the baby to sleep and you're sitting there with me kinda bored because you don't know what's going on, please please PLEASE SHUT UP! Yes, I know I can watch it again the next day online, but I don't care. I like to sit down those three times a week and the whole 6 hours I watch telly and actually HEAR what's going on. I don't wnat to have a conversation with you all through the show. I don't need your running commentary on it. Go find something else to do. Isn't there a football game you can go watch in the bedroom or something like you do during Desperate Housewives?

Confession #1115

From one wife to another:



I want desperately to be a good friend and to be a good person but I'm having a hard time figuring out how to do both. Your husband is a mean, controlling, bully. And I'm scared for you. But you've made it clear to me that you're content with the relationship despite his tendencies towards aggression and that you won't consider leaving him. So now what? A good friend would respect your choices and your marriage and support you in your decision to make this horrible relationship work. But a good person wouldn't sit back, being "supportive" while a woman and her 4 kids were being terrorized next door. Where does that leave me? I've been making myself sick over this.



And I'm really sorry that I offended you yesterday when I said that he needs to get his lazy ass up and get a job, he needs to start respecting all the (paid and unpaid) work you do every day to keep your family afloat, he needs to realize that in consensual relationships sex and affection are earned not demanded, he needs to learn that putting his hands on you is a crime punishable by jail time, and he needs to learn that you are a grown-ass woman who's smart and capable as hell and that you don't need his bullshit. The last thing I wanted to do was "hit you when you were down" and I realize now that it wasn't what you needed to hear at the moment. But sweetie, you DO need to hear it at some point. Because he's not the only one who needs to be convinced of all those things.

Please understand that I care about you a lot, and I'm trying like hell to walk this crazy tightrope of respecting your wishes without disrespecting my own personal sense of human dignity. And please know that if you ever do decide to kick his sorry ass to the curb, I'll be right behind you wearing my big, bad, steel-toed boots.

Confession #1116

hello to the true wife confession fans.
i'm confessing my betrayal to all of you.i thought i was happily married until i met a man that swept me off my feet. i'm the worst person i know my loving husband never did anything to desire what i did after 13 years of marriage i slept with another man (somewhat) he was wonderful to me, maybe i was stupid to think that he really loved me. i almost lost my husband and my family because of this. sure he gave me the moon and stars, and anything i asked for but i told him i was leaving my husband for him, he told me not to because he was not worth me leaving my husband. i tried to convence him that we would be a big happy family. HOW STUPID OF ME!!!!!!!
we stopped seeing each other after of 6 months of pure love. and now i'm back home with my husband and children, but not a day goes by that i don't think about him.

Confession #1117

Two weeks ago, when we argued, it was different. You did it in front of the kids, and we vowed to never do that. You grabbed my wrist, and wouldn't let go. That scared me, since I can never tell when you've been drinking.
Last night, we argued again. Again, you did it in front of the kids, even though I tried to take them out of the room. Again, you've been drinking. This time, you wrapped your hands around my neck, and tried to choke me.
In front of the kids.
It happened so fast, I thought I imagained it. I should have called the police, but I wasn't even sure it even happened. Except our daughter was crying hysterically.
This is from my heart:
If you ever touch me again, it will be the last thing you do. I will get a knife and fucking stab you like an animal. Don't bring out the chola in me. Don't make me do it. I'll fucking ventilate you, and not think twice about it.
Don't test me.
Tell that to your buddies at the country club.

Confession #1118

I already know what I'm putting on your tombstone:
Wonderful father.
Lousy husband.

This is what gets me through the day sometimes.

COnfession #1119

ou arent my husband, or my boyfriend, but youre a man that I live with, so i think that you count...

Ok. buddy...you live with 2 women. You see us clean DAILY. We have a dishwasher-JUST PUT YOUR DIRTY DISHES IN IT! IT IS 1 FOOT AWAY FROM THE SINK! and if it is full...UNLOAD IT! How do you think those clean dishes get out of there??? WE PUT THEM AWAY!!! I realize you are in school and dont have a job, but we do. We work A LOT. And we still manage to clean our large home. When i leave to go to my BF's and you are laying on the couch, then i come home at noon the next day and you are still there....there when i go to work...you obviously have plenty of time to clean. if you have time to watch Family guy and the Simpsons, and Cartoons ALLLLLLL day, then maybe you can find the time to put your dirty cup in the dishwasher. And you need to start cleaning the house. I know you think "it isnt dirty". It isnt dirty bc we clean! You sit and watch us do it! you actually layed onthe couch and watched me vaccuum up the leaves you drag in. And you and i share a bathroom. WIPE YOURE PUBES OUT OF THE SHOWER! They arent from me!! i have blonde hair on my head and no hair anywhere else!!! stop spitting on the sink when you brush!! AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, if you leave shit marks in the toliet give it another flush!!! ive asked you　A　MILLION　TIMES　ｔｏ　ＷＩＰＥ　ＹＯＵＲ　ＰＵＢＥＳ　ＯＵＴ　ＯＦ　ＴＨＥ　ＳＨＯＷＥＲ，　ｖｅｒｙ　ｎｉｃｌｅｙ，　ｂｕｔ　ｌａｓｔ　ｎｉｇｈｔ　ｗｈｅｎ　ｉ　ｗａｓ　ｓｈｏｗｅｒｉｎｇ　ａｎｄ　ｆｏｕｎｄ　１　ｓｔｕｃｋ　ｔｏ　ｍｅ　ｉ　ｆｌｉｐｐｅｄ　ｏｕｔ，　ａｎｄ．．．．ｉ　ｐｅｅｄ　ｏｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｌｏｏｆａｈ！　：－）

Confession #1120

I hate you. I have never hated anyone. But you are so full of hate you get nothing better in return. You hate women. You hate yourself. You hated your poor mother, may she rest in peace. You hate everyone and everything around you because everyone is happier and better off than you. You are miserable and pathetic, scrawny and sickly and weak. I left you over three years ago when I was three weeks pregnant because it was right. I wasn't about to subject my innocent baby to your abuse. I was so scared and screwed up and it took me a long time to get back on my feet, but I am, almost. It would help if you paid child support but I really don't care. You never will.

I am beautiful. Period. I was not fat when we were married. All the mooing at me, watching every bite I ate, calling me Babe the Pig? You know what that did to me. That's why you did it. I was a size 6, for god's sake. I was gorgeous and sexy then. And I'm gorgeous and sexy now, and I finally realized it, even with this extra baby weight that I still can't get rid of. I was and still am a fucking bombshell, like Callie on Grey's Anatomy. He thinks so too. He loves my body, my curves, my breasts and thighs and ass. But you tried to make me believe it was because I wasn't sexy that you couldn't keep it up.

I met him just a couple months after I left you, totally by chance, and I knew right away, that very second. And I didn't want a relationship yet - I was so screwed up from all the abuse you dished out, verbal and physical, that I didn't want to go near him. I almost gave him up. But he loved me enough that I'm ok now. I'm not angry at you anymore, but I detest you with every fibre of my being. I'm not scared of you anymore, but if you ever come near me it will be the end of you. I have found my power, finally. I will never see you again. You will never see us, and if you do find us someday, he'll beat the shit out of you. He's much bigger than you, and is so many other things that through genetics or bad upbringing or insecurity you will never be. MY daughter (yes, mine - you've never even seen her) is 2 1/2 now and beautiful and happy and wild and creative, and he loves her like his own. Like you never could, because you can't even stand yourself. And you know, we're not perfect together, me and him. We have grumpy moments, and the 6000 miles between us is so damn hard, but we've stuck it out and we know without a doubt that what we have, however 'imperfect,' is the real thing. But we've never had a fight, and he's never raised a hand to me. We've never even yelled. We're a family, the three of us, and that's something you'll never have. I have hugged and kissed my baby girl goodnight every night of her life (except for that one week I was in Europe for a much-deserved vacation, even on my minimum wage salary), so you can keep your flat screen TV and pile of video game consoles that you seem to think makes your life so much better than mine. If you put them really close to your bed they just might keep you warm.

True Wife Confession 111 - the age at which Bilbo Baggins left the Shire

Confession #1101

You say that you love me, but that you don't love me the way a husband should love a wife. You say you are broken and ask me to give you time to figure things out.

I've tried hard to be patient and do whatever I can to help you, but I am running out of gas. I feel empty, alone, and unloved.

I still love you and I am torn between doing whatever it takes to help you and taking care of myself and making sure that I don't get damaged further.

I just know I can't go on much longer like we are. You do nothing more than hug me. You do not kiss me or say "I love you" anymore. I feel like I am reduced to the position of live-in nanny/maid at our house--sleeping in the guest room for the past two weeks.

How much longer is it fair for me to endure this? How much longer until I make myself a priority? This may be working for you, but it is not working for me.

Confession #1102

I just cooked the driest turkey EVER (I really didn't want to kill us with undercooked meat, and we don't have a kitchen thermometer). And I was completely guessing at the gravy (first time I've made it at all), and it came out so lumpy (at least it tasted right)! And yet, you ate it all, cleaned your plate, all the while saying, "Mm, Baby, this is SO GOOD." Thank you for making me feel good about myself after a stressful day for both of us, and making me feel confident in one of the few areas we both enjoy (we have such divergent interests), and that you know is really important to me to be good at. I didn't even mind cleaning up after I cooked tonight. (Here's another confession: I usually hate it. I wish you'd volunteer to clean up more.) (Tonight you DID volunteer! And I said NO! Because I was so blown away that you were being so considerate, even after our stressful day.) I can't wait to get married in September. God I love you.

Confession #1103

I'll never forget when you yelled at me over the phone. The words, "fucking die," will always haunt me of how you really feel. I think you should go find someone who makes you happy. Obviously, being married to you doesn't exactly thrill me at all, anymore

Confession #1104

I have always wanted to tell you this. Your breath stinks and you you have horribly skinny legs. When you stand in front of me and THINK you are sexy......well you are not.
Your legs look like sticks and you are bald. But I love you anyways

Confession #1104

He broke my heart 12 years ago and now he's back. He says he will go to the
ends for the earth for me. I know that you love me to an extent but would
you go that far? Doubtful. He uses words such as "I'm so full of you, My
heart thumps so loudly in my chest when you are thought of", all I get from
you is "Your so full of it". I'm a strong person I know I can make it on my
own with 2 kids, not a doubt in my mind really, but would you let me leave?
or would you try to take away my kids for your own personal selfish reasons,
I know your mother would. She's an evil witchy woman of the worst kind.
Only time will tell.

Confession #1105

Telling me what a great father you could be AFTER convincing me that an
abortion was our ONLY option really fucking hurt. It was beyond
insensitive. Telling me you would have taken me to the doctor's after I
went by myself wasn't so great either. Finding out that the reason you
abandoned me while I was pregnant was that you were seeing an 18 YEAR
OLD GIRL hurt me more than you can imagine.

I am so thankful that neither myself or a child will be stuck with you
for the rest of our lives. But I will never ever forgive you for making
me give up on the one person I know I could have loved. I gave up
everything for you, for us. I did everything you asked. How could you?
Every word out of your mouth has been a lie. You broke every promise
you ever made to me.

The sad part is, after all you've put me through, I still love you.
Well, I don't love YOU, I love who you used to be. I love the man who
sent me flowers at work and held the door and brought coffee to the
office on his days off. I miss the terribly sweet, romantic, loving man
that I gave my life to. You are not that man anymore, and I hate you
for it.

Confession #1106

I think the reason I've gained about 20 pounds in the last 4 months is because I don't want to swap again. I know I agreed to it and liked it, but that's the problem- I liked it too much and I don't want to end up doing something stupid like doing it behind your back. I hate that I've gained the weight but I don't want to feel sexy... not to anyone but you. On the other hand I hate the weight and I miss the compliments and looks from other men. I guess I lack self control. I love you, husband.

Confession #1107

Does everyone have a certain 'someone' (obviously not their husband) that they day dream about a bit too frequently and would so like to act upon it, but don't ??? Because in the six years that I have been married, I have ALWAYS had crushes on different men at different times. Even when the marriage is going well.

Well, now I know that I can act on my current crush if I want. And people, I DO need to have some great sex. I know that the reality is it probably wouldn't be as incredible as I imagine it could be...but I sooo want to.

I try, I really have tried to make my husband better in bed. But, he is a SELFISH lover. He couldn't care less whether I come or not. Says he does, but never does anything about it. I do everything. He complains that we don't do it enough, but he actually never initiates it anymore. He watches way too much porn, and I think he thinks that that is how you are supposed to fuck someone. That I am going to have some huge orgasm by blowing him or something. Have tried explaining the term FAKE ORGASM, and that these women are acting (uh-hem). But, he just doesn't get it - and obviously does not get it, because I fake it all the time.

I know that if I act on this, it could all end in tears. I don't want to fall in love with anyone else, and I do want to be married (mostly) to my husband. But the most of the time, the sex is just not good. And there is only so much a vibrator can do, right?

I feel very guilty even writing this. But saying that, am I seriously going to have not even semi-good sex with this man for the rest of my life??????????

Confession #1108

I know we said we weren't buying Christmas presents for each other
this year. We're traveling for family and spending for them, and we
need to be wise monetarily. I know that. But even if you usually
take 2 years to pick out whatever lotion or other object from a kiosk
in the mall that you think I'll enjoy, I like your presents the most.
You really care about picking them out. I secretly hope you get me
one anyway.


Confession #1109

I love my husband more than anything in the world, but sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on something. I think about past relationships and think, what if. I would never tell my husband this, I would never want to hurt him, but I want to know what I missed. I won't risk it now because I have a family and I don't want to hurt anyone.

Confession #1110

Do you know what dear husband? I'm so sick of you using your back injury as
an excuse to not do things. Well, things that *I* need you to do. It hurts
so bad, you just had to sleep all day. But the next day, you are up and out
of the house right behind me to go hunting or whatever. NOT FAIR.

You wonder why I get pissed off when you go away for a few days, leaving me
with all the housework, childcare, etc.? Have you ever thought that maybe
*I* would like a day or two away, with no responsibilities? But that's not
possible, because unlike you, I have to get my tired, cranky ass up every
day and go to work. To a job I absolutely hate. Why is it too much to ask
to have you help me get our son ready, so I'm not late for work every day.

Also, when you say you are going to the store for something, and I say, ok,
there's XX amount of money, and you come home and say you spent twice that
much, regardless of what you bought, I'm allowed to be pissed off that you
fucked up my budget, AGAIN! Your compulsive shopping habits are driving me
absolutely insane. I'm sick and tired of being so fussy about money,
because you can't stop screwing the budget up. YOU FIGURE OUT BILLS on our
limited money, since you still aren't back to work. When was the last time
I bought myself something? HUH? A very long fucking time. Yet you always
go out and get whatever you want for yourself. NOT FAIR!

Deep down, I'm almost not afraid if you leave. I'm a bitch? Buddy, you
don't know how good you fricking have it. You will NEVER find someone else
to put up with the shit you put me through on a daily basis. Yes I may
overreact to some things, but you drive me to it, constantly.

I could go on, but what's the point. Nothing will change, even if you did
read this.

True Wife Confession 110 Supercentenarian!

Confession #1091

From one Mom to another:

Its so sad that if I want to take my son outside, I take him to the park. I can't even go in our back yard to push my son on the swing set anymore. Because when I do, two minutes later, you and your daughter come out. You then say, "She wants to play with your son." Then you walk back into your house before I can even answer a "yes" or "no". I end up feeding her and taking care of her for hours. I'm not here to raise and feed your child. And if you didn't want her in the first place, as you've stated time and time again, you should have USED SOME DAMN BIRTH CONTROL!

You don't even realize how sweet and smart your little girl is. All you see is a responsibility that you didn't want in the first place. She's a tough little girl to survive the almost daily beatings by your 10-year-old autistic child. Every time I see her, she's got bruises, bite marks and some sort of injury. When I ask you about it, you say it is her fault because she got to close to your autistic son. What? Is he a rabid DOG? You LET him bite/scratch/hit her when she gets within a foot of him. You defend him! You say he's smart. Then you need to discipline him for this behavior.

This is the ONLY reason we let her come over to our house. It boils my blood to know I'm doing you a favor. And one you don't even appreciate. But I worry more about your little girl. She needs to be exposed to adults that give her positive attention and praise. She deserves to spend time in an environment where she doesn't have to worry about her brother, or parents hitting her.

Oh and you have a sweet dog too. But you just see her as a pain in the ass too. Your dog repeatedly gets loose. And then we find her on our front porch. This happens almost every night. God only knows what you guys do to the dog...

You're so busy bitching about all of your problems and trying to extract pity from people, you don't even realize the blessings in your life.

Confession #1092

I am so absolutely crazy about you. We have a connection that some people
can only dream of and I cherish our relationship more than anything. You
waited so patiently to be with me and now that we are together, nothing can
come between us. I just hope that we never lose this feeling. I can't
imagine us getting caught up in that 'same boring routine'.
Believe it or not, I love how much of an agitator you are. We are constantly
trying to find ways to bug each other [watch for ice cubes while you're in
the shower. Payback is a b*tch!], but it makes our lives fun and
interesting.
I know that I tend to get paranoid and insecure sometimes, but I know that
you will never leave me. So don't doubt me when I say that I believe you and
trust you.
There are so many things that I love about you. When you greet me at the
door when I get home from work because you get home first, when I say that I
have to do some cleaning and you correct me by saying that "WE have to do
some cleaning," when you wear your cologne to bed just because I LOVE the
smell [Coastline, ladies!]...I could continue forever!
Im yours for as long as you want me and I cant wait to be your wife. I love
you babe!

Yours always.


Confession #1093

I do not know why, but sometimes i obsess about my step-daughters mother. I have not seen or talked to her in months. I should be thrilled with the distance. I just don't trust her. I do not trust what my husband gets himself sucked into. With the holidays approaching I know we will be in for some drama. Because of her I carry a prejudice against women who have babies to have "someone", or to try to trap a husband. Some of my best friends fall into that category.

Confession #1094

It took us so long to get here. I didn't want to rush
you, because I knew you were still hung up on her.
Now that we're finally here, wouldn't it be nice if we
could have sex more often when we're not so drunk.
Remember how nice it was yesterday morning. For the
first time, I think you actually saw ME and it was beautiful

Confession #1095

My dearest:

You stated you wanted to figure out a way for us to be located closer to one another. I laughed it off because I didn't think you meant it, I thought it was part of your regular lip service. You acted hurt and offended and played the victim for a week. Then, I sent you a job posting a week and a half ago that would do just that. Yet, you haven't applied.

Please don't let me be right again. If you don't want to be closer or aren't interested in the job, just tell me. Don't pretend. I can't take another disappointment from you. In fact, I've determined this will be the last one.


Confession #1096

I love you. You are a fantastic husband, and wonderful father. Every day I wonder how I got so lucky as to marry you and raise kids with you. I look forward to our years together.

That said, there are times that I think about you dying. I don't want you to die. But I know that the first thing I would do, after grieving and trying to get my life back in order, would be to hire people to do all the fix-it jobs around the house that go undone. I know it's not because you're lazy. You are the last thing from lazy. But you refuse to hire anybody to do things like fix the roof, fix a ceiling, resurface a bathtub, anything like that. I think the only times we've called repairmen in the last year was to have the water heater replaced and the fridge fixed.

I appreciate that you are so handy around the house. I do. I think it's awesome that you can rewire things and fix things and the way you fixed the garbage disposal? Awesome.

But please, can't we hire a few people to do things so you don't have to worry about not getting around to them? Between the kids, who you love to spend time with, and your job, which is busy, I understand that you have a hard time carving out time to get to these jobs. Can we just hire somebody to fix the damn hole in the ceiling in our bedroom? We aren't poor. We could afford it. I get tired of hearing, "I can do that myself and save money" when the thing in question remains undone and you stress about it.

I would miss you terribly if you died. On the other hand, I would be calling repairmen so fast after a few months that it wouldn't be funny.

Confession #1097

Dearest husband,

Do you know how you like to make your coffee in the morning, and just leave a big coffee and water mess on the counter, right in the same spot where I also need to make my tea? And you know how you will no longer use *my* dish towel for any reason, because it sometimes gets used to wipe the counter and you just can't fathom touching such a filthy towel? And how you've decided to have your own dish towel on a separate rack under the sink, so that it's there for the bazillion times that you wash your hands everyday? Well, thank you, sweetheart, because you've helped me find the perfect solution to your daily coffee/water mess.

Today, I used your precious, special dish towel to clean up the ridiculous coffee and water mess that you leave for me on the counter every day. Then when I was done, I wiped the dog's wet paws with the precious dish towel before I hung it back on your rack under the sink.

And it felt so darn good that I've decided I'm going to do that every day.

Confession #1098

When I tell you that you didn't tell me that you had a business trip scheduled, DO NOT INSIST that you did tell me. I write this shit DOWN. I have to move all sorts of things around, believe me, I take notice of when you will be gone. Besides, you are the one with shit for memory, not me.

Confession #1099

I am angry at you for leaving me, you would think that 13 years later I would be over it, but still the very thought of losing you makes the wound feel as fresh as the day they told me you were gone. You were my first best friend, my first real love and I wasn't even mature enough to realize it. I thought that when you moved that was loss, but later when you took your own life - you would show me what real loss was. I have screamed at thunderstorms, cried in the wind, and to no avail. Nothing brings closure, nothing heals this hurt.

To have someone like you in my life, to believe that I am loved unconditionally ,and then to have that taken away - it makes me think I will never be able to trust or love anyone again. I'm afraid that no one will ever love me, the way you did. I am afraid that for the rest of my life they very thought of you will always reduce me to hurt and tears. I'm afraid I will never be able to let you go, even though you left me and didn't even call to say good-bye.

Confession #1100

For the past two months, I have been talking to my ex and even went out to dinner with him twice. We've also recently been enjoying some really steamy phone calls and text messages together.

We plan on meeting up again in the very near future to act out some of those conversations.

I do love you. You're a good man and a wonderful life partner, but no matter how many times we've talked about it, you still do not seem interested in sex with me, or sex at all, for that matter. It's like you're embarrassed or ashamed of it. We only had sex ONCE on our honeymoon, for fuck's sake! That should've been a giveaway right there, but I was either too naive or just deeply in denial to question it.

Your idea of a wild time is getting me from behind. Whoop-de-freaking-doo. You don't like porn, you're not interested if I wear lingerie for you, you don't like talking during sex, don't want to share your fantasies with me (do you even HAVE any?), you have no idea what foreplay is. On the rare occasions I do get lucky, you jump out of bed immediately afterwards like you're on fire, and clean yourself up like it's just one big mess. Most of the time, though, you just seem completely asexual. I know you're not gay, but I don't know what your problem is. I've asked you so many times to try something different, but you're resistant. I have no idea why. I'm considered attractive by most people and I shouldn't have to go through the rest of my life like this. The few people in my life who know about this issue with us can't believe it. They can't believe that you're giving up sex with me to watch the fucking Masters on TV. They all think you're an idiot, and in fact your best guy friend knows about this and has encouraged me several times to "do what I need to do" to get some on the side. Even HE thinks I should cheat on you. How fucked up is that??? I'd never tell him, of course.

Anyway, I know what I'm doing/about to do is wrong, but I suppose I'm just being selfish that way. Just like you're being selfish about upholding the physical end of the deal in our marriage. I mean, you're supposed to be the only person I'm having sex with...yet you're more interested in watching sports and golfing. So what else can I do? I'm out of ideas.

Aside from the lack of physical contact, you and I have a good marriage. I don't want to divorce you. You're kind, smart, stable. Our families like each other. You will be a good father, if we can ever manage to have enough sex to conceive. But I'm unwilling to give up hot, slammed-up-against-a-wall sex for the rest of my life just yet. I'm still young, in good shape, and I want to enjoy it for as long as I can.

My ex is the perfect person to take care of me on the side. True, he's still living his life as he was 10 years ago, and I have moved on and grown up. But a part of me still loves him, and I truly believe he is my soulmate. However, we would've never lasted as a couple. He's just too irresponsible and has too much emotional baggage. But he's the perfect "friend-with-benefits" for me right now. I feel safe with him, and he makes me feel beautiful. He encourages me to flaunt my sexuality--loves it, as a matter of fact--and is confident and eager to satisfy me. Which is way more than can be said about you. He tells me that I should be getting it every night from you, but if you're not up for the task, he's more than happy to do it for you.

So I'm sorry in advance, honey, if I decide to pull the trigger and act on this. And I hope you NEVER find out.

True Wife Confessions 109 Shibuya

Confession #1081

Ten years ago today we married. We stood before our family, our friends and God and committed to each other to make it a lifetime and go the distance.

Three years ago I sat you down and put the apartment listings, daycare locations and job listings I was applying for in front of you because I was done. We were done. I was sick of the disrespect. Sick of being unloved and deemed unlovable. Sick of feeling too young to live the rest of my life like that. Sick of allowing our son to watch and learn how NOT to treat his wife. I put all the print-outs in front of you and told you to choose. Either choose the wife, family, home, LIFE you already have and choose to do it right or choose for me to leave.

To my surprise, you re-chose me. It took a while to re trust the unguarded me with you again but I did and there isn't a minute now that I'm not eternally thankful for it, for you, for us. We're ten years older and ten years wiser with ten years of history behind us and we're better than ever. I can't imagine what my life would be if you'd made the other choice and I'm going to spend the next ten years and longer letting you know how thankful I am to have what we have.

You spent a year not being you and we spent a year not being us. I know neither of us has forgotten that and I think that's a good thing. We're not taking what we have for granted anymore. You're my friend again, my husband again, his dad again, my love again.

I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do for me and for him. You work so unbelievably hard, away from home so much during the week, so that I can be here with him, caring for him, getting him off the bus, making lunch. When he first joined us I was so set on having a career and now I get a panic attack at the thought of having to get a job which would make it so I was not the one to kiss the boo-boos and slice the apples. Thank you for calming me when the money gets tight and the panic hits and soothing me that we'll figure it out, it'll all be ok.

And then when you are home, you're so engaged, so participating, so loving with him. He IS learning how to be a great husband and father through you. He's got the BEST daddy and I've got the BEST husband.

Happy Anniversary honey. I couldn't have a better life and that's because of you. Thank you for your endless love, support, care, friendship and heart.

Confession #1082

From one wife to another:

Your husband is spineless. If there's a visual for the word "Tool" in the dictionary, it should be a photo of your husband's clueless mug. He's just as neglectful of your children as you are. I feel so bad for your kids... No wonder they have so many problems.

Confession #1083

I confess that I'm not sure if I love you anymore. Perhaps I should be
more succinct. I do love you, but I have fallen out of love with you, and
every time you hurt me I love you less. You hurt me in big ways and
small. You have grabbed my arm and bruised it several times, you have
pushed me onto the floor, you have broken my things and thrown objects and
smashed glass on the floor, and you have expected me to clean up, and I
have. I hate myself for doing those things, but I did them, there's no
denying it. These violent actions have been spread out over 3 or 4 years,
so they seem somewhat diluted I guess. You have insulted my family and my
friends - that's less forgivable than the physical stuff. What wears away
at me is the little things, though. You treat me like a child. I have
supported you in your quest to change careers for three years now. You
have health insurance and a house because of me. I don't deny that you
work your ass off, because you do, but you seem to forget that I do
too. Sometimes you make more money than me; more often, you make less or
none. I know you'll eventually make a good salary, but I feel as though I
am your slave and I am under a microscope all the time. You do nothing
around the house, you complain that you have no clean socks when I'm in the
midst of doing laundry (hello? you can also do laundry! I'm pretty sure
you've done it before...), you smoke cigars and then expect me to love your
smelly self (and you tell everyone you're a non-smoker just because you've
given up cigarettes and pot), and you complain about the lack of sex. The
lack of sex, my friend, is because you are mean to me. I clean the hell
out of the house, and what do you do? You notice a slight film on the
counter in one spot, probably leftover from the soft scrub, that you can
only see in certain light. You can't compliment me or be thankful for the
fact that you do nothing - NOTHING - in our home, you can only find
fault. I work late because the grant I'm paid from runs out soon. I'm
trying really hard to have my boss find a way to get new funding for
me. I'm not cheating on you. If we fail, I'm never, ever going to be in a
relationship again. There is no way under this sun that I want to have
another relationship if we split, especially not one that would involve a
penis. You dictate my time, and you question every move I make when I'm
out of your sight. I AM NOT YOUR EX. I am not the person who cheated on
you. I have such an incredible desire to be devoid of male contact you
should be thrilled. You make me feel like a child. You explain everything
to me, down to how to clean the dishes - that you never wash, by the
way. Um, guess what? I have a brain! I'm pretty fucking
intelligent! Probably more than you! To say nothing of the fact that I've
cleaned a gazillion dishes and bathtubs and counters and rugs and clothing
and...and... and... you don't do any of it. And I do. You aren't allowed
to criticize. If what I do is so bad, YOU do it. I work more than forty
hours a week, and I am also going to school. You have lovely dinners and a
clean house and clean clothing because of me. You have health insurance
because of me. I can't believe you have all of this and you are still mean
and arrogant toward me.

I don't even know why I'm with you anymore.

Confession #1084

Some days the only reason I don't leave you is because all the men who've shown an interest in me are polyamorous and ugly. If I have to settle for an ugly man I'm sure as hell not going to share.

Confession #1085

Do not ignore me when I try to get you up in the morning... one of these days I won't give a damn that you hate cold water and I WILL use it. I'm having a hard time remembering what a great guy you can be when EVERY morning I have to go ahead and get your fat ass outta bed. It makes me madder then you will ever know.

Oh, and when we argue on the phone DO NOT act like a frikkin' child and hang up...


Confession #1086

I love you so much it makes me sick. But I must admit, I was relieved when your mom died. I can't believe I am writing this, it's been my little secret for almost a year.

Confession #1087

I love you with all I have.

BUT. I loathe cuddling with you at night. You have gained over 50 lbs in the 16 years we have shared and after 2 kids, I have a weak bladder, PLUS I am a night sweater- the last thing I want is your dead weight on me when I am trying to sleep. That- and your shaved public region itches my back, which is the real reason I sleep clothed. You tell me I should be lucky to have someone who wants to cuddle? Besides you – who said I didn’t?

Confession #1088

You know, a compliment or two would go a hell of a long way. I'm not talking about gushing or being ridiculous, but SOMETHING - "hey honey, you look really nice" or the occasional "I think you are beautiful". I don't need tons of verbal reassurance, but damn, it would be really good to hear it every once in a while FROM YOU.

Because when the guy at work says it, I light up inside. Thats how I know I miss it, but you say its silly and you shouldn't need to say those things, I should just KNOW them. Still, a girl likes to hear it once in a while.

Confession #1089

From one Mom to another:

Your son's got a drug addiction and he's been trying to sell his wares to the neighbor kids. You don't seem to care. But it KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT. I wonder what he'll be inhaling, sniffing, or injecting when he's 17, 18 and older. We've already been a victim of his drug problems. And it keeps me awake at night wondering what else he'll try to steal from us in the future.... He has no conscious nor compassion. Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Confession #1090

It was me who was home with our new baby waiting for you. It was me up late every night so we could see each other. It was me trying so hard to make things easier for you because you were "stressed out from work."

It was you who had a sudden interest in working out everyday. It was you who wanted to shop for clothes. You even showered me and the baby with things. We had family days and took the baby to the beach and the zoo. It was going so well.

I believe you when you say you didn't sleep with her. Perhaps you just hadn't had the chance yet. But you know what? It would have been easier if you had. I would rather you had slept with her, but it was her you were calling every night on your way home from work. It was her that was watching you at your games. It was her you called before you left for your business trips. It was her that would completely change what you stand for.

It was you who held my hands and looked me in the eyes and lied. Over and over you lied. I was overreacting and I didn't understand; it was no big deal; you two are just friends. Even if you didn't sleep with her, you're a liar and a cheat; you're not the person I married.

My confession is that I'm the one who made the mistake. I should've left you then. Because now, two years later, I still can't trust you. You're not my safe place. You're supposed to the one man that's never lied to me. And every time you open your mouth, I question it; the sincerity, the look in your eye. Everyone who knows you says that you're the most honest, stand-up guy they know; they haven't got a clue. And I'm not telling, because now, our baby is little girl who loves her daddy more than anything. And as much as you've let me down, I know you won't let her down.

True Wife Confessions 108 names of Ganesh

Confession #1071

I know that when you say you have a pounding headache, and you're going to bed you are lying. I know you block my name and sit in a chat room for the rest of the night. Why lie? I know you've been lying to me since at least August. You've hurt my feelings more than you'll ever know. Just don't be surprised when I'm not so readily available to talk to you about your problems. I've been there for you through the worst of the worst. When everyone else walked away I stayed your friend. Remember that.

Confession #1072

I know we worked out our kinks with your porn addiction awhile ago. I know
you look, you know I know you look, and since you aren't hiding it anymore,
I'm fine with it. Except, remember when we talked about it and I said I was
only fine with it IF I was sexually satisfied first? If you spent time on
me first, then those girls with fake tits and bad blonde dye jobs second?
Well, we've had sex twice since our son was born earlier this year. Twice.
And we both know that between the baby and the other kids and our jobs time
is limited, but I know without even checking your laptop that you are
getting all of your sexual release from porn. I'd like to make a joke about
it not being so bad as long as I have more batteries, but I need sex damnit.
So get your head out of your ass and fuck your wife already. Shesh.

Confession #1073

Guys, guys...

your wives are all friends of mine. They've been my friends and mentors for
fifteen years, and I know all of you, too; however, there seems to be a
problem. Is it that you don't trust them? Or is it that you don't want to
be alone in your house for an evening? Do you think that I, a single woman,
am going to drag them out to a bar? I can't fathom it! When I invite them
to a "girl's night" dinner party at my house, it's so they can get away from
the kids, and we can BS about work and family, movies and books, and
whatever else we want to talk about -- and they don't have to cook, and they
don't have to answer to anyone, and they don't have to clean up afterwards.
Please, think about what you are doing when ALL three cellphones go off
between ten and ten-thirty because you guys are "wondering where" your wives
are, or just "checking in." I find myself a little embarrassed for my
friends, and worse, I feel bad for them. You KNOW where they are because
they TOLD you. That cell phone symphony is ridiculous!!

If we want to sit around and drink good wine and eat and laugh 'til three in
the morning, how can you begrudge your wives that? Aren't the kids already
in bed by ten?? Consider letting your wives be.... One night a year to
spend with friends is not too much to ask!

Confession #1074

From one wife to another:

You just told me your 4-year-old has six cavities. You oldest son is in rehab. Your middle child is the only one that gets any sort of attention from you. And that's only because he has special needs and you assume people view you as a martyr for helping him. In reality, you don't really do that much to help him. You seem to think that all three of your children's behavior problems are someone else's fault. And you will tell anyone who will listen horrible your life is. You are pathetic. You thrive on other people's pity. Take some responsibility for your actions and life. You reap what you sow.

Confession #1075

To my husband:

Our relationship has gotten so much better in the last few weeks. Thank you for pitching in and helping out when I get migraines. Thank you for not complaining when you've come home from a stressful day and I ask you to watch our son and make dinner so I can take some meds and go to bed.

Confession #1076

you are the most irritating and annoying sick person EVER. you whinge and whine and complain. I know you're poorly with gastro and it's awful but you called me EVERY 10 MINUTES last night. I was exhausted!

Your dependence and need for attention and affection is driving me away. we've been together for 6 years and you've gotten worse.

Confession #1077

Last night while I watched you soothe our baby when she was feeling sick it
made my heart want to burst. It's so true that watching a man be a daddy can
make you love him even more. 7 years, 3 children.... I love you more than I
ever imagined I could.

Confession #1078

I work full-time as a PA. I spend all day running around after other people and doing their chores and admin tasks. the LAST thing i need when i get home is you giving me tasks to do. do them yourself you lazy bastard!

When the rubbish gets full, EMPTY IT! yes, it starts to smell after a while. i don't leave the washing till you have absolutely nothing to wear before i wash, do i? and plleaaseee replace the bag. it's not rocket science.

don't leave me stranded in the toilet. the toilet paper is kept the other side of the flat.

Confession #1079

Waitin, watchin the clock, its four oclock, its got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says shes in love with him, cant find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, cant find a better man...
Cant find a better man

Talkin to herself, theres no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears hes gone
She lies and says shes in love with him, cant find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, cant find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, cant find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, cant find a better man...
Cant find a better man

She loved him, yeah...she dont want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah...thats why shell be back again
Cant find a better man
Cant find a better...man...

Someday, I will find a better man.

Confession #1080

I think we are finally becoming each other's best friend instead of each other's fuck buddy/roommate. I'm trying to become the kind of wife you want/need. And I see you've responded. I see you're trying to become the kind of hubby I want/need. And it makes my heart sing.