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husband is risking his life over in Iraq and your having sex with someone else. You can not take back what you did now. I think you should talk to the friend you had sex with and tell him that it will neve happen again, than you should come clean with your husband, he has the right to know, maybe you and your husband can go to counseling together to help you 2 through it, if you both plan on staying together. Be honest with your husband TELL HIM!

husband is risking his life over in Iraq and your having sex with someone else. You can not take ba...

Marriage

There is a line on feminism I'm a feminist and do believe a man should be courteous to women like open doors, pay for her food, pull out her chair, etc. but...ladies we need to show compassion as well and be ladies as well, not 'bitches.' So, to the guy that sacrificed his health and well being...I hope you realize you deserve better than that woman you were with. A few nights ago a man was hopping on one foot in snow pushing a stroller. His girlfriend or wife was complaining at him. There were at least 10 other who heard her say "We are going to this damn dinner with my cousin and I don't give a flying fuck you broke your ankle and knee. You are going to sit there and be happy and hide your pain, or I will break your other knee and ankle or push you in front of a car or bus. After we are done, we might go to the hospital." Seriously, on the street corner there was a small puddle of blood so he was really hurt. Maybe he slipped on ice or maybe she did something to him given how mad she was but...damn lady, he needed to go to the hospital. Your dinner dates most likely would have understood!

There is a line on feminism I'm a feminist and do believe a man should be courteous to women like o...

Violence, Marriage

Dear Bitch, Dear Bitch, I'm not sorry that your 3 week long relationship with my fiancee didnt go as you planned. I'm not sorry that he did not inform you that he was with someone else who is a turbo exploding bitch with fat exploding everywhere and blond her and face like a muffin break mime artist for almost a year and a half, that he was using you, and I was using your friendship and I wanted to see you hurt and used and the virgin energy sucked out of your cunt that he was not emotionally invested in you. OMG, he met your parents. You weren't DATING. That's fantastic. I'm not sorry that you fell so hard it was fun and hopelessly in love with somebody over the course of a month that you felt the need to publicly bash us both on social media. You, my dear nagflogfuck hole, are almost 24 years old. Grow the f up. Not everything has to be such a drama you're not going to kill yourself over someone you don't even know we want you to but it would be so fun and we could name our first baby after you and you can hold it if you want and fuck us both. but seriously. I'm embarassed and i need a fuck more then you do, you have no one and that just shows how dumb and weak you are and how much I need sex makes him come back for more and you want him to be this nice guy well he isn't and I love my bad boy so there. that I had to come and collect my sorry ass fiancee away from your stealing spree when I found out he was playing some poor girl like a fiddle in a pub and dicktesting the waters so I bashed you so what I was jealous, but you should be embarassed for letting yourself get so invested. We had a brief separation- he was seeing other people, i was seeing other people, we have shit figured out. He was never yours please stop accusing me of stealing your man. Sincerely, one hormonal, unpregnant but soon to be bitchy selfish controlling dominating sexy hot bitch housewife.

Dear Bitch, Dear Bitch, I'm not sorry that your 3 week long relationship with my fiancee didnt go ...

Adultery, Love, Marriage, Blasphemy

feeling wanted I've been I'm a relationship for 5 years and I can count one one hand how many times he's performed oral s**. He says that he only likes do it when he's completely drunk. Our s** life is great so I don't mind so much that I don't get it, but I wonder if its me.

feeling wanted I've been I'm a relationship for 5 years and I can count one one hand how many times...

Marriage

Dear Jake, I confess. When I first met you in 2010, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Actually, I only had eyes for your friend, James. But as we became better friends, I found out relationship growing and becoming something beautiful. You are a really funny guy, and always a barrel of laughs. I can't even begin to count the amount of times we were kicked out of our drama theatre room for giggling or hitting each other. We always had our antics. Especially that night we spun around in the rain for ten minutes straight before falling over and debating between each other what "It's Complicated" meant for a relationship status on Facebook. I'm glad that I got to be with you that year. I really liked you. And I felt really privliged to have that same feeling be returned by someone two years older than me. I got to meet people I had never met before, and became friends with so many of them. You changed me from the shy little grade nine girl, into the out-going, slap stick confident girl that I am now. You introduced me to the gaming world, and trolling. You brought me to 5Jan and stayed up with me for hours talking. You even wrote a poem for me in Shakespearian language, translated to Italian because we both loved them so much, I still quote that today! When we broke up, I felt the relationship had kindled to a barely dwindling fire. I wasn't surprised. We didn't talk for months, but I still saw you every day and I missed you. When we started talking again, I was so happy I danced around my room for ages. In 2011, we became a couple again and you meant more to me than a shiny pokemon! I can never forget the rainy days we spent watching wave watching at the beach, or the times I would trip you running to the bus if you tried tackling me. I could hide in your senior's jacket for ages, it was so warm from your body heat. And our nights were just as exciting as our days as we stayed awake Skyping and playing your Xbox. I even convinced you to make me a sandwich! And you had told me it was OK, because you thought we were meant to be together anyway. When we split up the second time, I could barely refrain from crying. And I remember the last thing you said to me, "Of course we can be friends." Yeah, well that didn't work out. And for the next 11 months that you hated me, ignored me, dissed me, shunned me, swore at me, mocked me and otherwise made my life a living h***, my parents split up and Dad moved 12 hours away and my grandfather died of terminal cancer. Not good, and you made that worse by getting your friends to gang up and bully me. Even my own friends were so scared around them, that they stopped hanging around me. Life had gone completely downhill, and I felt it couldn't get worse. Then my family was accused of sexually abusing a little girl we had never even met before, my friend was charged and jailed for rape and my best friend moved to a different country. I recited the eulogy at my grandfather's funeral and packed my Dad's stuff up into the removalist truck, all whilst receiving hate messages and bullying threats from your friends. I remember, the first night in the year that I hadn't cried myself to sleep, I was awake watching a movie with Neil Patrick Harris, one of OUR favourite actors, and I wore a real smile and laughed with my heart. You weren't even on my mind. But then James rang, and he told me to stay the f*** away from you, and so he declared that we were no longer friends, until OUR situation was through. I didn't watch the rest of the movie, I went straight to bed. By December, it had been eight months since we had first stopped talking. And by God, did I miss you. I loved you the entire time that you had slaughtered me with this bullshit that I dealt with day in and out. I knew that 2011 was by far, the worst year of my life, so far. I had lied to friends on numerous occassions saying that I had no feeling for you whatsoever, other than hatred, pity and regret. Really, it was love, regret and sadness. Thank God by then you had stopped abusing me. But when graduation came around, I knew it was my last time to see you. I knew it was going to be a horrible, life changing moment for me. I stood at the back of the crowd, smile on my face, waving to the many friends I had made over the years thanks to you. It was sad to see them go, but I promsied myself months ago, I wouldn't cry. I couldn't spot your face in the marching crowd anywhere. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but no matter where we were, I could always pick your face from the crowd. You were at the very back. And now, I wonder if it were purposeful. I held on tightly to my best friend's hand in fear of what you could say or do to me, or maybe that you may be the one to make me finally cry in front of everyone. Hundreds were already crying, but I had vowed I wouldn't. Not in front of the entire school, which I still had to attend for grade 11 and 12. When I looked up, you were staring at me, and you had a kind of sadness in your eye. You looked away, but one of your friends pushed you toward me. My heart stopped. You pushed through the thick crowd to get to me, right at the back, where I should've been hidden from view, and believe me, you caught a lot of people's attention. Everyone turned to watch us, expecting a dramatic romantic departure, most of them not even knowing about us or our past. Then you flipped me off and said, "F*** you B****, bye-bye." And you quickly ran off. I turned to my best friend and smiled. "Well, wasn't that lovely?" I asked him. He stared at me for a moment then smiled too. "Yeah totally." I burst into tears. I don't think I had ever cried harder, or so painfully before. Not even when my grandfather died, or my Dad moved away, not when I was questioned by police or I found out my friend was a rapist. My best friend chased you out of the school, and almost had you, by the back of your school blouse, but the teachers ripped him off of you, but he got to keep a chunk of your formal uniform. He held me as I cried when I found him. But I was so grateful for him, if only his anger would subside. That night, the shock of the event got to me, and as my best friend hugged me arond the waist like you used to, I felt a wave of sickness rush over me as I almost blacked out. I don't know why, but I know that's not normal. In January, I still, surprisingly loved you. I didn't cry over you anymore, and rarely thought about you, but I meant someone. His name is Jak. Which is so close to Jake. He was amazing, and a real genuine gentlemen. Too bad the feeling wasn't mutual. I never saw Jak after that, and I still thought about you. As far as friends and family were concerned, I didn't like or love anyone. My parents insisted my best friend and I were meant to be, but I only recently found out, really my Dad thought it would always be you, but you disappointed him. I was shocked too. On your 18th birthday, in March, I tried one last feeble shot at messaging you, wishing you a happy birthday. You had gotten a tattoo done on your left arm of the Skyrim logo, a game we both knew and loved. We talked about that for a while, and a lot more. I was surprised that you were actually responding to me, and in a nice manner, not abusive. When we linked our Skype accounts we talked even more frequently. Whenever possible, we would video call and talk until 5am, telling the other, "No you hang up first." I was really happy to be back on your good side, but never could I confess I still passionately loved and missed you. Nor did you know about my sleepless nights and horrible studying habits, and how life had gone down the drain. Heck, I even considered suicide once, but was too cowardly to go through with it. It felt even worse since my mother refused to let me see a shrink for the entire year I begged her, telling me I was fine and I would deal. I guess I became addicted to my depression and sadness of loss over you. It was like you were literally dead and gone, and I wasn't coping like someone should. Even then I knew I was insane. And one day, I had burst into tears, screaming that I deal with too much, I handle too much. Why did I have to nurse depressed 40 year olds? Why did I have to have the dying grandfather? Where was my Dad in all this? Where was my old friend who I had trusted? Where were you? I hadn't known, as I exploded that day, that you were in the room beside me, watching as I clutched my own head, crying my eyes out, a headache and misery bringing me to my knees that all I could mutter was, "I deal with too much." Even my best friend was scared to approach me. And you just walked past and laughed at me, sitting on the path, beneath your feet. By God, my best friend wanted to kill you. Literally. But now, in April we're talking again. Funny how that is. No one hates you for what you did to me, now. But only because I always forgave you instantly. Now that we talk so often, I believe that you want me back in your life. Especially since you always fight to keep the conversation going, or go out of your way to call me or ask to see me. And it's only been two weeks. Mitch, your best friend told me last night that HE had told you to be nice to me. So you hadn't come to your senses and grown up now that your 18. You had your many months younger friend tell you off for being such a d*** and so you decided enough was enough. Well, good for you. And you can send me all the hearts, winky-faces and smileys in the world, but no matter what you say or do, I'm not going to send you an explicit picture of myself. Call me boring, call me old-fashioned. But 1. I don't trust the internet with that. 2. You really think I TRULY trust you again? But thank you Jake, for letting me keep the necklace you gave me almost two years ago. I know you wanted it back, and I just can't find it, yet, but thanks for letting me keep it anyway, you know it meant the world to me, and I think that's why you wanted it back. I wish you were online tonight, I have something to show you. Truly Love, Forever and Always- Harley.

Dear Jake, I confess. When I first met you in 2010, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Ac...

Adultery, Violence, Gay, Marriage

I am ready to quit! I have 4 children and I am married. My husband and I are not in the best of shape as far as this relationship is concerned. We have been married for almost 10 yrs and frankly I am starting to get a little fed up with him. It seems as though this marriage has been all about him. Every decision every move all about him and then when things go wrong financially like they are now, he blames it on me not havig a job! I had a nice paying job before he got his second promotion and we moved. we were doing fine when he got the first promotion and then 3 months later he got another one, (without even considering my feels or thoughts as usual.) He makes a decision to move us again. I did not say anything I just made the most of it and now here we are again struggling financially. I do not want to move back home and live with my father in law like we were before all the moving took place and besides his family just don't like me because I won't let them run my household. So now we are back to the here and now and that is my marriage. I am tired of this emotional roller coaster that Iam being put on with him and when I try to talk to him about it he turns it around like Idone something wrong and says, "then leave that is what you want to do anyway." and I never said anything about leaving. He blames me for not getting along with his family and he always looks over what they do to me. I tell him that I prefer not to be around them too long because they do and say little sneaky things that he never sees. We are financially exhausted and this move has proved to be an utter flop! but I don't say anything because he frustrates me and with the possibility of any argument I might just pack up and go. I am at my wits end and I can't even cry anymore. My life is just not like I expected and I am stuck and can't fix it. I struggle to get out of bed every morning and if it were not for my kids I probably would have left him a long time ago....I love him but I can't handle all this pressure.....I am so bogged down with responsibility and trying to stay above water that I feel so isolated. No one understands me so I don't tell anyone how I feel I just stay to myself and try to find a focus....It is so hard sometimes I don't want to wake up from sleeping with my eyes wide open because I am afraid that change will come in an instant and I might miss it......I am so tired I want my life back before all of this.....Iwant everything to be back to normal for me.....I want to pick up my dreams and goals where I left them and begin again........I want so much

I am ready to quit! I have 4 children and I am married. My husband and I are not in the best of shap...

Adultery, Marriage

Crushed This is a break up letter to wt. I can't be with you anymore. I think we'll always be friends, but I don't know if after today I can be your friend right now. At this exact moment, I feel so many different emotions. I feel conflicted over the entire situation. You lied and kept this from me for months, and that makes me mad. You are scared to confront me about it, and that makes me even madder. For the last few months you've been debating this and essentially stringing me along. I thought you wanted this; I thought you wanted me. You've taken every ounce of confidence I have an tossed it away. You make me question everything we've ever done. Did you even f****** want to do any of it? You joke about it with me and now I can't help but think I'm the joke. The joke whose boyfriend doesn't desire her and isn't attracted to her. The joke who has fallen for all the pretenses you use to make her think you want her. You know what? F*** you. Actually, go f*** yourself. That's a better phrase for you. Because you know what? I'm going to COLLEGE. And I'm going to find someone who actually wants me. I'm sick of the poor attempt at dirty talk. You are terrible at anything sexual anyways. In less that 5 words you make me feel embarrassed about my body and my abilities. I wish I wasn't so blind and I could have seen how much you didn't care.

Crushed This is a break up letter to wt. I can't be with you anymore. I think we'll always be frie...

Marriage

My wife at home thinks I'm reconciling with her, while I'm still madly in love with my girlfriend who is visiting the old Randland. Wish I was with her and don't like the thought of going home. How much does a same-day flight to Paris cost?

My wife at home thinks I'm reconciling with her, while I'm still madly in love with my girlfriend wh...

Adultery, Murder, Marriage

Mother-in-law vs daughter in law I'm 19 yo boy and I live with my mom my brother and his wife. My mom is 50, my brother is 26 and his wife 25. We live in a small house since dad left us and married another woman. My mother is an aggressive and impulsive woman. She always has arguments with my brother's wife. His wife is cute, patient and very good person. One day, mom crossed the red line. She yelled at my brother's wife and said that her mother is a whore. My brother was at work at that moment, and I was eating.His wife came to me and asked me if I could be calmed and not to interfere.I said ok, I really like her. She said to mom that she is a whore, so that's why my dad left her. Mom got crazy and hit her daughter in law. I was shocked. But the real shock came when my brother's wife pushed mom on the couch, got on top of mom and caught her arms with her legs. She started to slap mom's face and reminded me, not to interfere. She beat up my mom and made her cry. I just watched and didn't do anything. My sister in law was very strong and flexible I couldn't believe. She smothered my mom's mouth with her feet and mom was forced to lick them. I was excited and stunned by that I saw. Mom was scared, she didn't tell my brother about that and I didn't too. My sister in law is very grateful to me that I gave her an opportunity to settle the things with mom.

Mother-in-law vs daughter in law I'm 19 yo boy and I live with my mom my brother and his wife. My m...

Marriage

Glad For The Divorce For years I was upset about my divorce, thinking I could have done something to save the marriage. My wife worked only minimum wage jobs and always had to be right in every instance. She drove us (me) into financial ruin, that I got stuck paying for. She wouldn't have sex and denied she was molested as a kid when all her siblings admitted to it. She had so very many problems that she needed to figure out, not a husband do it for her. I stumbled across an old link to her twitter page and she is all wrapped up in anti-Trump BS, reposting story after story of already disproven lies. Oh, and Beatles stuff. Like a day to day "What happened in Beatles history" kind of stuff. To say she is living in the past is beyond simplifying it all. I used to want to chat with her to see how she is doing. Now I am certain the divorce was a good thing and never, ever want to hear from her again. How did I ever make that mistake in the first place?

Glad For The Divorce For years I was upset about my divorce, thinking I could have done something t...

Marriage

Told my wife she can have s** with someone else My wife goes away this weekend for a few days with her tennis club. There's a guy there who I know fancies the pants off my wife and would jump at the chance to s*** her. I just play along with it cause I don't consider him a threat. On the last night the rooms get swapped around as some are going home early and this guys room is one of them and he's alone that night. He's already joked to others my wife can share with him which I found out about. I've just said to my wife listen why don't you give him a treat, suduce him and you can s*** him if you want !!! She looked at me and said are you serious ? I said listen if it's just for some fun why not make his weekend for him !!!! She laughed and said your crazy but if that's how you feel I might do !!! So this weekend my wife might be getting naked with another guy and s******* him and I'm turned on by the fact it might happen. I'll let you know what happens !!! Am I weird thinking like this or am I right thinking does it really matter sometimes if she does or doesn't so long as no one gets hurt !!

Told my wife she can have s** with someone else My wife goes away this weekend for a few days with ...

Adultery, Gay, Marriage

dana ...hasn't called me, or returned my calls, for two months. We have talked regularly for two years, daily for at least two of those years. I always wanted him to write a song about me, but he never did. Only his last girlfriend. I love him.

dana ...hasn't called me, or returned my calls, for two months. We have talked regularly for two ye...

Adultery, Marriage

I am pregnant and after the way you I am pregnant and after the way you made me feel you'll never know. Id rather my baby was fatherless than have you watching him

I am pregnant and after the way you I am pregnant and after the way you made me feel you'll never k...

Marriage

i cant stand this pain. everything i cant stand this pain. everything inside of me just wants to break into pieces. i look at people.smiling, happy. with friends and living their life, like theres no tomorrow. i wish i could be them. be happy, with myself. i sit here, thinking that these people are better than me. knowing they are. that im nothing compared to them. i pray that life will get better, and ill finally be able to live in my own skin. its been 5 years. i want to die. im nothing. i hate myself.

i cant stand this pain. everything i cant stand this pain. everything inside of me just wants to br...

Adultery, Marriage

Not guaranteed a job/snitch employees Are you fucking kidding me? I just got out of a meeting with my boss (they're scheduled regularly, just to see how we are doing, it's nothing serious). In that meeting however, she decides to tell me that my other co-workers have come to her saying that apparently I goof off too much. Now, that's an acceptable complaint, I'll give you that. What I found even more astonishing is that I watched very carefully after the meeting with my boss to see who was actually doing their job, and not one person was not goofing off the entire time. I don't need names as to who called me out, but really? Check your own house before you complain about someone else. And I'm pretty sure that's the reason that I'm not guaranteed a job next year (I'm still being considered, but something tells me I'd be guaranteed the job if that whole incident never happened)

Not guaranteed a job/snitch employees Are you fucking kidding me? I just got out of a meeting with...

Hate, Marriage

Trying to get over things There's not really a category for this so I'm hitting other. Anyways to summarize in short: I did a lot of very bad things and feel guilty as hell. This might be really heavy for some of you guys but I'm not in a position right now where I can go to a therapist or seek psychiatric evaluation and things have been building up to the point where I feel that I need to dump it all out to someone. I can't talk about these things to my friends because I am so scared that it'd change their perception of me and they'd think I was disgusting or start to hate me. I really don't want to lose friends. Actual vent oh boy here we go,, When I was a lot younger //between 3-5 years ago// I got involved with a not good group of people. Basically a gang but not really. I was prompted to start doing bad things. I stole for the group of people I was with and got in a few fist fights. I ended up going home with bloody noses and black eyes for a while. I also ended up literally tied up I made and lost a LOT of friends during the time I was hanging out with the bad bunch. I was also friends with two other people at the same time who had nothing to do with the "gang". They were the kind who ditched me, yelled at me, hit me, manipulated me, and pulled my hair when I did nothing wrong. What really sucks is that I can barely remember most of it! All the fine details such as names, faces, and even what time of year it was aren't there at all. When I decided to stop putting up with the peer pressure and that I needed to get out before I ended up with more than bloody noses and black eyes I got a concussion. I told my friends I was leaving them and they threw me off a bridge into a deep rocky part of a creek, I hit my head and came inches within breaking my neck. Some girl who I can barely remember dragged me out and helped me back home. I can't remember what she looked like, what her name was, or what we did up to a certain point a few hours after I got thrown. She told me we should get revenge because I wasn't a part of the group any more and that they did me dirty. My stupid ass agreed and we took a GUN! aN ACTUAL G U N??? To one dudes house and threatened to shoot him. We shot a hole in his wall. I was going to actually try to shoot him and I'm so thankful I missed. We were kids when this happened too. It finally occurred to us that someone probably saw us and we ran to my house and some old man had followed us. My friend suggested we sneak out and actually kill something. I'll leave it vague here since we did kill something. She ended up crying really hard and I yelled at her and got so angry because she suggested it in the first place and she was the one buckling under pressure. I yelled at her and forced her to do it and I hate myself so mUCH. The only person found out we threatened to kill someone was the old man and I haven't seen him since then. I just really wishh I could apologize and say I'm sorry for not saying "No" and just know if she's okay or not now. And the fact that I went that far is so!! STUPID!!!! I WAS SO STUPID AND THE THINGS I DID HAVE STUCK WITH ME. IM STILL A VIOLENT PERSON LIKE I WAS BACK THEN BUT NOW I JUST DONT HAVE AS MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO ACT ON IT. I HATE MYSELF AND I THINK ILL ALWAYS BE GUILTY OVER IT. I DESERVE TO BE GUILTY OVEF IT,

Trying to get over things There's not really a category for this so I'm hitting other. Anyways to ...

Lie, Marriage

I JUST LOVE HOW MY NOW EX BOYFRIEND HAS A SILVER TONGUE AND WILL SAY ANYTHING TO MAKE PEOPLE THINK HE HAS CHANGED JUST BECAUSE I FINALLY GOT THE COURAGE TO LEAVE HIM. I GAVE HIM 5 YEARS OF WASTED AIR BASICALLY AND WHAT I GET IS MY DOGS ABUSED AND MY FOOT ALMOST BROKEN FOR WANTING TO PROTECT MY GIRLS. HE IS AN ALCOHOLIC HE SAID HE NEVER WANTED TO CHANGE WOULD DRINK A GALLON OF ALCOHOL A DAY CLAIMING HE WAS INVINCIBLE. I COULD NOT EVEN PLAY VIDEO GAMES WITH HIM ANYMORE BECAUSE IF HE GOT EVEN SECOND PLACE IN LETS SAY MARIO KART WII OR HE GETS HIT WITH BLUE TURTLES A LIGHTNING BOLT AND THREE RED TURTLES
SOMETHING SIMPLE LIKE THAT HE WOULD POUT AND THROW THE BIGGEST TANTRUM YOU HAVE EVER SEEN A 26 YEAR OLD MAN MAKE. HE APPARENTLY HAS NOT LIKED MY COOKING FOR 5 YEARS. HE SAID HE COULDNT DIGEST IT. NOW HE APPARENTLY TOLD MY GRANDMA THAT HE IS GOING TO AA MEETINGS TODAY WHICH IS BULL FLOP. I HAVE TRIED FOR 5 YEARS TO GO WITH HIM BUT HE SAYS "AA MEETINGS ARE FOR QUITTERS""AA MEETINGS ARE NOT FOR ME" WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. I JUST TOLD MY GRANDMA HE WILL SAY ANYTHING TO MAKE ME THINK OR ANYBODY THINK HE HAS CHANGED. WHEN HE MAKES ME PEE MY PANTS MORE THAN ONCE WHILE HE IS DRUNK AND IN MY FACE SAYING IM A B-WORD OR A WHORE AND I CANT WEAR MAKE UP FOR 5 YEARS BECAUSE APPARENTLY ITS LIKE LYING TO HIM EVERYDAY THAT I WEAR IT. AND I HAD TO STRAIGHTEN MY HAIR OR ELSE I LOOK LIKE A HOBO. IM A PRETTY 25 YEAR OLD GIRL. I COULDNT LOOK LIKE A HOBO IF I TRIED. I AM VERY COMFORTABLE WITH MYSELF HE WAS NEVER COMFORTABLE WITH ME. IF I BROUGHT SOMETHING UP FROM EVEN A FEW HOURS AGO FOR THE SAKE OF AN ARGUMENT WE WERE HAVING HE WOULD GET MAD SAYING STOP BRINGING THINGS UP FROM THE PAST BUT IT WAS OKAY FOR HIM TO TALK AND COMPARE ME TO THE WOMAN THAT HAS BEEN TATTOOED ON HIS ARM. MY LAST COUPLE OF DAYS WITH HIM BEFORE I GOT THE COURAGE TO LEAVE THE APARTMENT WAS HIM THROWING A PARTY WITH HIS FRIENDS IN THE SPARE BEDROOM GETTING DRUNK OF COURSE AND I COULD HEAR SOME OF THE CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN THE MUSIC PLAYING TALKING CRAP ABOUT ME SAYING HOW HORRIBLE AND LAZY I AM. AGAIN NOT LAZY. I HAVE NURSED HIS DRUNK ASS BACK TO HEALTH. BROUGHT HIM BACK TO LIFE WHEN HE WAS PRONOUNCED LEGALLY DEAD AND YET I DO NOT DO ANYTHING FOR HIM AND I DO NOT SUPPORT HIM. I AM JUST DONE FEELING LIKE SOME SORT OF WORM. I AM BETTER THAN THAT. I WENT BACK TO GET A FEW MORE THINGS AND SINCE I HID ONE OF HIS GALLON BOTTLES HE WAS SAYING I OWE HIM THIRTEEN DOLLARS FOR A NEW BOTTLE. I JUST GAVE IT BACK TO HIM AND SAID HAVE A NICE LIFE. AND HE WAS TRYING TO SELL THE LITTLE TELEVISION TO MY FRIEND WHO WAS HELPING ME GET STUFF OUT OF THE APARTMENT FOR ALCOHOL BECAUSE HE HAS NOT GOTTEN PAID YET. HE SAID HE DOESNT NEED ME OR HIS MONEY BUT NOW APPARENTLY HES TRYING TO CHANGE. I DO NOT BELEIVE THAT CRAP FOR A SECOND. HE CAN SAY WHATEVER HE WANTS. HE CHOSE THE RELATIONSHIP HE WANTS AND THAT IS WITH THE ALCOHOL. SO HAVE A NICE LIFE SILVER TONGUE. YOU MADE THIS BED NOW LIE IN IT. I AM NOT YOUR PROBLEM ANYMORE.

I JUST LOVE HOW MY NOW EX BOYFRIEND HAS A SILVER TONGUE AND WILL SAY ANYTHING TO MAKE PEOPLE THINK H...

Marriage

Obsessing About the Past My wife and I have been married for three years. We work for the same company, and initially met while working on a project together about four years ago. She is very caring, loving, and our s** life is fantastic. She is highly orgasmic, and I love making love to her. I also truly believe that she has been faithful to me the whole time we have been together. Well, until last week everything was great. While enjoying a bottle of wine and watching a situation comedy, the topic on the television turned to having threesomes. I nonchalantly asked my wife if she had ever partaken in one. She replied, “You really want to know?” I said yes. Well, she proceeded to state that she indeed had been in one before, about a year before we started seeing each other. Ok, I thought, no problem, because it was before we were together. I could also deal with the fact that the threesome in question was a MMF scenario, with her pleasing two guys. She also admitted that the experience was lovely and hot, although she stated that she would never do it again. Now here is the problem: one of the guys with whom she had the threesome is not only one of my current co-workers, but is the guy who sits in the cube next to me. F******-A. It couldn’t be some anonymous dude from some anonymous place, but rather the guy who f****** works next to me. Now every time I see him, I have visions of him f****** my wife doggy, blowing his creamy load into her p**** (all while she is in the throes of a howling o*****), while his buddy is on the other end jerking out a load on my wife’s face. I can’t get this image out of my head. I know it is wrong to hold this matter against my wife (it was before we were together, after all), but it is getting damn hard to go to work and concentrate on anything else, when I work next to the man who has experienced working over my wife in a raunchy threeway. I feel “retroactively cuckolded,” although I know that is irrational. Does anyone have any ideas on how to stop obsessing about this and move beyond this issue?

Obsessing About the Past My wife and I have been married for three years. We work for the same comp...

Adultery, Marriage

Cheated on my wife In 2007 i went out with some friends to a bar, after a few drinks some of us decided to head to a club. I had already had several drinks by the time we got to the club. Over the previous few weeks my wife and I had been arguing a lot and I was feeling pretty fed up by this point. At the club I met this hot young blonde chick, I bought her some drinks and before long we started kissing. At the end of the evening she asked me to come back to her flat, I jumped into a cab with her at which point she shoved my hand down the back of her skirt! Once we got back to her flat on thing led to another and well I'll leave the details to your imagination. Anyway the next day I left her flat and I felt pretty guilty but now I'm not and feel proud that at almost 40 I managed to screw a chick 20 years younger than me!

Cheated on my wife In 2007 i went out with some friends to a bar, after a few drinks some of us dec...

Adultery, Marriage

My wife left a firm she worked at for years to pursue new adventures. Her new job was ok and after 4 years her old boss called and said they want her back as they haven't found anybody that could really replace her. After she left the first time she told me that some guys in the shop would make passes at her, and one guy flat out said point blank to her that he wanted to fuck her, unfortunately nothing ever happened. I was excited to hear the news they wanted her back and hoped she would accept the position. I have daydreamed about her going to work and getting flirted with and fucked by different guys in the shop. I hope this time around it happens. The company has moved operation out of a shared office building into their own building. So no worries of other office workers around. Often times the shop and office is empty while guys are out working and it will only be her and one or two bosses there. One being the guy that flat old told her he wanted to fuck her. Although he since moved on and is no longer there, I'm sure someone else will take his place wanting to fuck my wife. I love my wife and get my pleasure from her pleasure. She likes to be fucked hard and fast and I don't have the stamina to do that. I know guys that fuck married women fuck married pussy like it owes them money. My wife knows I want her to fuck other guys, but isn't very keen on the idea. But I think if the guy that said he wanted to fuck her said it to just her and not infront of other coworkers as well he probably would of been able to. She goes through phases like she is ready to try new cock and other times she doesn't. I'm just hoping now being around all the guys and being the only female getting flirted with will make her want to. I imagine her wearing a dress to work and getting bent over a table in the office having her dress pulled up and just getting fucked like there's no tomorrow, and having to go the rest of the day with cum soaked panties as the guys cum is oozing out of her. I can almost here her moaning with pleasure begging to be fucked harder. I would love to hear her stories of how her day went at the office, and where and how she got fucked that day. She is a great woman and deserves to be fucked hard and fast until she's satisfied. That would make me happy.

My wife left a firm she worked at for years to pursue new adventures. Her new job was ok and after 4...

Marriage