Why me... I wonder why me sometimes...Here it goes, I am married, I have a beautiful son...I am a bad person...For so many reasons..Make a long story short...I met my soul mate at 14...WE never dated, But to this day, even though He has moved away and has never spoken to me again...(this was 4 1/2 years ago), I can't forget him. At night I go to bed saying, "Steve I hate you" and I wake up thinking of him...Why me....Don't get me wrong, I LOVE MY HUSBAND TO DEATH...but what I feel for Steve is so deep I don't know if I could ever forget him or really hate him...Thats not the worse part...The worse part is..I am having an "ORAL AFFAIR" with my ex. I dont know how I have come to this...With a great loving, sexy, husband..Why me...why would I do this ....Maybe I am evil....

I'm sick of bitches putting fake hope of marriage and motherhood on to me when I've been told its too late for kids for me by the church and gynos. so what is the point of forcing my body to do something it would struggle to do now when I wanted to all that when I was young and healthy? the risk of heart problems and stroke and other hormonal things with my neurological problems hardly makes it worthwhile. I don't understand people who give fake hope to a lost cause. its like whipping a dead horse or expecting to live to 500 or 200. its not likely without a lot of medical advancement and if when I was beautiful I couldn't attract men how can I now older and uglier and boring and I am someone who will not tolerate fools and I have a lot tolerance to everyone and everything really quickly so you don't want to tick me off as I could have the capacity to get violent with men or anyone with all the weight lifting I do and I don't go out of my way to harm others but if you thought I was hard to get on with years ago I am worse now and I am not a nice person to everyone and I don't want to be around losers from my past who I would easily kick. I have dedicated my life to study and myself because no one good enough dedicated themselves to me. and I am not accepting the old shit I accepted years ago that was pushed on me that I didn't like. I wouldn't tolerate richard anymore or ken or another keith or anyone like that, not another michelle or another Sheryl or another maria or relatives or jobs. I have changed and I am grumpy and cranky like my mother, father and sister a lot. Its a bother to be nice to most people when I would like to kick them out of my way even just going shopping. I won't tolerate much now.

I'm sick of bitches putting fake hope of marriage and motherhood on to me when I've been told its to...

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