when I come home from work from walmart all I want to do is sit in a hot bath.

heaps of people role play on chatterbate. on one account they play a sinner and on the other they play a saint. go on there if you want to be sexually abused. don't bother coming on here. no one will help you on from being sexually abused on here.

heaps of people role play on chatterbate. on one account they play a sinner and on the other they ...

I hate you I hate you so much for everything you did. I hate the way you kept all my things, no idea of fun, kitchen grub, clothing cheap and ripped, heart ripped... all of it. I hate you for sleeping with my friend in my bed while I was at work. I hate you for calling me the worst things I have ever been called. I hate you for belittling my sexual assault and making me feel that I am not worth help. I hate you belittling my torture and near death experience. I hate the way you pretend like I am not real. I hate you for everything you are ! I hate you for lying to me about everything, especially when you knew I knew the truth. I hate you for using me to get yourself back. I hate you for always turning to me because you knew I would be there. I hate you the most for not just lies and bulling for years and years and years on end like you have no other life, for keeping me so back . I hate you for still thinking about bullying me, for still feeling anything, even if it is hate that is from you can only be hate and nothing else. you even look full of hate.

I hate you I hate you so much for everything you did. I hate the way you kept all my things, no ...

I am a musician. I actively pursue making music, and while it has been far too long, I look forward to being in a band again at some point. My wife, who didn't know me last time I was actually in a band plays basic guitar. She has a cheap acoustic and likes to sit around playing parts of Beatles songs, which she takes as qualifying her as a working musician. I recently had a chance to jam with a group of friends who are considering starting a hard rock based band. The morning of the jam I got together my basic gear and had it ready to load into my car for the event. My wife, who NEVER gets up early, got up, showered dressed all nice and was generally in the way constantly as I was trying to get ready. As I got ready to take my amp out, she walked to the door with her guitar and set it down. I asked her what she was doing...and she said, "Going to jam.". Surprised, I asked with who?. She sad, "You". She doesn't like hard rock, can't play hard rock, won't play electric, doesn't like the people in the group I was going to meet. I was dumbstruck and said,> But you aren't invited. It's an audition for ME, and nobody else.". She got all bent out of shape and started a huge fight. Of course, it lasted conveniently until an hour after my time to jam so I missed it entirely. The group now figures my wife is too weird and will interfere with me anyway, so I don't get another chance. GREAT. This is like the third or fourth time she has started a fight when I was heading to do something important (like a job interview for a much better job....). This is SO OVER AND DONE. She's a nut case. She can stay at home with her damn cat, old Beatles BS and spend the rest of her life being offended at anything that doesn't agree with her community college level of Humanities degree education. She'll never amount to anything, and I hope she has screwed my chances of doing the things I have worked so hard to achieve. She is just so weird.

I am a musician. I actively pursue making music, and while it has been far too long, I look forward ...