There was a man who was only one year older than me. He was married. I liked him. I’ve always despised people who advance on others who are taken. So I admired him from afar. I thought that would be okay.

Then he showed interest in me. He flirted. He held me. He kissed me. He said that he liked me. That he wanted to be with me. It was so difficult to push him away. To tell him no. To remind him that he has a wife. The more I was around him, the more I wanted to stay with him. So I stopped telling him no. We enjoyed each other. We spent much time together. We held each other in dark rooms, told each other secrets, and had no regrets. On the last night that we saw each other, we had sex. We made love until dawn. And then we parted ways. I shall never see him again. Read the rest of this entry »

I hate being married again. I dislike my step-kids with a passion. They are hyper, spoiled brats. My husband would rather spend money on shooting crap that is more expensive than buying me an actual bridal set. I feel like he hasn’t put any effort at all into us. I feel like now he has me and doesn’t have to do jack crap.Tired of it. He’s lazy and doesn’t discipline his kids, doesn’t help me around the house and expects me to do everything. At least my ex tried to help, at least he put some sort of effort into our marriage when he could. I’m sick and tried of my step-kids not listening to me, I want to rip there faces off, they piss me off when I get extremely angry. Sometimes I feel like I’d be better off alone.

Am a 22 years old guy, married with no children for a year now.
I am related to my wife, when we got married it wasn’t based on a relationship, too fast and too wrong.
I was very lonely at that time and i believed that maybe doing the right thing could make a change. My wife loves me “i guess“ and i don’t i have been trying, its just not happening, never cheated on her i just find it something to be very ashamed from and a guilt to live with the rest of my life..wanted too just never did it!
I don’t wanna make this too long..i really need help here okay PLEASE!!

My question is: Do you think i should commit to my marriage which i know will make me miserable or divorce her knowing that she will never be with a man again and destroy my relationship with my mother..????

FYI i know its all my fault…

Well I’ve been married since i was 18 basically and i don’t know maybe it’s cause we’ve been together so long i can’t stand him,even being in the same room.I want to leave him but I’m so scared that i can’t do it with out him even though he’s jobless for more than a year and my father has been supporting us all that time and every time that i ask him to look for a job he starts yelling at me.I have been faithful for all of my marriage and i can’t say the same for him,one thing led to another bla bla bla crap every time and i still stayed.PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK!!!

I am a 20 year old daughter to divorced parents. My mom is 43, blonde and really pretty. She’s an aerobics instructor with a great figure and big calves that are very muscular. In December, I took care of her plants at her condo while she was away on business. I was in her closet looking for a certain pair of heels when I stumbled across a handwritten letter and two polaroids clipped together at the bottom of a shoebox. One showed my mother standing next to a tall, full figured black woman and what appeared to be this woman’s children. They were posing in front of a ferris wheel at an amusement park. The other photo just devastated me. It showed this same woman standing completely nude in my mother’s motorhome. She was lifting her huge breasts toward the camera and her swollen nipples were the size of my thumbs. She had tattooes everywhere and her big lips were puckered as if throwing a kiss. The letter was addressed to my mother and signed by this woman. It was so raunchy that I couldn’t read it. I have been walking around like a zombie in the twilight zone since then and I cry every night.

I told him I was interested a few months ago.  We decided to “try
things”.  We went on a few dates, I spent a few nights at his house.  I fell
asleep in his arms and woke up in the same place.  Actually, we’d both
wake up around the same time, separated from one another, but he’d
sleepily pull me close to him again so we could wake up together when his
alarm would go off.  He kissed me in private, and he kissed me like he
meant it. Read the rest of this entry »