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I hate Being Married

Anonymous — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 04:04:18 +0000

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.

Married Too Soon

Anonymous — Sun, 23 Jan 2011 10:49:10 +0000

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…

I hate him more than i love him…

Anonymous — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:24:08 +0000

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!!!

My Mom is Gay

Anonymous — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:13:16 +0000

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.

He’s my best friend, and I love him.

Anonymous — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 08:47:06 +0000

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.

This lasted just a few weeks. Then, suddenly, he wanted to end things
(though I didn’t know initially). He stopped talking to me first, but
finally I wrestled the nasty truth out of him. I begged and pleaded
for him to make it work. He’s leaving in a year, and he’ll be gone for
five years when he does leave. By the time he returns, I’ll be
finishing up graduate school. I told him I was okay with him leaving for those
five years if he gave this one year an honest chance. His relationship
issues kept him from making the commitment. We haven’t talked in
almost three weeks.

I miss him. I say I don’t miss the relationship, and on one level I
don’t. On other levels, however, I can’t stop thinking about kissing
him, sleeping next to him, waking up with him, holding his hand…those
are all small prices to pay, however, if I can keep the friendship. I
don’t cry when I think about the loss of those things, but sob for
significant periods of time when I think about the friend I’m losing.

He says we’ll talk about it when I return from my vacation. I get back
in four days. I want to do this in person, I want to see his face
when we talk about whether or not it’s feasible to continue our
friendship. I want him to see my face when I start to cry if and when he says
that our friendship is over. Four years of my life cannot end like this.
I will not lose him.

A part of me still believes that we’re meant to be. He’s the only
person I can ever see wanting to marry.