I just wish you'd get with the program and start living from abundance instead of from scarcity and lack. Just keep making tea, and I promise once I can truely let go and mourn I'll be back with you changed but yours.
I work too, and by my count you only earn about 0 more than me each week! your pots of tea are keeping me afloat and from destroying everything around me.
I don't need us to make more money, I'm fine with where we are... The frame that held our wedding invitation from 19 years ago. You are already lazy and are putting the family in tremendous debt, you also keep hurting me with your porn addiction. I asked you if you wanted to go to a movie and you replied that you wish I wasn’t so spontaneous. It’s a movie date not a sudden desire to visit the South Pacific! I said "If you don't like the way I make appointments, you can make the next one yourself," and you said "I was going to, but you came bustling out all big-sister, let me do it, let me let me." Don't you remember?
I don't care that we're broke, I don't care that we're homebodies. Well, I wished I spread it all over your bed, under the sheet so you could have laid on it and have a bloody back, you asshole. One day, I will leave, just waiting for my bonus :) I won't give you a hint, you'll just see me and the boys gone. I told you to kiss me more, you can’t because it arouses you. I did it because you said "I don't know why you haven't made it already." I might go to a motel tonight. For four years I've been pretty much in hell every day. I know we have your body but we need your spirit and love. Just because I am more spiritual than you are doesn't mean I'm into "woo woo voodoo shit." I accept your journey and I just wish you'd accept mine. He soon got up and complained that the bed was too small (so he and the bed have something in common) and he had a cramp. It doesn't matter that you are doing everything right. His death has broken me in ways I am unable to articulate.Who wants a jerk who keeps fucking my life and finances up? You can be cheap (like refusing to buy me popcorn when you take me to a movie), too religious (God forbid I miss church) and not as friendly with my friends as you should be. We are newlyweds but have been together for six years yet I feel like after marrying you I want to beat the living shit out of you. Thanks for consulting me on that even though you have no clue what our financial situation is. Since we have been growing in our relationship with God, our relationship together has been the best in a long time. In this time many people decide to give up or to cheat. I knew that I am meant to be with you and God would work out the rest. And then the big turnaround was you deciding to get closer to God also. Even if he had done everything right in a nice sized bed I would have felt the same. I love you sunshine buckle up buddy this ride ain't over yet, we've got a lot of years left to see what all those " what if's" turn out to be!!! I'm I the bad one for thinking that sex is an extremely important part of a marriage? If I would have known 16 years ago all the hell that would come our way after we said I do, would I say I do again? Simply because no one else has loved me as well as you, accepted me for the person I am flaws and all, and decided to hold my hand and walk beside me step for step. I come to bed every night hoping that tonight will be the night that you decide to have a moment of passion, and night after night I fall asleep wondering how much longer i can deal with this. I'm terrified of one day waking up and hating you and resenting you for being this way for the past ten years. I sometimes feel I'm being ungrateful because you are sweet, caring, a good provider, considerate, and most of all a great father, but somehow you forget that I'm a woman who would love to be touched by her husband.You have degraded yourself and you have a nerve to serve at church and lead out in worship at home and talk about GOD!!! Yes you make the money but I work the magic with it. And when you it's only to open a fucking credit card behind back and max it out. Lately, our fights about money are becoming so common. I don't know where you spend your paycheck or where it goes but I am sick of being left with the scraps. I feel like all I do is nag you and am going to drive you away. You are my rock even though not the most dependable somehow I always comes back to you. I want to stand by you and believe we can get through this together. He rotated his hips like a hula dancer and if I wasn’t so disappointed in myself I would have laughed myself into a self-induced coma! How could you expect someone to change if you aren’t willing to. He was the anchor that kept the women of my family from killing each other. It sucks that you feel that the only reason I am interested in spirituality is because I am dysfunctional and crazy, while you, in your imaginary perfection have no weakness and have no need to seek anything outside of yourself. I am not "wasting your money" when I take a retreat or hire a life coach. And I can see you watching me and wanting to take the hurt away and knowing you can't and you make me tea... I wish you'd look that up on Wikipedia instead of using it to disprove everything I believe. It's especially the worst when you discredit my need to take workshops or classes that broaden my mind and help me create a sense of empowerment and well-being. He laid me on a child’s day bed that had a talking Rug Rat doll on it. The doll responded by asking if I wanted to sing a song? I feel ill and I can hear them telling me to stop being so dramatic. At some point he reached for the condom and I could barely feel him. What you need to realize is that no one is perfect. Stop looking at what your spouse could do different and begin to change yourself.