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[20461] I'm going to leave my husband

Probably next summer. I need money and I have none at the moment, and he's involved in a project that he's not emotional mature enough to finish if I leave him before summer. He helped me with something, it's the least I can do for him.

He's not a bad man. He doesn't drink, use drugs, hit me, or run around. But he is lazy, thoughtless, and self-absorbed. He's just the wrong man for me. I shouldn't have married him.

The sex is great, I'll miss that, but nothing else.

We rarely talk about anything that interests me, only him. We generally eat the food that he likes which is usually spaghetti (marinara), hot wings, BBQ, or pizza. Seriously.

I'm a fiction reader and movie lover, he is not.

He gets on the internet for 8, 9, or 10 hours at a time, even when I tell him "time to go to bed" three or four times. I've given that up completely, now.

He assumes possession of things that don't belong to him--like my laptop, my car (full of trash, his), bathroom towels, my toothbrush, my razor (for under my arms), ad nauseum.

I've talked and talked and talked to him about it until I'm blue in the face. I've made demands, written lists, gotten manipulative, and even hidden things, and he just continues on as if he is the only person in the universe.

I've had enough.

The light came fully on as I sat on the toilet and noticed that he had gotten out of the shower and stood on my satin slippers to dry off--they were completely soaked. Granted, I left them in the bathroom, but how hard would it have been to move them or dry off in the tub? He doesn't care, he doesn't see, he lives alone in his world.

I'm done. Or I will be done next summer. If I don't strangle him first.

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