Adventures in Stepford
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
True Wife Confessions
Virtual Voyeurism anyone? Get it here, it's addicting as all getout.

I know what you're thinking ...no, dear, NONE of these confessions are mine ... but there are pinches of kindred recognition in a few. A sampling for you (because I couldn't resist sharing some)~Be warned: some PG-13/R-rated language and word-picture nudity here. Have a serving of Reality, a la mode:

First, the Bad News

Confession #695
I truly regret that I was such a bitch to my college sweetheart. Because he was a wonderful, caring man. I was so possessive and had such low self-esteem that I got jealous at the drop of a hat. And he paid the price. And I was also too stupid to know what a gem he truly was. Now he's married with children. I don't mind when you make up some stupid excuse not to come with me to visit my parents. Because when you don't come with, I drive past his house at night hoping that maybe I'll see his face through a window or tinkering around in his garage. I've been doing this for 6 years. Recently, I got a glimpse of him. As the garage door was closing, he was taking milk out of his truck and heading into his house. He has no idea I drive by.

Confession #706
What is the matter with you? I offer to give you blow jobs and you say no, it's too ticklish? I had boyfriends who told me that religions could be based on my mouth...I have old boyfriends who would LOVE for me to show up on their doorstep and offer BJ's. It amazes me that we ever had a baby. Clearly it was through my own sheer determination.AND you have one of the most sexually adventurous, liberated wives EVER...but what do you want to do every time? Climb on top and finish. OR let me do all the work on top...or thrust at my ass. When I suggest other positions or toys, you roll your eyes and turn me down.How did two such sexually incompatible people EVER end up together??

Confession #697
You bitch about how we're broke but yet you spend money on stupid shit. Meanwhile, I'm scraping coins out from under the seats of my car so I can buy a can of soda at work. This week, other than gas money, I've spent a total of $5...you've gone through at least $200 on CRAP. STOP. PAY THE BILLS. GROW THE FUCK UP.

Confession #688
It really hurts me deeply to be rejected by you sexually time and time again.

Confession #654
I can't be 'cool' or 'relaxed' about this. I feel undesirable. I feel unwanted. I can accept that your libido is low because of all the stress you face at work, but to find this stuff on your computer feels like a kick in the teeth. There's a woman right here, in your house, who'd be happy to get naked for you. Confession #665You are all talk and NO action. You say things need to change but then you never do anything about it. You expect me to change first. I'm tired of waiting. Be proactive in this family and act like the man! Stop hiding from us. Stop working late to avoid things; stop hiding in the bathroom to take a crap four times a night; stop having to "run" to the store.

Confession #660
I found your porn and you lied about it. Looked me in the eye and lied.
I told you before how I feel about that. I take really good care of myself, a lot of men find me attractive, it's wrong to spend all of your sexual energy on porn and leave nothing for your wife. I've got news for you, you want to stay with me, you will pay the price. The only way I will stay with you after this humiliation is by cheating. When I go on my trip next month I am going to cheat on you. I will find a man that makes me feel beautiful and sexy, and then I will give him everything that I now refuse to give you. You made me feel so badly about myself, you Bastard.


Ouch. So many hurting people, ya'll. I told you so, but it's not a happy feeling to be so right.



And now The Good News (Okay, here's a confession from me: I am totally envious of these women and pray someday to be able to write one of these! It's reassuring to see these words, though, even if I can't claim them yet):

Confession #701
I don't really believe in reincarnation, but there are times when I think I must have done something very virtuous in a previous life, to be rewarded with you in this one. I wake up every morning glad that I'm married to you, and get excited every evening when you walk through the door. Even though we've been together for years, you still make me as giddy as a first crush. You're an amazing husband, father, and friend, and I can't believe my good luck. I love you so much.

Confession #671
I married you partially because we were so fucking hot together. And here we are, years later, still hotter than ever. I love you more and more every day. You are an amazing father, a wonderful husband and still turn me into an animal in the bedroom. I know how lucky I am to have you and when you tell me the same, I know we will be together forever. Thank you for being the special person you are, and thank you for making me feel so incredibly loved on a daily basis.

Confession #683
I love that we are honest and open with each other. We are best friends in every sense.(even when honesty hurts)I love our sex, you absolutely make me feel so good I think Im addicted to making love to you.

Confession #677
I confess, I want to have sex with you at least twice a day. And I really love the fact that you like to receive oral so much. You're the best, most competent and thoughtful lover I've ever had, and being with you makes me breathless...Over and over again!

Confession #674
I love looking at you from behind, when you are walking away and don't know it. I love your runner's body and your strong legs and tight behind. Mostly though, I love that you are attracted to me and can't keep your hands off me


Which end are you on? Discuss.

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