You Wanted Me To Share startingover: Well, I am ready to F'in share. You are the most arrogant f'in asshole I think I have ever met. You're double standards really take the cake. I am not "allowed" to be angry by a comment you made, when you were being a total asshole. I asked to spend some time with you & you blew me off to talk to talk to someone else, yes I have a right to be pissed. You share more with her than you do me.
I don't care if she has health problems, SO DO I, but that doesn't seem to matter in the slightest now does it. I can't help it if I had migraines 3 times this week, or the fact I have endometriosis. I was beyond sick yesturday, but at the end of the day what I got was you mad at me bc I was sick on the couch all day while you went on and on about her and how you feel sorry for her bc she is sick & how you wanted to be there to help her move. You are a fucking drunk asshole & no woman will ever be good enough for you unless they spread their legs for you at your whims and worship the ground you walk on.
You say you can't get over what happened while we were separated, but I am just supposed to forgive and forget what you did while we were married. I forgave, but hunny, I didn't forget. Funny thing is, I didn't bring them up tonight. I have more respect for myself and you.
I know I made my own mistakes while we were together, a few big ones too, but I learned from those mistakes, tried to make ammends & vowed to never make them again. I am truely sorry for the wrongs I did you, but that doesn't give you the right to go around drinking and sharing your heart and soul with others now when we are supposed to be together.
You made me a promise you wouldn't drink anymore, for the health and well being of our sons, yet another promise broken.
Re: You Wanted Me To Share EssieDotCom: *slap*
I felt the need to slap him :o
Re: You Wanted Me To Share startingover: I sat up most of last night thinking about the man you can be, the man I fell in love with so many years ago. The one who is so kind and caring, I can see the love in eyes, and feel it when you walk into the room. I want that man back.
I remember so well how you stepped up to the plate when I was pregnant with B. With me on bedrest for so long, you took care of me and R & never once complained. I remember you holding me as I cried on my birthday bc I couldn't get out of bed. Your words were so sweet and tender, and somehow you made me feel better.
I remember after I had surgery on my hand, you found me in the bathroom in tears. I won't go into what happened next, noone needs to know. lol
I remember how you were my rock when Grandma died. How you took care of me and made me eat even though I fought you every step of the way. You wouldn't let the grief swallow me.
I remember the night we found out all those pictures of B had been thrown out. You picked me up off the floor and just held me.
I remember so many things. I want that man back. The man who was my world, my rock, the one who could make me laugh when everything was wrong.
