cops can make decent people into criminals

Where is Robin Klimik?

I am usually a defender of all, but I have been so disappointed as of late.  Women, you are such hypocrites!

I know of a man in my pleasant Illinois town.  People generally like him.  He is a fun loving gregarious sort.  Women flirt with him all the time.

But now it comes out that he beats his wife.  The police have been called to his home and taken him away in handcuffs.

It amazed me that when the women of the town heard the story, their reaction was one of denial.  They said there must be some mistake, that he wouldn't do something like that.  

Later, when the newspaper picked up on the story and printed the details of the police report in the paper, the women actually started defending the guy.  

"Well, his wife can be difficult sometimes."

"Maybe he was having a bad day." [On four separate days...]

And I love this comment:

"She isn't a very nice dresser."

Oh, so it's okay for her husband to beat her because she wore white after Labor Day?

Hypocrites.  Tell you what ladies, next time I see you in a dark parking lot and a guy comes up and start beating you, I'll just assume you deserve it.

I still look up the sky at nighttime wondering if we are looking at the same star.  I miss you very much and you will always be my number one in my heart!

Oddly enough, who I am in life apparently has nothing to do with me. When my wife is fighting with her best friend, I am the most darling husband in the world.  I can do no wrong and she can't spend enough time with me.

When my wife is getting along with her best friend, I am the biggest asshole in the world.

My status as a person can change from one day to the next without warning.  I feel like there should be some sort of DEFCON system posted on the front door of my house.  That way when I get home from work I can be forewarned.

DEFCON 5, WIFE MADE UP WITH FRIEND.

Then I'll know to slip in the back door and hide in the bedroom for the rest of the night while praying to God that my wife has another fight with her best friend soon.

i feel like there is something inside me. i dont know what i can do to stop it from getting out. and i dont know what is going to happen when it does get out.
im scared.

I'm such a lucky girl.

My boyfriend loves me like crazy and I love him just as much.  We hate to be apart...we want to be next to each other every minute of the day.  We text all day long if we're apart (at school or work).  We literally run into each others arms at the end of the day when we're finally together again.  And we've been dating for years!

If we go on long car rides we don't even have to turn the radio on or call up friends to chat.  We talk to each other the whole time...never run out of things to say or get annoyed being cooped up in a car together for hours.

Yup, I'm one of the lucky girls!

Well......

...except when I have to poop.

After many years of working hard to make my life complete, I'm broke, suicidal, and I've watched my world become a place I hate living in.  I've reached out to my friends and family, even God, for deliverance.  The situation has just gotten worse, and I'm ready to die.

My secret: I wish I had learned to be dishonest, unethical, and unscrupulous when people were willing to teach me.  I wouldn't be where I am today.

Although I will never be able to trust you and I feel in my heart it is over...Knowing I will never go back...it is too far and I can't make that trip again...I ache for you and love you so much...still.
PM

I have no friends. No one ever stops by for a visit. I spend all my time doing perverting things on the internet. When my doorbell does ring, my first instinct is to quickly erase my hard drive before seeing who's at the door. I get kind of worried it's the police.

My political message is always one of common sense - which is why I have been excommunicated by both the republicans and democrats.  No room in their strict dogma for common sense.

i cannot believe i'm falling in love with you...i'm supposed to hate you!

Hanging out with you that night reminded me of all the reasons why I used to like you.  I just hope that I don't fall in love with you, or if I do, then we end up together.  I don't want to experience heartbreak anymore.

Please don't let it be too late.

Anal sex is not all that its hyped up to be... I've tried it many times and its good, tight, watever but its not something I would do every night. Pulling out of someones ass and having to clean a piece of shit stuck on the tip of your cock is not fun.

I need you. I am broken and you are the only piece that fits. I accept it although it kills me to admit it. Come and claim what is rightfully yours.

Game plan goes like this:

You will eventually want to be my friend again.

You will timidly test the waters with me.

I'll put you through a mild amount of shit for my friendship so you won't suspect.

I'm going to give you the impression of friendship.

I'm going to use you for whatever I can get.

This time, I'm playing it smart.  You aren't worthy of friendship.  You're only worth what I can use you for.

I saw Paranormal Activity last night.... This movie has totally fucked with my head. I couldn't sleep last night at all. I kept waking up and any little sound I heard I kept thinking to myself...He's come for me... maybe this movie has impacted me the most because something similar happened to me when i was younger...

About 7 yrs ago, I was sitting outside having a smoke. I looked up at the stars for a few seconds. I suddenly had this incredible rush run through me, a feeling of something pouring into my body, and, as insane as this sounds, I completely understood the entire molecular structure of the universe. No God, no heaven, no meaning. Just energy. It lasted only a second, and then it was gone.

I thought it was just a fluke, weird, brain fart moment until 2 yrs ago when I was visiting a friend in New York. It happened again like this: I looked up with no thought or intention, had the rush again, and then realized I was standing with my hands out slightly and staring at them because they didn't feel real anymore.

No big deal right? My brain just farting again right?

But unfortunately, I happened to look up the street to another roof top: there was a man standing there with his back to me, examining his hands, he looked up at the sky for a few seconds, and then ran into his house as if he was scared.

WTF? I have tried to explain this away to myself but can't.

I think the best part of sex is the mental set-up.  The foreplay appetizer of flirtation and sly glances and darting eyes.  The hint of sexual undertones in the conversation.

This is why I always preferred the smart girls over the pretty girls.  The smart ones understood that sex is more in the mind than anywhere else.  They played the game beautifully, even if they weren't the most beautiful.

Smart girls rock.

he screwed you when he was with me and then I screwed him when he came to me after you left..... What a viscious cycle and how it all ends up! You got yours and I got mine and he got his! What a messed up situation...but you still love him and I don't. Sad thing is you will go back and it will never be the same. you will always question and wonder if he will do it again.... You should have known this all before you ever got involved with him!

Nothing will ever be the same for the two of you ever.....

I know deep down you will always love me and wish you never had done what you did!

You are so right to be done with him.... and I am so right to be done with him as well. Once a cheater always a cheater and you will never be able to forgive because I will always be in the back of your mind. Move forward and find what you deserve and be thankful before it went any further.

Middle-aged women: If you couldn't theoretically have been there for me when you were in your twenties or thirties -- because you were married, partnered or otherwise smugly coupled -- then I don't want to hear from you now.  Why not?  Because all you're doing now is settling for something that obviously wasn't good enough for you when you were in your most attractive years, and when there was a surplus of available men for the available women in your age group.  I have more self-respect than to be your "plan B" now that you're past your prime and facing a shortage of available age-appropriate men.

Just go away.

M/fifties/confirmed bachelor

You know what you did was foul. You did it because you wanted him gone.  I think  that you suck!  You are not a friend.  You are a Back stabbing BITCH.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder...but I fear that it is only my heart growing.  I miss you.

Im 20. I had drunken sex with this guy ive liked since i was 16. He was my 2nd. I was his 3rd. And the other 2 were decently long relationships.
(just to make things clear, i dont get "that drunk" to where i dont know what im doing. i cant say i regret it because i couldve stopped. But i didnt. and it happened. but im not sure why i could be that stupid.)
I think i knew subconsciously, this outcome was expected :(
but out of hope.. i thought maybe, just maybe it would be different.

We are/were pretty good but distant friends. And had a "thing" back in the day.
Weve talked once since that happened and he claimed he didnt remember.
I dont think i believe that.
I dont know what to think about it.
Now i dont know what to do.

Do accidents really happen?
Or.. does everything really happen for a reason??

20 years after quitting smoking, I still crave a cigarette every day of my life.  Sometimes I dream that I'm smoking and enjoying it so much!

I wish I could last longer when my wife wants anal sex. It does not happen very often so I get too excited when she ask for it, and I cum just trying to put it in or soon after! Just one time I would like to hit it like a porn star!!!!!

All I know is that I love you and I want you. Please, please give me the chance to make you happy. I hate living without you. I can't stand it anymore...

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i'm working on my double bachelors at one of the best schools in the nation, am multilingual, have a great job and amazing family and many incredible, loving friends...i'm just any other student that you'd see walking down the street

i'm only trying to establish my sanity
because i don't know how to say what i'm going to say next without sounding insane

i haven't had an actual dream in ten years, where your subconscious is guiding you. i've made every decision in my unconscious, and can decide exactly when to fall asleep and wake up. and it's weird because nothing turns off physically. i can feel if someone walks in or opens my door, i know when my cat has jumped on my bed..not normal sleeping but...that's not the biggest problem, the biggest problem is that after about three years of this something else started happening.

about seven years ago, something walked into my room. i assumed it was my dad because of how heavy it sounded in the hallway, though the gait was different. my dad often would come into out bedrooms to make sure we were all safe so this wasn't weird. it's just, as soon as it walked in, i felt afraid. i'm never afraid, of anything, ever. and when it came close enough, i'm not sure if 'breathing' is the right word for the sound but that's the only way i know how to describe it.

you have to understand this, i have never, ever, EVER, inn my life been afraid of anything, not the dark not spiders or scary movies, but when it touched me...there is no comparable feeling, what i think were it's hands were on both sides of my face and what happened next...i can't get it out of my head that it was a sort of kiss, and i opened my eyes to see this thing...and what i saw was beyond anything i could ever even attempt to describe, except that it was everything that could ever be fear

and after that i blacked out.

and ever since then, i can feel it with me sometimes, just walking with me or watching with me, or sitting there, it rarely makes noise but it does communicate with me. it's not talking, not really whispering just..it let's me know things. sometimes it'll tell me people's names before i ask, and this is weird, but i swear it's true. i don't expect you to believe me, because even though i'm living it..i doubt i'd believe someone telling me the very same things but sometimes... it shows me the things that people are more afraid of than anything else, things that they themselves don't even know sometimes

i see things now, so many things all around me, that i KNOW, beyond any shadow of a doubt are real, just not things that are within the range of normal human comprehension. they're not even bad most of the time, glimpses of creatures or thoughts or colors that i know i shouldn't be seeing. sometimes it's even a person's intentions that show up.

and this thing, it's almost always with me now, and i know it, but i try my best not to look at it because what i see makes my entire being go cold every time, whether through the corner of my eyes or face on.

it's threatening, very much so, but not in the way you would imagine. in the way that... i know without a doubt that it has the power to cause me any kind of pain or suffering imaginable...but it's waiting for something. and i have a feeling that when it finally finds what it's waiting for... i don't want to think about it.

i know...
i know you won't believe me
probably think i'm on drugs or else mentally impaired
i know that noone can explain this to me
i know that noone can help me out of this
i know that i am alone
i know that this is happening for a reason.

it hasn't touched me very much
since that night seven years ago,
something in me scares it
but whatever that something is,
it's fading fast
i turned twenty on 9/9/9
and on that day... i can't even tell you what happened for fear of scaring you beyond anything you deserve

since that day though,
the things i see i darker,
and so are the things i feel

it's here now

I will never be able to let you go. It's not that I want to hold onto you, it's that you are specail and amazing in everyway. I just wish that I could of gave you that 10 out of 10 quality. Just wasn't me though, and i'm not sorry. Because the time that I spent loving you and you loving me. Was AMAZING, i wouldn't change it for the world. Now you will become my best friend. Until your new girlfriend starts hating me.

Do you ever wonder why I decided to become best friends with you?

Ask me ,and I'll tell you. ;}

I want to break every family photo we have, because of the lies they tell. Everyone in our small little town thinks we are the perfect family...what would happen if they knew mom sleeps on the couch? What would happen if they found out that mom and dad's fighting almost pushed me to relapse...and they didn't notice.
What would happen?
I was so happy to get out of that house, so why is it...I can't stop worrying about it?

Everytime we are together, inevitably, I am reminded of why I always liked you.  I wish I could just somehow impress you, and in turn impress your heart.  I wish you would fall for me.  I know you don't care; you have made that blatantly clear.  But still, whenever I think of you, it makes me smile.

I want to make you feel better
underneath those sweat pants...
teehehe
:)

I dont last anywhere near long enough. *sigh*

I'm depressed because I never get anything done... and I never get anything done because I'm depressed... I have how everything has to be in cycles...

It happened again this week.

My social life isn't the best.  I don't get invited to many wild dinner parties.  Sometimes I do, but not often.

And I'm not the type of guy you'd drag along to a football tail gate party. I guess I don't come across as a guy's guy.

And I don't get invited to many weddings either.  People don't really see me as making small talk and dancing.

But it happened again this week.  A couple I've known for a few years approached me and asked that if anything happened to them, would I raise their children.

This is the fourth couple that has made this request of me.

Some people get invited to parties because they're good at telling funny jokes.  But me, people seem to think of me as trustworthy and kind.

I am humbled.

i want to attach myself to mmy boyftirnd and be with him all the time.  how do I accomplish this without him getting sick of me.   Is there a procedure? scurrrvy!!!  arrrgghh!!

you are indecisive, thoughtful, observant, a gypsy and a home.
you've marveled upon rolling green mountains from a cold snowy peak, and you felt it too.
you are wobbly on your feet at times and quick most others
(aren't we all a bit faulty occasionally?)

and you are fearful. or content alone at this very moment.

but i'm cold. and you're calling me,

The really sad part is that I know you actually did (do?) think of me as your favorite person in the world.  How horrible of a life where you can't even be honest with yourself.  I pity you.

One thing you never wanted was to be pitied.  One thing I never wanted was to be lied to.  Well, I'll always pity you.

I would pity anyone that feels forced to treat me the way you have.  How horrible your life must be without me in it.  I saw the loneliness in your eyes.  I saw how your eyes lit up with happiness and fear when you thought you may have found your match.  Seeing a familiarity behind a strangers' eyes must have been a shock for you.

I was the friend that gets you.

I may not have come in the package you thought I'd be in.  But damn, haven't you learned that that never happens by now?  Instead of accepting karma, you went and fucked it all up.  You have nobody to blame for your heartache but yourself.  When you find yourself facing life alone, you better wipe those tears away and realize that, perhaps subconsciously, that's what you wanted.

I wanted you around for the long haul.  Good, bad, ugly, messy, hilarious, tiring...I wanted it all with you.  In every capacity that presented itself.  Whatever happened, it would have been dealt with.  You couldn't trust me.  You couldn't relinquish control.

It's Friday night. I'm married with children. All my friends are married with children. We have this unspoken rule that we can't call or email each other once the weekend begins. We all pretend we need to spend happy quality time with our husbands. Truth is I'm bored. I know my friends are bored too. But we will never admit it to each other. Instead we tolerate this communications blackout and hope Monday comes soon.

You know what would be the best? You fuck your wife early one evening, but don't really blow inside her. I'd do the same with my wife. Then you and I secretly get together and I lick your wife's pussy juice off your cock. You do the same with me.  Whoa, my wife's juices in another man's mouth. I'd want you to cum in me of course, but I'd take some of your cum and rub it on my cock.  Then I'd go home and get my wife to blow me again. She'd be eating your sperm!

You know what would be a great mental game. One day we go out as a foursome. All of us sitting around a table at a fancy restaurant. The wives would have no idea we shared their juices and that you and I have blown our loads inside of each other. What an erotic encounter that would be.

I can't wait to go see you again! This time I won't be scared, and I hope you won't either. I just want to feel what it's like to kiss you and lay my head on your shoulder. I want to know what it will be like when we look at each other after you know how I really feel.

I wish I could get out of this place today! It's not that I hate him, but we both know this is over, and it is time to move on to seek out new things for ourselves. It's hard to tell what exactly started it, or how we got to this point, but we somehow grew apart more and more over the past year. Another lesson learned: NEVER agree to move in with someone you're dating unless you have been together for at least a couple of years. This all could have been avoided :( I'm sorry.

I really believe I am going to be extremely wealthy someday.

Dammit, I wish we could be closer than this. You're awesome.

My secret? I really wish you never saw it.

i wish i had the balls (almost literally) to dress the way i really want to. button up shirts, men's pants, vests, ties etc...men's clothes are so much more comfortable but it's socially unacceptable to dress your opposite gender. i wouldn't mind dressing more feminine but i don't think i have the body for it (even though i know i do). i'm too self conscious and don't have the confidence to be the attractive woman i really am, so i just go with jeans and a t-shirt every day. my boyfriend loves me, and i him. i think we could stay together for a long time, maybe even get married some day. i'm very physically attracted to him. but...i wish we weren't together so i could try dating a girl. i am bi but no one knows...why do i have to find the love of my life before i want to? most people wait a lifetime for what i have and i don't even want it yet. :/

Changing what you write doesn't mean it never happened. I know it was you. :)

Percocet, sudafed, ativan, laxatives.
I've got to stop or my liver is going quit this bitch.

I would love to marry you.
We would make beautiful babies and have the happiest, most fun-loving family.
I know you want to marry me, too ;)

I miss him like crazy already.  Come home soon babe. SAFE.

We all lead such insignificant lives. Not a criticism, just an observation. I am the most insignificant of all.

i have major depression! nothing can make me happy anymore.. killing mylsef is looking better to me every second.. i just have no hope for anything at all. I got nothing to live for right now and for the future.. why should i bother to live.. when no one would care.. and i am just worthless... i cant take things anymore. i have been holding on for years.. and i cant anymore

Tears stream,
Nose runs,
Blood vessels burst,
Head pounds,
Throat burns.

Two fingers seeking. Stabbing.
Choking.
Hand clutching the toilet bowl.
Stomach heaving.
Sweet release.

And again.

You will always be in the back of my mind. This I know.

It doesn't matter how much I hate it or how much I hope your memory will be gone when I wake up each morning.

It's been years since I've seen you and yet you still control me every single day. I can't be happy until your gone.

Get out of my head.

It's weird. I see people doing things I want to do. But I don't really try to do them even though I probably have the motivation. All I do is think about how I'm going to have all those skills and talents in my next life...

Fist bump over with, yay :)

hurry up! I've been ready for hours. You know, my whole day has revolved around this. I understand you have stuff  to do, but you've known about this for more than a week. :(

I love my hair!

I bet you didn't know I was trying to have your baby when you stopped wanting me.

I wish things could have been different. You're so beautiful, and I know I'll never be good enough for you.

I really love him but i need to take some time away, he does too.  We keep fighting and it isn't good for either of us.  If i really think about it there are other reasons i shouldn't be with him, like the way he talks to me, among other things, and it will never change.  I love being with him, I miss him.  We fight and I think "I can't take this anymore" and then we don't talk and we're not together for a few days and I just wanna be with him.  He has a good side, he can be sweet, he feels intensely, I've seen his tender side.  But he also has a bad side, the one that talks to me however he pleases, who thinks certain things of me, who wants me to do whatever he wants... idk what to do.

sometimes i wanna say... go screw urself.. ur a fucking selfish bastard.. did i ever fucking stop you from chasing after your dreams? i cant believe ur doin this to me
.. hadnt i been anything but good to you.. you told me you really love me.. so wats wit this now? im angry at u.. but at the same time i love you very much.. by doin wat ur doin now.. your hurting me everyday.. but i will be patient.. i will go thru all this by myself so that you would be happier.. it's for your own good.. just sort your things out..don't think that you know all that.. you hav a lot more things to learn in life..i used to think that ur a rational person, far more wiser than me.. i will be rational.. even when your not. how could i be this strong? it's all because of you.. im sorry for the things that i had done too.. i never meant to impose. if u fucking leave me becos of this.. ur fucked up. so please dont say that ur not/

u hav no right to do what u did to me.. u told me that you really loved me.. im tired.. but i will pull it thru for ur sake.. i hope i will be happy again one day.. the day that u call me again.. and i hope that we will be able to talk it out as adults.. hav i ever stopped you from ur work? no.. what u did is not fair to me.. if i had loved u any less, i would hav had pulled the plug.. im angry at you/
i love you /
please please.. dont do this to me..

I sometimes have a dream. Becoming a kind of Santaclaus. No worries. Just helping people, and give a lot of presents to everybody who needs them. But there is not enough money to feed the world. And I dreaming this over and over again.

You told me I was a bad person, that I annoyed you, that I was just like everybody else. You told me you would get the police to break into my apartment for your stuff.

I'm done being stupid. Come get your shit by Sunday or it's going in the trash. Think I'm lying?

Watch me.

I fought back tears in math class today.

Since your so done with Me......Pleeease remove your name from the lease!!!!

I have a feeling that my "ex" might be going to the same party tomorrow night and I feel anxious about it as my husband is not always the most rational being.  I wish I knew for sure.

My wife isn't my friend. Not even close.  It's weird.  It puts me in mind of how a daughter might treat her father. They aren't friends.  The father maybe looks out for the daughter and pays her way and provides for her.  Sometimes they have strained conversations.  But a father and daughter being actual friends?  No.

That's what it's like with my wife. I provide.  We exchange necessary facts - what time should I pick someone up.  But there is no real warmth.  No accessibility.

If one of us were to suddenly die, I don't think the other would shed any tears.  A funeral would be arranged and by a week later, the deceased spouse would be forgotten.  Just another photo in a scrap book on the upper shelf of the linen closet.

This is my marriage.  This might be everyone's marriage.

i need to loose weight because i want to have an affair or at least have a guys look at me.  OMG it has been very long since someone showed any interest in me.  i am monster.  

kind of f'd up that i want to loose weight to have an affair.  what screwed up priorities i have!

Sometimes I wonder if I am bisexual

I wonder if I will still love you in 5 years.

I'm in love with my boyfriend.

You've told me I have nothing or No 1. But believe you me I'll find someone to replace you with a blink of an Eye.

I'm doing what I feel is Rite for Me!!!!

I have figured out after lengthy studying that my mom is a narcisstic person, fits the type to a t. I also discovered that I have borderline personality disorder with schizoid tendencies. I'm doomed to self-destruct.

I feel the transformation in my body. I feel the purity pouring into me like a pitcher is being poured into a glass, I am that glass. That glass is my soul, filling up with this purity the Lord has given me.

Thank you, Lord, for everything you have done for this world. And everyone, individually.

I'll tell you something really crazy kinky my wife and I once did. I was licking her pussy while fingering her backdoor. Okay, this is probably way to much info, but I felt something in her rear. So I kind of worked it with my finger and managed to pull it out. It had the diameter of a dime. I thought what the heck and put it in my mouth. I then scooted up to her face and showed her. I didn't know if she would scream and run from the room or whack me for doing something so crazy. She ended up laughing hysterically and then kissed me deep, pulling it into her own mouth.  We traded it back and forth until it broke in half.  Then we both swallowed.

I can't believe I just said all this.  The secrets both husbands and wives could tell....

I lie to all my friends. I pretend I care about their stupid lives. I don't care one bit about their petty drama. If I was honest with everyone, I would have no friends.

Dani-
I am not done with you ....

He touched my shoulder and I felt fire. His hand did not sit there for more than two seconds , and yet he was able to make me melt.

You don't know how badly I wanted to turn and say something to you that day.Notice how I did not move? That's because it felt so right.


"You're my little secret and that's how we should keep it..."

NOW...YOU HAVE BEEN IGNORED, DELETED, CANCELED, DISCONNECTED...DO AS YOU MAY...I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE...I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING WITH YOU...I WILL LOVE YOU FROM A DISTANCE BUT YOU IN MY LIFE...NEVER AGAIN!
PM

I hate it.

I hate that we don't talk.

I hate that I finally bought a house and you are nowhere near to help celebrate.

I hate I now have a giant garden and you are the only one that would not only appreciate it, but would want to get in and get dirty.

I hate that we never sat down like grown adults and worked out our differences.

I hate that we don't talk.

Hope you're well.

84808 sparks an interesting question.  What does "turning into a raver" have to do with any of the other listed things?  Why is it listed as if it's an insult?  Is it the stereotype? Is that it?  Ravers are not bad people.  We enjoy the music, the people, and most of us really don't do drugs anymore.  Ever heard of PLUR?  Look it up.

So, here's the secret:  Ravers are normal people.  Surprised?  I know, I let the cat out of the bag.

Wandering through life unstirred and unstimulated is a slow, painful, miserable death. You deserve so much more.

You know what, S? I actually really dislike you.

I send naked pictures of myself masturbating to an online lover I connected with a year ago. We have never met in person mainly because he lives on the other side of the country. But also because we don't have a need to meet in person. I send him pictures (body shots only, no faces). He cums on them and sends them back. I see no problem with this. My husband has no idea. But he has noticed our sex life has picked up tremendously. My online lover makes me feel randy all the time. My husband reaps the benefits. What's not to love about this situation? Everyone comes out ahead. All women should try this. You'd be amazed at how much more alive you feel. I am sexy again. I am desired again. This is all good.

-- 40 something mother of two

I hear people say that you should stick with the ones who "love you" even though everything's not perfect which I understand to a point. Sure, life is not always perfect and when you're in a relationship you have to share the bad times as well as the good, but I can't help but feel like you should at least be able to connect on the same level mentally and have fun together. I can't even stand to have sex with my boyfriend anymore, it is the most boring sex in the world. Now I understand how women have been known to fall asleep during sex with their husbands...I can't do this anymore!

You're turning into a bitch, slut, druggy, and a raver. This all started once you began hanging out with those "friends". You're going to ruin your life, and I am going to watch. Don't think me a horrible person, because I've given you plenty of advice when you ask- but I'm six hours away so you don't really have to listen, now do you?. You only care about "fun" now, so have fun now- you'll pay later.
And I can't wait.
This probably makes me a bad person. At least I'm an honest bad person.

Ambiguity makes life so fucking complicated when it doesn't need to be.

It hurts me to see you rebound with the girl that ruined our relationship in the first place. You never let me feel like I was the only one and now you've only added to my suspsions. I want to be your friend, but you've got to make this easier on me. Please love

i wish this had not been a secret to me....

don't take love for granted.  you will live a lifetime of regret.

I have a pretty normal and fufilling life. I'm married, have kids, I'm gainfully employed, but the other day in my car I flashed on an old memory from Jr. High School.

I was at the lucnh table with my friends, some of them I'd known since 2nd grade and they were all planning a trip to a local sports facillity on Saturday, you know basketball, batting cages, ect. One of the guys was one of my BEST friends and as I heard them taking about getting one or two more guys to go I thought to myself "Yea that sounds like fun, I'll go." Thing is they weren't talking TO me so I decided to sit back and wait to be invited, you don't want to be THAT guy to invite yourself, besides they're about to ask me anyway.

No, they weren't. As they racked their brains talking about inviting this one and that one, I sat, right there next to them. No one said a word or looked at me. That is the most alone I think I ever felt. I was sitting a table  with "friends" in a crowded lunchroom, all by myself.

Every once in while that memory creeps into my head and ruins my otheriwse happy existance.

wow that was easy to spot.  If you really think that you are more delusional than I thought.  So sad.  Too bad you think you are never part of the bigger picture.  Now please go away.

I was at a point in my marriage where I felt rejected and alone and attempted to initiate affairs with two men: one worked at wal mart, the other at my place of employment. The wal-mart one fell through and the other one still flirts with me but we never hooked up. I had multiple sexual fantasies about these two men and was truly ready to finally do it. But when all is said and done, I am glad I didn't. I think fucking either of them could unravel my marriage. I love my husband and I realized how much of a treasure true love is even when it's not glitter and fireworks.