You are such an asswipe!
Considering that I’m the one who left, why the hell would I change the address on the water bill to come to my apartment?? If I really wanted the house, I’d have kicked you out, not the other way around. And why the hell can’t you just ask me a simple question, instead of jumping to conclusions, being cold and nasty about it, and then accusing me of lying when I respond?? As I said on the phone, the fact that you’d even think that I would do something like t :mad: hat shows that you don’t know me. You then backtracked and said you know I wouldn’t do that, but my dad, or my “wicked” stepmother, or my sister would tell me to do that and get the house away from you. Again, if that’s what you think about my family. you don’t know them either. :mad: :mad:
And yes, the marriage problems we’re having are entirely my fault. :rolleyes: Yup. I’m a selfish, cold-hearted bitch. I didn’t work full-time and go to school full-time on scholarship, and still do any and all of the housework that managed to get done. I wasn’t working 60 hour weeks and dealing with major depression. I’ve told you I screwed up, have been trying to make amends.
But let’s talk about you for a minute. Lessee, the fact that we haven’t had sex in over 4 years now is my fault how? Because in the almost 14 years we’ve been married, I think we’ve averaged twice a month, and I initiated every damned one of those times except one. And let’s alk about how many times you turned me down. You were too tired. But I was the one who was working my ass off at work, college, and at home, while you came home every day at 4:30 or 5, sat around watching television, playing guitar, doing whatever.
Let’s also talk about your other “problems.” You shut me out of your life for years, and then you have the fucking gall to tell me that the only problem you had in our marriage was my money mismanagement!!!
How about the fact that I do suffer from major depression and anxiety, and yet you feel no qualms about waking me up (when I have insomnia problems as well) to tell me how everyone who doesn’t agree with you politically is a wicked person who should be killed! Or how there’s going to be widespread devastation because of some storm that’s coming along. Or whatever is stressing you out at the moment.
Oh yeah, and remember Mother’s Day? We went to lunch with my sister, my dad and stepmother, and you threw a temper tantrum because there was a black lump in your mashed potatoes and the server didn’t handle it appropriately. And when I tried to help you calm down, because it wasn’t really that big of a deal, you started getting ugly with me. And on Father’s Day, when I got called out as we were all finishing up lunch, my dad and monster kindly drove you home, and you insulted me to them, and insulted them also. Gosh, guess you’re a real winner!
It was bad enough when you insulted me when no one else was around. But when you started treating me that way in front of my family, that was enough. And you get mad at me because my family knows your private business. Well guess what–if you hadn’t hidden disgusting things under the sofa, my mother wouldn’t have seen them when I was sweeping one day during her visit. And yeah, you’re right, I was sweeping under the sofa because I knew you hid things there and I wanted to humiliate you. I really get off on having everyone know every intimate detail of your perversions. Mmmhmmm.
Does the fact that our bishop, in a church that believes families are of utmost importance, is the one who not only counseled me to leave you, but told me to do it that night not make you think that something’s wrong? And I love how you told me to tell our bishop, and my new one now that I’m living in another area, to “go fuck themselves.”
Why am I even bothering to try to salvage the marriage? I do take our marriage seriously, especially since I believe in eternal marriage, but the thought of being married to you for eternity is not a happy one. You can be so nice one night (minute), and then the next day (minute/hour/whatever) you are so cruel to me.
Well, guess what: I don’t have to put up with it. I’m not coming back unless/until things are very different. And if you don’t start trying to improve things, I ain’t coming back! I’ve been learning how to manage money better, I’ve gotten the depression under control, and it’s so nice not living with someone who tells me at least twice a week that I’m stupid. If that’s what life with you is going to be life, then I’m glad I’m gone.
