Posted by Anonymous.
We have been married for nearly 15 years.
We stopped having sex 10 years ago, right after the baby was born.
You were dishonest with me.
You used me.
You married me because you wanted to have a child.
You knew that I was scarred from my divorce and the distance from my oldest child.
You knew I wasn't the kind of man who would walk away from his own child.
I know that you like me. I know that you are fond of me. I know that you might have some feelings of love for me... but the truth is that you don't really respect me.
Do you know, or would you even care if you knew, that I get sex elsewhere? Probably not.
You know... in blogland, most people think that I have the greatest life. I should be more honest with the people that read me... but I guess I am as dishonest with them as you have been with me. We have a nice home. We have nice, responsible, respectable jobs. We are active in our church and community. We take family vacations and smile in the pictures.
We are full of shit.
You may be happy with all of this, but I'm not.
It's 7 A.M. on Sunday... and in two and a half hours, I'll be at church, teaching Sunday school... I haven't been to bed yet. I don't know what to do. I just don't. I am fucking miserable.
When our child graduates from high school in eight years, she will be going off to college. When she leaves, I'm leaving, too. I gave you the best years of my life, and as much as I still love you, deep down, I hate you for it... but, you probably don't care about that, either.