This Is a Thank You Letter

Posted by Anonymous.

To Catherine for hosting this, but also to all the bereaved, betrayed, angry, and injured souls on here. This one isn't for everyone; some of you won't relate to this at all. That's fine too. This one is mostly for the married folk out there.

About Me:

I'm a simple man. A Man's Man, really. I love my woman, my kids, sex, cars, guns, weightlifting and beer. In that order. I am a United States Marine, so you can imagine the testosterone runs a tad high in my veins. I'm a brother to several sisters, a son to a quirky mother (think Ms Frizzle from Magic School Bus. Seriously.), and a dedicated husband to an amazing woman. I was not always so dedicated. In fairness, my first wife was not so faithful herself. This is not the point; it is just a bit of color for the background. We failed, through mutual immaturity, lack of a foundation (dated a year and married), infidelity on both sides, and several other fissure-sized flaws on BOTH our parts.

Now, I am remarried. Strangely enough, to a woman that I dated in college, almost 13 years ago. We broke up because I joined the Marines, of all things. 8 years later, and a spouse each, we met up again, and well...here we are. Both MUCH wiser the second time around.

BUT...

There is always that 'But,' isn't there?

I am still a Man, however much I have learned. And while I am proud of my genetic package, this presents a problem. I tend to think I have things under control. We men like that. To be The Man. In Charge. On Top Of It. Got This One on Cruise Control. This blinds us, willfully or otherwise, to an amazing array of things that women see as glaringly obvious. This trait above all others is what I credit with my first marriage's demise, at least from my end. We tend to think we have things figured out, and that is that. We will ALWAYS have it figured out. Because things never change, PEOPLE never change, right? Heh. Yeah Right.

SO...

Because I know this, I am paranoid. Always self-examining, always thinking, 'am I missing something?' But because I am NOT a woman, I'm a blind man trying to teach myself what the color Blue is.

Here is where the Thank You starts. To ALL of you. All of you who suffer, whose men AREN'T men, if only because of their willful blindness, their neglect, and their dispassionate self-justification (we're good at that, let me tell you...).

I thank you for sharing, for letting all your hates, hurts, and feelings fly. It's because of you guys that I know what to look for. It's because of your willingness to share that I can see those blind spots; they're damnably hard to find otherwise. It is because of the woman who loves her husband beyond all reason, all sanity, and pours out her troubles and feelings here, that my marriage is still kicking. I hope and pray for each and every one of you, that your situation will improve, that your man will wake up, that YOU will wake up, whatever the case may be. But, in the meantime, Thanks. Just know that you aren't screaming into the wind. By what you do here, another woman is spared the suffering you endure. Small consolation? Maybe. But it's what I have to offer.

I owe you all.

Just....keep saving me, would you?

Sincerely,

A Man.

The Co-Worker From Hell

Posted by Anonymous.

Gotta get it out...

Dear C,

The following is what I cannot, for the sake of TT and both our jobs say to you but I have to get it out of my soul. Here it goes. You actually are not without a couple of redeeming qualities. You are a master at public speaking and relating to youth. Probably because you are so much closer in age but ok, well whatever. I am now, however, going to list the 50 million things I hate about you in no particular order and I wish that I had an “ANGRY” font to put it in because today I feel like I could choke the life out of you. Here goes:

#1. Your cocky, arrogant, classless attitude toward pretty much everyone around you. I’ve seen your FB posts about wanting to know why girls aren’t attracted to such a gentleman. HA! What a fuckin joke! Do you even realize that you have shoved every woman on the team (besides c, who you want to bang) to the side to get your precious front seat and that if anyone dares sit in it you fume all the way home? That you allow every door you walk in to slam into our faces? That in every presentation if you do not have command authority of every detail you sit and act like an immature child until you do? I think you are blind to your own actions and its sick!

#2. Your pathetic, incomprehensible so-called love for God. First of all, you are a man divided against yourself. You openly talk about women’s breast and naked women, yet openly talk about women who don’t bother to wear skirts to your stupid Pentecostal church. In addition, you have TWO churches. One that is super holiness and one that is grace based. So you can attend whichever one suits your needs. ARROGANT LITTLE PRICK!

#3. Your know-it-all, comprehensive attitude on any given subject. Whether it be a job I’ve applied for, or about relationships, not only did you write the book, but all people and admire you for your intelligence on the subject. Please allow me to give you a fuckin wake up call prick! Every single person on our team thinks you couldn’t hold a girlfriend if a terrorist asked you to. SHE’D RATHER BE WITH THE TERRORIST THAN AN ASSHOLE LIKE YOU! THAT IS THE TRUTH SUCKA> YOU'RE THE LAST TO KNOW YOU PRICK! That sweet girl that had it for you so bad was treated like yesterdays garbage while you threw your sick puppy eyes c’s way last Christmas. What a dumb, ignorant jerk you are. You are the exact opposite of what you say you are!

Take your God’s gift to women self and go take a short leap off a long bridge. I was the #2 producer this year despite the fact you tried every dirty handed trick in the book to plaster your name over my work! You may think I’m a washed-up mother but at the end of the day, this washed up mom got the best of you, and bested you at your own game so suck on that lemon a little while. Come back to me in 15 years when you’ve probably been through a couple of divorces and you’ve been knocked righteously off your ass. I bet your little tune will have changed dramatically. All I want to say is until then don’t procreate. I can’t think of anything sicker than another you!