My husband is a total cock and I really question why I married him. No actually I know why I married him, he was the only one who would have me. No one else wanted me… so I had to settle for the fat guy with a small dick who is actually really bad in bed…..
That doesn’t make me look very good does it, but to be honest he destroyed my self esteem so badly that I had no option but to stay with him.
It was really sad, last year I realised how people grow apart. You know how you get those couples who have been married for 25 years that end up divorcing, I totally understand that now. It is amazing how you can wake up one day and realise that the person beside you is a fat revolting pig and ask yourself has he just become that or has he always been like that?
I know that you are probably thinking that how can I be so critical when quite clearly I am not Pamela Anderson? And that is true, but simple reality is that he truly is a revolting pig. He gets fatter by the day and he doesn’t seem to care. He thinks it is acceptable for a man to be 140kg plus. He doesn’t even think about heart attacks and when I mention to him about the possibility of heart disease, he snarkily tells me that I will be the one to have a heart attack because of how badly I eat – that’s right, all the vegies and fruit I eat qualify me for heart attack over he who eats absolutely no greens and lives on a diet of junk food and coke. I mean jesus, what was I thinking??
I really am over being married to him. You know he had the audacity to call me fat recently. That is right, he who is the size of a house called his wife (who is admittedly a size 14, not slim certainly, but no where near as fat as him) fat. And he also (after I had had his child) stopped having sex with me because I was no longer a size 8. I mean that is fucked up…..right??
You know right now I am so angry at him that I can’t even bring myself to say nice things about him. I do absolutely fucking everything for him and he does NOTHING. I don’t know why I bother, wep why do I continue to do the nice things for him. I get him up in the morning, because if I didn’t then he would be late for work. I clean the house, I cook, do his washing, clean his shit from the toilet and get absolutely no thanks for it. Its no wonder i slee with other people……