When I met you, you were living with your dad, and couldn’t hold down a job as a waitress. I gave you insurance, a place to live, a new car, and nursed you through your depression and anxiety. I paid for everything we did and never once asked for anything in return. You changed jobs 4 times a year. You almost never worked a 40 hour week. You never made more than $15,000 in a year, and most years you didn’t even make $10,000. FYI, people don’t live like you have for the last 8 years on that kind of money.
My family spent over $25,000 to get us married, and you acted like it was a burden for you to do the planning. I worked my ass off to provide for us and build a strong family, and you complained about having to move an hour and a half away. I waited on you hand and foot while you were pregnant, and you bitched that it wasn’t good enough, and never let me forget it. I took care of the baby after the birth, and you acted like it was a privilege.
After the birth you started to ignore me. The most obvious way was sexually, but your coldness was clear in other ways to. You stopped greeting me when I came home. You tried to avoid sleeping in the same bed. You didn’t care about anything I had to say.
Still, I supported you through nursing school. I paid the bills, and watched the baby, bending my schedule around yours in every possible way. I suspected it was your escape plan, but I took a chance on it anyway. I figured it was best to give you the option and see where it went. I didn’t say anything about you going out while I stayed at home with the baby, and let you have your space. You quit your job again, and took a job that kept you out all night and burdened our family more, and I said little. Then after three weekends of you not even coming home to sleep, I checked your phone, to find out you were courting another man. You told me it would get better. You told me to just hold on a little longer and you would come around. My family even paid for a cruise to try to help rekindle our marriage.
Then I caught you cheating on me a second time. Again you said it would be OK. You said that you loved me, and that you were in it for the long haul, and I tried to believe that. I tried to live with the coldness. I told myself that married couples don’t always connect, and that staying together was what was best for the baby, even if I wasn’t happy.
Then like clock work you graduated, got a job, and told me you wanted a separation. As soon as you didn’t need me you left. Now you’ll take the investment I made in you to another family, and you’ll leave me to piece together what I am left with. I have to be thankful that you didn’t rape me for more on your way out. Thank you for not being malicious. I don’t think you ever planned any of this. I don’t think you are evil, but I do think you are selfish. I will always question how you felt about me, and what things I didn’t catch you at. I don’t trust you, and I never will. I regret ever meeting you, and the foolish trust I gave you.
My family spent over $25,000 to get us married, and you acted like it was a burden for you to do the planning. I worked my ass off to provide for us and build a strong family, and you complained about having to move an hour and a half away. I waited on you hand and foot while you were pregnant, and you bitched that it wasn’t good enough, and never let me forget it. I took care of the baby after the birth, and you acted like it was a privilege.
After the birth you started to ignore me. The most obvious way was sexually, but your coldness was clear in other ways to. You stopped greeting me when I came home. You tried to avoid sleeping in the same bed. You didn’t care about anything I had to say.
Still, I supported you through nursing school. I paid the bills, and watched the baby, bending my schedule around yours in every possible way. I suspected it was your escape plan, but I took a chance on it anyway. I figured it was best to give you the option and see where it went. I didn’t say anything about you going out while I stayed at home with the baby, and let you have your space. You quit your job again, and took a job that kept you out all night and burdened our family more, and I said little. Then after three weekends of you not even coming home to sleep, I checked your phone, to find out you were courting another man. You told me it would get better. You told me to just hold on a little longer and you would come around. My family even paid for a cruise to try to help rekindle our marriage.
Then I caught you cheating on me a second time. Again you said it would be OK. You said that you loved me, and that you were in it for the long haul, and I tried to believe that. I tried to live with the coldness. I told myself that married couples don’t always connect, and that staying together was what was best for the baby, even if I wasn’t happy.
Then like clock work you graduated, got a job, and told me you wanted a separation. As soon as you didn’t need me you left. Now you’ll take the investment I made in you to another family, and you’ll leave me to piece together what I am left with. I have to be thankful that you didn’t rape me for more on your way out. Thank you for not being malicious. I don’t think you ever planned any of this. I don’t think you are evil, but I do think you are selfish. I will always question how you felt about me, and what things I didn’t catch you at. I don’t trust you, and I never will. I regret ever meeting you, and the foolish trust I gave you.
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