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> <channel><title>Watawa life &#187; True Wife Confessions</title> <atom:link href="http://www.robink.ca/blog/category/true-wife-confessions/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://www.robink.ca/blog</link> <description>A photo blog set in Ottawa</description> <lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 May 2012 01:15:36 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <item><title>True Wife Confessions</title><link>http://www.robink.ca/blog/true-wife-confessions/</link> <comments>http://www.robink.ca/blog/true-wife-confessions/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2007 04:09:43 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Robin Kelsey</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[All topics]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Tang coin laundry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[True Wife Confessions]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.robink.ca/blog/true-wife-confessions/</guid> <description><![CDATA[Today I came across a blog called True Wife Confessions and read it all. It reminds me why I live alone. Most of the women who post their confessions are angry at their husbands. They are angry about housework (they have to do it all), sex (they have to do it all), money (he spends [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img
id="image751" align=left hspace=10 alt=wife.jpg src="http://www.robink.ca/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/wife.jpg" /> Today I came across a blog called <a
href="http://truewifeconfessions.blogspot.com"><strong>True Wife Confessions</strong></a> and read it all.</p><p>It reminds me why I live alone.</p><p>Most of the women who post their confessions are angry at their husbands. They are angry about housework (they have to do it all), sex (they have to do it all), money (he spends it all on stupid guy stuff), and pornography (he prefers it to sex). But mostly they are angry about the emotional remoteness of their men.</p><p>Here are some typical entries.</p><hr
/>Confession #1355</p><p>I am tired of you. I&#8217;m tired of your laziness, I&#8217;m tired of your insensitivity, I&#8217;m tired of trying to help you &#8216;get it&#8217; and &#8216;get me&#8217;.</p><p>I have had one of the worst day sof my life today, and what do you do, you come home from our dog being euthanized and fall asleep on the couch. You do not try to console me or comfort me..no sirreee Bob, you come home and you fall asleep&#8230;</p><p>So, enjoy New Years Eve alone! Maybe if you started giving a shit, I&#8217;d stick around.</p><hr
/>Confession #1356</p><p>You once told me that you&#8217;d love me, sex or no sex, kids or no kids. I gave you a son. Now leave me alone.</p><hr
/>Confession #1462</p><p>Darling, when you helped me out with the garden on the weekend, I loved every minute of us working hard and creating something together. I just hope you did too and want to do more things like that, and not sit on your computer ignoring me.</p><hr
/>Confession #1341</p><p>When you fall asleep in front of the TV, and I wake you up and you get all snippy, and then I follow you to bed about an hour later after doing stuff like laundry, dishes, and dog-walking (which you don&#8217;t do), I do not want to have sex.</p><p>You say that some nights the dogs almost push you out of bed. Then why can&#8217;t I get you to roll over? I have shoved you so hard that I&#8217;m sweating, and you don&#8217;t move.</p><hr
/>Confession #1331</p><p>I love you. You are my soul mate. You make me happy. You&#8217;re a great husband and father, but you suck in bed. I&#8217;ve tried to show you what I like, but you don&#8217;t listen.</p><p>I&#8217;m cheating on you, with 4 different men, and the sex is great &#8211; I mean it is GREAT.</p><p>They could never replace you though, I just need better sex.</p><p>Please listen to what I need in the bedroom &#8211; I&#8217;m tired of all this running around &#8211; but damn it! I need this sex. I&#8217;ve faked almost every orgasm with you because you don&#8217;t seem to care about my bedroom needs and we&#8217;ve been married for almost 10 years.</p><p>If you ever stop to listen to what I want in the bedroom, I&#8217;ll stop cheating &#8211; I&#8217;d rather have GREAT sex with you.</p><hr
/>Confession #1304</p><p>You wonder why i don&#8217;t sleep with you anymore.</p><p>After years of having my precious sleep interrupted by your horrible snoring, which gets louder and more grating as you get older and fatter, i gave up and moved into the spare bedroom. Yeah&#8230; originally it was going to be a temporary move, while i caught up on my sleep and started feeling better, but&#8230; i really like having my own room, and sleeping by myself.</p><p>I didnt really notice it when i used to sleep with you, but&#8230; you stink. When you get up in the morning and open the bedroom door, the whole house fills up with a disgusting &#8216;cloud&#8217; of stench: the smell of 7 hours of your farting and bad breath, all pent up in that tiny, over-heated bedroom (you refuse to sleep with the window cracked for a bit of fresh air)&#8230; and when that smell travels downstairs where i am sitting having my breakfast, it makes me want to puke, and makes me remember why i dont want to sleep with you anymore.</p><hr
/>Confession #1466</p><p>I love you but sometimes when your off I just wish you&#8217;d go back to work</p><hr
/>Confession #1443</p><p>When I do something you don&#8217;t like, instead of asking me not to do it again, you have to bludgeon me with it. Over, and over, and over. I apologize once &#8211; not good enough. You have to keep at it until I feel 2 inches tall.</p><p>Way to go, prick. Feel better now?</p><hr
/>Confession #1444</p><p>PLEASE!!!!! Close your mouth when you chew your gum!</p><hr
/>Confession #1458</p><p>To my husband:<br
/> You were the &#8220;right&#8221; choice; the safe choice. When I weighed the pros and cons, it was you. I listened with my head. Not my heart.<br
/> For the last eight years, I&#8217;ve thought about him every. single. day. I&#8217;ve thought about our last phone call, and how I should&#8217;ve ran and never looked back. How that single moment, that single phone call could&#8217;ve changed everything. I&#8217;m so afraid that if I&#8217;m given another chance, I&#8217;ll follow my heart.</p><hr
/>These confessions make compelling reading. Each one is like an untold short story or an unshot movie. They remind me of this poem I saw on the bulletin board at the Tang Coin Laundry.</p><p><img
id="image484" alt=annshin.jpg src="http://www.robink.ca/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/annshin.jpg" /></p><p>But somehow I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m getting a rounded view of the human situation. I found a similar blog for the confessions of men. Here it is: <a
href="http://truehusbandconfessions.blogspot.com/"><strong>True Husband Confessions</strong></a>. I haven&#8217;t read it yet.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.robink.ca/blog/true-wife-confessions/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>3</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>
