yes

your ass does look fat in that outfit. As a matter of fact, it looks fat in just about any outfit you own. That's because you haven't done anything to stay in shape in a long time now.

Please Please

will you go on contraceptive the pill/injection.

I know we don't have sex often but when we do I would like it to be spontaneous and not have to rummaged around the house looking for a condom.

I hate using them but i will continue to until you are ready to do the above.

Lot of love me

PS Last night was great

The first new confession!

I love you
and i know that i am not the best bf, but there are a lot worse out there in the world, but when we first met we used to have a great sex life. Once we found out you were pregnant all those years ago the sex has stopped, well has gone from a river to a trickle, we maybe will have sex once maybe twice a month, when we first met it was all the time.

I understand that looking after our son can take it out of you but when the weekends come I do and try and take most of the pressure off you. When i come home from work, sometimes I will cook and then put our son to bed, but I hardly get a response from you as you are glued to the telly. The other night when we cuddled on the sofa like old times felt great and i know when we go to bed you don't like me cuddling up to you but at least give me a cuddle.

Lots of love me

Anonymity

I have been trying to come up with the easiest way for anyone to get their message onto this blog without losing their anonymity, which I understand can be a serious concern. I've seen blogs with bits of code that'll let you auto post to the blog,, and the original version of this blog had something similar. However, that led to the blog being quickly overrun with spam in the simplest version, and way too much coding knowledge required to make it spam-safe.
Emailing me directly might pose a problem too, since not everyone has a Yahoo/Hotmail/Gmail account that's not somewhat personalized. And setting up a new email address just to post a confession might be a step too much for some people.

So far Fakesend is not back yet, here is another one:
link

Enter www.fakesend.com. Originally set up as a site to send prank emails from, I figured it would serve great for my purpose. It'll let you type an email and fill in any email address as the sender. That way me, nor anyone else, will be able to tell where the email came from. The only thing that took me a second was to find the 'send' button. To send, type the 6 characters shown (to prove your at least halfway human and can read :) ), then click on the line below it that reads 'send that fake email!' That is all there is to it.



John.

Some visitors

I realize it'll be a while before people realize this blog is live again. So far I've gotten a few visitors from some of the blogs this was originally linked from, I'm hoping for me soon.

Breathe, dammit, breathe!

I came across the true wife confessions blog, and, being male, decided to check out it's male counterpart. Much to my surprise it did not exist any more.
Google's cache revealed the last contents, which I will be reposting.

I decided to give True Husband Confessions another try, get life back into it, if only because I think we men, whether 'just friends', boyfriends or husbands, deserve a place to vent too.


I'm not much of an accomplished writer myself, so I'm going to stick with what other people email me at truehusbandconfessions@gmail.com. I'll try and post confessions as I get them, and anyone is free to comment of course.

I hope this will become a success.

Older posts

its only a dream

how could you do this to me...

you are-were my dream girl...

6 children-find out one for sure not mine....

how many others..? 

I love you but I hate you  too!!!! 

Can we ever get over this??? 

You suddenly want your freedom-24 yrs of marriage-

its almost our fuckin silver anniversary!!

s s
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Damaged goods

I always thought you were the kind of woman that was comfortable with sex. That's the way you always came across when we were dating. I figured your reluctance to do anything remotely different was due to the abuse you suffered at the hands of your ex-husband. I gave you plenty of space and never pushed. I figured when you were comfortable enough, the real you that you described would come back out at some point to play.

Now that we've been married over 10 years, you don't even want sex any more, I've finally realized that you were just another jaded, damaged woman who never will be "right" again. There always some excuse to not meet my needs. I think you just married me because I was a good man and you didn't want to be alone as you got older.

I went to look in the drawer today where we keep all the sex-related clothes, toys, and such. I had bought you a number of sexy panty hose, underwear, bras, and the like because you would look great in it. When they arrived, you asked me what was in the box. So I showed you and excitedly told you how great you would look in everything I bought. Not only were you not interested, you started a fight with me because you considered the online catalog where I bought the stuff to be porn. So I told you I would put it in the drawer and you could wear it whenever you felt like you wanted to.

You never want to have sex with me anymore and you made it clear you don't feel you have any responsibility at all to meet my needs. I was feeling depressed today, so I went into the drawer, wiped off the 6 years of dust that had accumulated, and threw all of it into the garbage. I've done enough waiting.

It's crystal clear now. There's no fixing your issues. You're never coming out to play. Your ex-husband has won.
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Thank You

Strangely enough, I want to say "Thank You" to my ex-wife.

Thank you for being overbearing.

Thank you for wanting to control who I was friends with.

Thank you for controlling when I went out.

Thank you for bullying me into just handing over my pay each week.

Thank you for expecting me to raise your child from your dead beat ex-con ex-boyfriend.

Thank you for leaving your birth control pills out so I could see you weren't taking them.

Thank you for telling me the night I confronted you about it that you were already pregnant.

Thank you for accusing me of cheating on you with every girl I knew.

Thank you for bullying me into a new job I didn't want.

Thank you for making me move away from my friends and family.

Thank you for complaining when I got hired for the new job that I did want.

Thank you for cheating on me with your boss.

Thank you for cheating on me with the next door neighbor.

Thank you for cheating on me with the best man from our wedding.

Thank you for pressuing me into using my savings to buy the house...while you were cheating on me with the best man from our wedding.

Thank you for waiting until the day after I moved out to move him into "our" house with my kids.

Thank you for trying to rape me for every dime you could in our divorce.

Thank you for destroying my belief in honestly, trust and fidelity in relationships.

But more importantly....

Thank you for my three kids who are the light of my life.

Thank you for being an abject failure when you married the best man from our wedding, then divorcing him 3 years later.

Thank you for showing me what a really bad marriage was like, so I know what to avoid next time.

Thank you for bullying me into moving out and finding my own way in the world.

Thank you for forcing me to be responsible for myself and not so lazy.

Thank you for being the worst wife I could have ever imagined so I had nowhere to go but up.

Thank you for divorcing me so that way I could find someone new.

Thank you for continually calling me and badgering me, that way I can look at the girl who will be my next wife and realize how lucky I am to have her.

Thank you for being a tightwad with money. That way the most meager monetary gifts that I give our kids (thanks to you, they truly are meager) are appreciated in a way that other kids would turn their noses up at.

Thank you for being a total attention whore. Now I don't have to talk shit about you, people can see you for what you are.
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How would you feel if I was pregnant?

We were married just over 4 years when you came in and asked me the question.

"How would you feel if I was pregnant? Because I think I am."

we had talked about this eight months before. Since we had been married for a while and heard that stress often caused women to fail to get pregnant, we had decided to just stop using birth control and see what happened. And since we both told each other before we were married that we both wanted kids at some point, I was happy that we were going to finally become parents. I had wondered if I was sterile since eight months had gone by, but now things seemed to be fine. And I was happy because I really loved you.

We did a pregnancy test and you were indeed pregnant. We started telling our families about it and went through the usually happy congrats and such. But something kept bothering me. Something in the way you asked just didn't sound right. And the cool, indifferent way you talked to me on a daily basis seemed out of place. I told myself "Surely she wouldn't get pregnant with another guy's kid and try and pass it off as mine?". But then reality set in as I remembered the two times you had cheated on me in the past. I forgave you both times and took you back, but I realized that it was likely you had done it again. And now an innocent child was involved. So I decided to find out what was going on.

I bought a tape recorder and phone interface from Radio Shack and hooked it up to the phone line. Now every time the phone was used, the recorder would come on and record everything. Since our work schedules were opposite, it would be easy for you to do stuff during the day while I was at work. So I kissed you good bye and went to work like I normally do. Then when I got home and we ate dinner, you went to work afterward as usual.

I went and pulled out the recorder from it's hiding place. The entire 2 hour cassette was full. I rewound it and began to listen. My heart sank because I was right. I listened to you talk to a man your friend introduced you to months ago. I listened to you and him talk about what you, him, and his wife had done in bed the last time you visited and how it felt. I listened to you talk about how excited you were to be able to get together again in a few days and what you wanted to do to each other in explicit detail. And I listened to you trash talk me and talk about how dumb I was. And I heard you tell him "I love you". After the tape was done, I just sat down against the wall and cried beause I knew my marriage was over.

It took a month to get a lawyer, a new bank account, apartment, and utilities in my name. I kept recording the calls. And one day after you left for work, I called my friend Bob so he could bring a trailer over. I packed up just what was mine and left most everything else there, including the furniture. We took my stuff and put it into storage, and then Bob brought me back to the apartment so I could wait for you. I fell asleep on the couch.

When you came back home, you said hi and went to use the bathroom. Then you noticed a few things were missing, so I sat you down and told you that I knew why you were pregnant and that I would be filing for divorce in a few days. I told you what a piss poor thing it was to get pregnant and try to pass the kid off as mine. I told you that I had paid the rent and utilities for a month because I didn't like the idea of leaving a pregnant woman destitute. And then I asked you if you had anything to say. You basically admitted what you did, but didn't apologize and just whined about money. I told you that you would have to talk to the child's father about that. I wished you luck and left.

I went to a new apartment in the middle of the winter. It was 20 degrees outside and my power wasn't on yet, so it was freezing in the apartment too. All I had at that point was a sleeping bag. I can't relate how alone I felt then. Trying to fall asleep on the floor in an empty, freezing, dark apartment, after just leaving a meeting where I had to destroy the relationship I had cherished or 4 years. But I survived.

A paternity test later proved that the child was indeed not mine. I found out that the couple you cheated with and their two kids moved in with you into our old apartment. I'm glad you were able to support yourself.

Today, I realized your son would now be 18 years old. So in rememberance, I dug out the old tapes and threw them away. I've been happily remarried for 11 years now, and I always hoped you grew up and didn't treat anyone else the way you treated me. I always treated you with love and respect. I hope you told your son good things about me. I would have been a good father.

Wherever you are, I wish you and your son well.
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We're just friends. Really.

You know that female friend of mine, the one you suspect I slept with? Well, I did, twelve years ago before you and I even met. She and I are really just friends now and would never think of doing it again. Oh, and you know her husband? The one I hang out with and play golf with? He knows, too, and is totally cool with it. The only reason we won't admit it to you is that you are so insecure and shallow that you would never let me spend time with these people anymore, and they really are some of the nicest people we know.
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Cheer up or Shut up.

I couldn't take it any longer. You told so many of your friends and family that I am a lazy jerk, that I have decided to let out your little secret. I have been letting all my friends and family know that you suffer from anxiety and depression and that you are off your meds. Now at least people will understand your anger, mood swings and paranoia while I have been trying as hard as I can to keep things calm and stress-free around the house.

You have a common mental illness. Stop being so ashamed and just deal with it like everyone else.