My Confession

I don’t know when it actually started. I started suspecting something about 2 years ago. You warned me about the lack of sex. I can’t remember when you stopped pestering me about it. I realize that is about the time your behavior changed. Perhaps you met him at that time. You changed everything about yourself. You know I actually am attracted to you much more now. You lost weight, changed you hair, bought a new car and added to you wardrobe. You’re actually very pretty, confident and sexy now. But you're out of reach for me. I fantasize a lot about you now, much more than ever before. I didn’t realize what I had.

Because you’re with him I hope he is a better lover than I was. I actually let you have your time with him. The weekend trips with your girlfriends, your business travel; I really know who you’re secretly meeting with. In case you didn’t realize it is getting more frequent, more bold. The kids miss you very much. I miss you too. But you are a much better person to be around. We don’t fight like we used to. I hope you are happy with him. I hope he fulfills your desires and deepest dreams. You know I work my ass off to give this to you. I know that you could never admit to how content you are.

Someday I’ll lose the weight and take care of myself a little more. I hope you could find the love with me again. I hope that you love me now. Not as a lover but as a caretaker to your household. In the mean time I’ll just be content on pleasing myself while you get it like you want.

no updates..

So I guess I'm writing a little update myself, since I'm not exactly flooded with submissions :)
I do realize that men are simply not as likely to write in their problems as women are, but I had hoped for a little bit more response. I do get a decent amount of visitors, but the only way to increase my readership, and therefor your audience, is to have more posts.

So here is one of my own:

We've been doing a small remodeling in our house, and my wife repeatedly looks for confirmation that we work well together. Truth be told, if she was one of my staff, I'd have a hard time keeping her on, since she does not pull her weight, yet has no problems criticizing the work of others (Read: me). I should tell her that, but I feel bad bursting her bubble.