underwear

Sometimes when you are out, I put on your underwear. Mostly the tight fitting ones, but also your thongs. it makes me horny.

I hope you fell better soon

as when your ill everyone knows about it, I know you get frustrated with yourself because you can't do anything but please don't shout and moan at me about it. I will help you as much as I can but I do get tired to.

Love you loads though and can't wait till you are well again

It's over

That's what I want to tell you but I can't.

I still love you but it is so hard for me to live with you.

no title

I really only love one of our kids.

Whilst away

I smoked a few joints and they were great.

It really annoys me that whenever i try to smoke one whenever your around you get on your high horse.

I would never do it in front of our son or be in a state where he would be in harms way.

Grow up

Games

I know you think it's silly and childish of me to still enjoy playing computer games, but why can't you just let it be? It's my outlet, it does not harm anyone, and other than that, I'm not your prototypical basement geek. I don't need to hear you go off every time about how dumb they are. You don't like them, fine, don't play.

cheater

I'm pretty sure my wife has an affair, and that knowledge doesn't even bother me that much. After all, I've been actively looking for someone to cheat on her with, so I can't blame her.

What fucking irks me though is that she has always had that holier than thou attitude, accusing me of cheating on her while I hadn't done a thing (yet), treating me as if I had cheated. The "if you ever cheat on me I'll still stay with you" line, hoping I'd confess to something I hadn't done, and now she is fucking around behind my back.

I really

don't want another child.

Our son is three years old and will be going to school on two years time.

This means you can then go out and get a full time job and I won't have to struggle paying the bills and can enjoy myself and us as a family more.

I know that you have a part time job but that pays for your things and some of our sons

Mistakes

Marrying you was a big mistake, I shouldn't have done it. Like you always used to say, we live like roommates, not husband and wife. We coexist, that's it. It is the typical situation too, decided to get married, got pregnant way too quick, and now I can't even leave you, since I would never see my kids again.

It's not that I don't like you, I or dislike you really. I just have no feelings left for you.

I wish I was strong enough to leave you.

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.