This is a joke text right?

 FINALLY, after many texts about serious issues. You know, because you are unwilling, incapable or abusive with emotional withdraw to have grown up conversation....you responded to a text. This is a rarity as typically you NEVER respond. You have in fact stated you don't even read my long messages as they are "Rages". But I got a response yesterday when it was you going to the Troll place with coworkers. You invited me to go, normally I would have jumped to go, but I'm not pretending to be something we are not in your disillusion world in front of coworkers, so I told you I was sad, I told you you don't have to wear your ring, you are free. I didn't ask if you loved me, for I believe in your own way you do.  I responded to you probably 6-8 times and always deleted. What the point I told myself. It doesn't matter anyways. Nothing will change. Your text was fucking comical, yet heartbreaking, maybe a lie, maybe not. I honestly have no fucking idea, but here it is....


I believe you do love me. The only way you can.  

More than anything?? Now that's fucking interesting....let's see....

Do you love me more than....

Alcohol? No.   When we first reunited, you know my x was a alcoholic and you knew I was maybe more sensitive to drinkers probably than most. Yet most nights after we got to know each other better, you had a buzz on. EVERY FUCKING DAY after you worked and we were on the phone, I heard the "DING" at the convince store.  I was always, ALWAYS honest about my feelings, concerns and even told you if this is your normal, we won't work.  You stated "I only drink this much now because of boredom living alone" I straight up asked you....how much is your "normal".... you stated that normal for you would be "A couple beers a week after work". My dumbass believed you to be true. My fault. 

Now...you have charge cards maxed out with 90% beer gas station stops. Own it. It's a fact. Your personal bank account, more of the same. You drink before you come home from work, you go out after I've left for beer. You hide it. OWN IT.  You love Beer more than me.

Porn? No.  Instead of having a healthy sex life, or working towards it.  Whether it's intimate snuggles, touching, kissing, figuring out how to overcome health obstacles that prevent sex. You don't try anything. But you never gave up porn. Fuck....you even screenshot the shit, save it, delete it.  But I've seen it many times. OWN IT

Little bouncing butt 20 year old girls?  NO . FUCK....we were only dating while you followed woman in Home Depot taking pics of there asses. What sick fuck does that?  You lied about it, and I was dumb enough to believe you.  You continued after our marriage with Hostesses on what you called out honeymoon (thank you btw, maybe you thought of her while you were fucking me that night) and woman at the convenience store while you waited to buy your beer.   From REELS on FB, twitter, snapchat, one of your faves.......YouTube shorts....You love this more than me. For sure. NOW...we are all human and in a healthy relationship, people look, no harm no foul. But only sick fucks save pics to phone. And disloyal thrive on looking at others.  And btw...your body is not a cover magazine. Nor is mine, but I have no issues with men looking at me. Just not you.

Some recent faves...



 


So many variations, but all the same bouncy size 6 ass on a 20 year old.  Enjoy.  and Fuck you.

Phone?  NO.... Lord do you love your apendage. Afterall , it's your gateway to your faves....porn, girls.  Also Games......  You'd die without your phone. But you can't even respond to my messages.  I wonder if you reply to Ambers? I don't know.  Maybe that's my brain. but you love your phone , your games more than me.

Cigarettes? I knew this when we met, when we reunited so...your health not mine and this one don't bug me. 

You love your life...home, dog, having me as your maid to do your fucking laundry, clean the house, pay the bills, be your companion. Long as I don't discuss:

My feelings

My concerns

Ask you quetions

Disagree

Turn my head.


When you love someone more than "anything", you don't jeopardize your relationship. You say sorry, you fix what needs fixed. You don't look at others and turn from your spouse. You don't push them off beds and physically hurt them. Yes I pushed you, that's not equal force. You went above and beyond and you stated it was my fault. I deserved it. When you love someone more than anything, you communicate, you want to be right with them, you love them. You have taken away all forms of intimacy, hugs, real kisses, all of it, every fucking aspect of physical love. You took it away, by choice. And now you toss me cheek kisses like I'm your pet. I've asked your to stop.  You don't love me more than anything, you love your "life" more than anything and as long as I sit back and do as you wish and put on a image and don't ask, question, talk , you are happy and love your life more than anything. Don't mistake that for loving ME more than anything.

I responded in a FB group to someones post when they said "I wish she loved me, told me she loved me" I said me too.  Someone started engaging in my comment, but his final comment was bullseye......

Reggie Powell

Angie Tucker Yeah from a man's point of view, that is definitely fantasy world action. By that I mean he is definitely refusing to look at himself in the mirror and, as a result, remains in a fantasy world. I'm sure I'm not giving you any news here but the point I would like to make to you is you should not lose any sleep over the "was it my fault", or "maybe there was something I could of done" conversations because this one was/is clearly and obviously him.
The reason you shouldn't lose any sleep is because men like that in relationships are worse than immature children. This is because immature children can be made to face what they are doing. If a man sees his queen "wanting to talk about something on her mind" as an issue, that says 1.he doesn't care enough about her feelings to want to ease them, and 2. he's not ready to admit anything about himself. Both are deadly to a marriage.
And as far as those little kisses, point blank him at the exact time... "Why did you just do that"? If the answer is in any way towards his love for you... "Why don't you love me enough to care about when something's bothering me? How much do you THINK you love me? Why do you obviously only love me enough to give me pathetic little kisses, yet think I'm the problem?" Or something like that.
But back to my original point, if a man is not yet ready to be a REAL man and hear something about himself or ease the troubled mind of his queen, there is no way he can carry his load in a successful marriage. So please rest assured there was/is nothing you can do until the maturity of a person like that matches their chronological age. Praying for you ma'am.🙏

You blew up my life to complete yours. You lied to me to get me.  You have betrayed me, hurt me. and crushed me.

But mark my word.  A real man that loves me is in my future.  For you were a lesson in my life what to never fucking settle for.

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