3 year anniversary come and gone

 May 22. Yesterday was our third wedding anniversary. I would not have expected to celebrate. I would not have expected anything. Because why? We've never celebrated an anniversary, not even the first year. In fact, Tuesday, you casually mentioned going to dinner and it alluded me to think you thought maybe it was our anniversary but nothing was ever said. Yesterday, Wednesday was our anniversary. Nothing was said nothing was mentioned. It was like any other day. And I guess that to be expected and maybe I wouldn't want any different because why in the world would we celebrate something when there is nothing to celebrate at all. I never imagined being married less than five years would be so awful 

Just a few weeks ago, you were looking up your favorite redheaded, sexy butts, thongs, soccer players. You know all those tight little asses love and look at social boards. Who knew Pinterest would be more than crafts and receipts! You are creative! Do you think I don't know that I know and even if you were smart enough to clear your search Algorithm shows you search for it's pretty helpful but the reality is you searched for it. This is not a marriage you were invested in. It is not one you've ever been willing to work and try to repair. 

I have mentioned I am filing divorce and I'm going to, my original plan was the spring. But I figured I would let you know and give it one more shot because I guess 3+ years isn't enough for you to show me you really want a true marriage or me. Don't get me wrong I don't doubt you want me because I come with a dog a cheap house a maid service, a buddy and all the other things you get that you would not get if we were not married. It's a pretty sweet deal. You can go out to pubs and pretend you don't go anywhere and pay for it on credit card that you don't think I know about when I'm out of town. I don't know why, I never cared if you go out so why jump hoops to hide it. You can sit in the garage or sit in your car or wherever and look up your favorite little tight asses. There is no there is no kisses. There is no holding hands. No nothing. I don't even recall our last kiss was when or where or how, or seeing each other naked.  We sleep in separate bedrooms and you don't even care you don't ask me to come back to the bedroom , you don't even try one. You don't love me. 

Happy 3rd anniversary because this will be our last one

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