Posted by Anonymous.

This all started 20 years ago I met a cocky big mouth extremely good looking guy that I had watched grow up before my eyes into a startling handsome man we dated a few times and I spent a lot of time at his parent’s house (where he lived at the time) me and his mom were best friend’s if you can believe that she always’ said me and her son would get married. And then thing’s would start to happen I guess I would get to clingy or I would run outta money and off he would go with someone older usually with her own house and she would support him and I would turn to whoever was available to fill the void I did it with my first marriage and I’m doing it with my second.

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Posted by Anonymous.

Its 11:23 p.m. I’ve spent all day, and most of the evening preparing for my son’s birthday. You joined me at the store only because you seen I had done my hair. God forbid anyone hit on me, right? It’s been five years, and I hate you. I utterly detest you. In fact, I hardly doubt I ever had any feelings other than resentment towards you.

You moved into my life swiftly those five years ago: pretending to be some knight in shining armor. You have amounted to nothing more than demonic. I care not for your “mental” problems, your upbringing, or your addictions. Everything that has gone wrong in your life has been someone else’s fault- but mainly, mine- even at times where I couldn’t have possibly been there and had any saying in your life- the fault has still yet… been mine.

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Posted By D.

Once again you were busted. The funny part is, I knew already. I knew her number where she lived and her name. All the while you thought I knew nothing at all. Do you really think I am that stupid? I guess you do, and that is a shame. I knew about her just like I knew about the others. And you only have yourself to blame. With your constant lies and attempts at deception. Did you not think I would see her number on the bill? And all the texts between you both? You denied and said you had no idea who was calling but yet you were on the phone with this person for hours at a time.

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Posted by Denise Kingsley (Pongratz).

I dropped the ball again.

I dropped the ball by not pursuing him for child support. The laws were different when we divorced in 84. If he was not working, which he conveniently did not, no support was ordered. Once I found out he was working, I started the legal ball rolling only to be buried in paperwork and depositions. I had to make the decision whether to continue the fight,or provide for my children. I chose to stop. I could not afford both.

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Posted by Anonymous.

Fertility treatment sucks. Why are so many women who don’t want a kid getting pregnant and I can’t? It is like a bad dream. Sex has become robotic and like a chore on my to do list. I don’t feel sexual at all! I never had so many dildo ultrasounds in my whole life. Every few days you get poked with a needle and open your legs. Every woman in the waiting room has a story and anticipation about her. Some woman bring their children while waiting for appointments and everyone stares as everyone knows that is what we are all seeking. People at work ask questions about when is the next baby on the way? So insensitive – I joke that maybe there will never be another baby, they laugh tell you not to worry and that just forget about it and then it will happen. Doh. I don’t think so.

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Posted by Anonymous.

A letter to everyone:

To my work wifey, I am sorry for what I am about to say… I would gladly sleep with your husband if given the chance. I never will, out of the fact that you’re married and you’re a great friend to me. But it does not help that there is an obvious mutual attraction that we have both admitted to.

To my fiancé, I am no longer in love with you and have not been for quite some time. You are a fantastic father, but a horrible partner.

To my daughter, I am sorry that I can’t be the mother you need me to be. Right now, you’re only two years old. You’re content to blow kisses and proudly show off the new body part you learned that day. But you’re so full of energy, and you want me to run around with you and I have nothing left to give you.

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Posted by Anonymous.

We started out as friends, talking for hours on the phone, until the sun came up – countless times.

Posted by Anonymous.

Sometimes I feel like if I don’t write, my head will explode. I don’t even have any privacy for that anymore. He checks my phone, my internet history, everything is suspect the moment I want a little privacy. I don’t have a blog either. No place to put all the words in my head, so they just circle the drain, maddeningly slowly, until they are gone.

I am so sad lately. Angry too. But the anger is at myself. I’m 39 years old. I should have known better than to find myself here, again. Why did I ever marry a man who doesn’t like me? Only a few months ago, in fact. And now I can see, he doesn’t like anything about me, nothing I do is good enough….certainly he certainly isn’t in love with me…. I have come to realize I simply can’t please him. He is never happy and always looking for something to criticize. No effort I ever make is good enough.

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Posted by Anonymous.

It started off as “one of those days” and it’s turning into “one of those weeks.” I’m happily married, or so I thought, I have a beautiful son who is about to turn a year old and a hard working husband. Just last week I found out that he’s been watching pornography.

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Posted by Anonymous.

I’m so sorry, but I’m utterly miserable here.