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Dear husband,

Why can't we be nice to each other for even one day out of the year? Why can't we just get along for 24 hours? It's christmas, why do we have to fight?

It would hurt less if you actually hit me with your fists. Your harsh words and lack of caring cut me far deeper than a slap in the face ever could.


All the love I have left,

Your wife.

Dec. 13th, 2008

Dear husband,

It is no secret, unless anyone we know has been living under a rock, that you were promoted to Sergeant.

So WHY is it necessary for you to buy 34532542354646564546154614523568976 Sergeant ranks for your uniform? Hmmmm?

I know the stripes on this one weren't thick enough, and the stripes on that one looked weird, and that one just looked like crap... but you only need ONE rank patch for your ACUs. Please consider this when you are promoted to Staff Sergeant in a year. I am very tired of velcro rank patches popping up all over this house while I clean. It's extremely annoying to think that you may have shorted clothing and sales of all their Sergeant rank because you're so damn picky about how it looks. As long as you have 3 stripes on your chest, people are going to KNOW you are a Sergeant.

If you bring home another package of said stripes, I am going to incinerate them.

Sincerely,
Your loving wife.
Greetings Husband,

Thanks for the nice dutch-oven fart last night.

f*cker.

Your lovely wife,
kiki
Dear Hubby,

Before I met you, I was worried about marrying someone my own age, because of how often I'd heard "You'll both grow up and you won't be the same person you were at 18, you'll grow apart." When I met you, I scoffed at this advice, thinking that because of the age difference, it would be ok. I thought surely, you were nearly in your 30s, you'd done your growing and that it would be fine.

One of the things I loved about you was your sense of humour and how readily you made me laugh. But we've been together almost 3 years now. I find your jokes pointless and repetitive, and nothing frustrates me more than your complete inability to pay attention to a serious conversation. When I'm trying to ask you about things which are important to our lives, and all you can respond with is either 'squirrel' or 'fish,' it frustrates me.

I used to think you were funny and spontaneous. Now I'm realizing you're just incredibly neurotic, and you've been heavily spoiled by the fact that you moved in with me only two months after moving out of your mother's house. I thought we wanted the same things, and now I am realizing that we have almost nothing in common anymore. You don't want any of the same things I want, and more than that, you can't even understand WHY I want them. And above that, you don't want to know.

You're selfish and you don't care that I'm unhappy. You say you care, but we've been married almost 2 years now and what effort have you made? What have you done to try to make me happy? Have you even noticed how unhappy I am? I've told you, repeatedly, exactly what I'm unhappy with and exactly what EASY things you could do to make a huge difference to my life. But that would mean trying, wouldn't it?

What really hurts me is that you're just so lazy about our relationship. You won't fight to save me. I bet if I tried to leave you'd just let me walk out the door. God knows that the times I've threatened to leave you haven't even seemed to care. How I feel now is a world away from how I felt 3 years ago, and I don't understand how this happened. All I can think of is that I've grown up, and you still haven't. I don't know why I'm still with you.

Love??
Your long-suffering wife

Dear Steve,

Me asking you to clean the turtle tank is not me being a nag. YOU bought the turtle, YOU convinced me it was a good idea to spend so much money setting the damn thing up, YOU are home all day, and YOU are stronger than I am. I shouldn't have to ask for 2 weeks to have it be cleaned, and for someone who cares so much about animals, you would think giving your turtle a clean and healthy living environment would be important. Also, when I asked you to clean the tank, I (obviously) meant CLEANING the entire tank. Taking Toby out, putting him outside in a pool in the sun, removing all the rocks, washing everything and completely changing the water. NOT taking some old water out and replacing it with new water. We've had the turtle for almost a year, and I can count how many times you've cleaned his tank on one hand. When I was the one home all day, I cleaned the tank every week, with a complete cleaning every 2. I don't think it's too much to ask since it's either clean the turtle tank or watch another episode of Home Improvement that you've seen 100 times.


Also, please stop using my toothbrush and deodorant, it creeps me out and leaves me none.

Signed,

Your fairly annoyed wife.
I don't like you. Hell, I don't even love you. You make me sick to my stomach and I feel like you don't give a damn about anything. Either that or you're incredibly oblivious to your surroundings. I wish you would just move back home and out of my life forever.

It tears my heart to shreds to be pregnant with your child and despise you so much at the same time. In the mornings, I wake with dread, because I know you'll be there when I roll over.

You are the biggest mistake of my life. How I wish I could turn back time.

And shame on me for not realizing this before I jumped all the way. You gave me all the signs and I ignored them, like some damn fairy tale princess in love.

We've been married for two months now, and there's not one day I can think of that I've been thankful for that.

You make me hate myself.
To my dear husband,

Its hard to believe we have been married for two weeks already. You are the sweetest thing and I'm so happy to call you hubby. I love you very much- thank you for your constant encouragement, support, and love (even when I have been unemployed for a month) 

Love you to the moon,
your wife. 
Darling husband,

We have been over this many times before. I am willing to iron your shirts for you, given the proper notice. Telling me at any point past 9pm that you need them for tomorrow is NOT proper notice.

So, while I do appreciate your need for clean ironed shirts, 12:30 in the morning when you are finally staggering to work is NOT the appropriate time to ask. The expression on your face when I laughed at you was rather precious, but still not going to get me out of bed to do the ironing.

Next time, remember to ask me at a normal time.

Lots of love,
Me.

I don't know if this is allowed, x-posted

{ Mods, if this is not allowed, please let me know so I can delete. I promise this isn't random spam though }


I am dealing with a pretty stressful situation with my husband right now, and as I was searching through livejournal, I wasn't coming up with any communities that seemed helpful. So I decided to create one.

addictedpartner is a community I created just tonight to give myself (and hopefully others) a place to talk about their spouse's addiction.

For me personally, it effects everything about my day to day life, and I don't feel like there are many people I can share that with. I really need a place to do that, and people to do it with.

If you are involved (romantically) with someone who has an addiction, please join.


Thanks so much for letting me post this here.
Dear husband of mine,

I wanted to firstly thank you for not doing any of the housework you promised you'd do. Thank you for going above and beyond by even neglecting the chores that you're always expected to do so that I have to do your share and mine. Thank you for leaving everything to me, though I've had one day off and you've had three.

I also wanted to thank you for making me feel completely invisible, and spending all your waking hours with your new Ps3. I love falling asleep in bed by myself while you try to reach your next promotion on Assassin's Creed.

And most of all, I want to thank you for getting stroppy and defensive when I joked about throwing the Ps3 out the window. Thank you for once again showing more love to your electronics than you do to me. You know how that thrills me.

Signed,

Your loving wife.