Wednesday, July 21, 2010
a little bit upset.
I'm a little bit angry. Last night the wife called me and told me about a date she went on. Although she says she's not dating. It was a disaster, and she thought it was funny so she told me about it. I wasn't sure how to respond. I said I was confused and then told her I was hurt and angry. She didn't respond well. She shut down and got all quiet, and I had to spend 10 minutes convincing her I was ok. I was ok too. Today I'm texting her while I'm at work and I find I'm angry about it. How the fuck can she put hickies on me, and 2 days later go on a date. Once again I'm reminded of her and her best friends lack of maturity. Little fucking girls playing at being women. This is why I don't want her. This is why our marriage didn't work. Why the fuck is she dating already. Why the fuck does she think that's ok? The fucker showed up on a motorcycle. The thought of her legs wrapped around him riding that bike makes me see red. I really want to kill something. Why the fuck does she still affect me like this. She's been hanging out with these douchbags a lot recently. I'm sure that has a lot to do with her stupid best friend. Her best friend spends all her time being a cock tease and then doesn't understand why people look at her a certain way. That immaturity rubs off on the wife. I really think its her fault the wife is dating already. That's what it is whatever you want to call it. If you think this dude wasn't trying to get in her pants you're a moron. God id love to kick his ass. Any ways last nigght I told the wife that I was hurt and angry.. I did that because its true, but also because it seemed like she wanted to gauge my level of jealousy. It seemed to me like she wanted to know it still upsets me. It does. you leave me because you can't deal with being in a relationship, and want to be single, then you start dating. Anyways I'm doing the right thing today and writing it in my blog rather than texting her and telling her. God I wish I had his address. Id break his fucking kneecaps.
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