Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wednesday

Last night... Nabal... So damn drunk them wanted to talk. Whenever I mentioned why I was done. (said exactly that way) I was accused of things that would really nullify what he'd just accused me of. I got another sob story about his childhood. I'm not harsh, but in 20 years of marriage he never breathed a word of any of this. The last time he did this was to derail a conversation about his cheating with Mary- I cried, I felt sorry, he continued to cheat. He told me when we got married I was sick in my head and after all his friends. Oh yeah, but since then I'd learned to control myself. Didn't let that rest a minute, asked for names and actions. He couldn't name a person or action. Just kept repeating that I was sick in the head. What a colossal ass! My defense: I worked as a carpenter for over 10 years, and not once did anyone refer to me as a flirt. I always had mostly male big brother friends. No playing around. And I told him. Crickets. He said he was a cirgin when we married. I called him on that and he sadly said they only loved him for his face and never were with them more than once. Really?! You just lied! We got to talk about separating. All along he'd stop and ask: could he see my boobs, could I give him some pussy, could I sleep with him. Ass!

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