I've had sex with my boyfriend 99% of the time he's wanted it. I've also told him tons of times I need foreplay. Does he listen? He says he'll try. He doesn't. Just rubs his dick on me, gets hard, then we have sex. The other way he does it is to lay there, I stroke him, we have sex. This is going to be the end of our relationship. He was rubbing on me last night and got pissed because I wouldn't do anything. He walked out in a huff. Oh well. I even pleasure him after sex by massaging him and rubbing my body on him. He loves it. I'm tired of pleasing him.

My ears are lopsided (one's higher on my head than the other one), I have a weird mole on my ribcage that I kind of love and I have very large and (from what people tell me) very pretty turquoise eyes. I do crossword puzzles every night to wind down after work and I probably talk maybe a bit too much sometimes.

Time to start working on my exit plan. I've complained here numerous times here (thanks for listening!. The work culture will ever improve. An honest nonprofit with a mission I love, but we'll always be underpaid, overworked, scrappy, etc.

I was with my dh for 30 years before he decided he didn't want to be married anymore, and we're still amicable. (He didn't leave me for anyone and said he'll never remarry). We had a great marriage and partnership which felt like teamwork raising our little family and pets together and everything that went along with being in a marriage... the fun times, the hard times, good and the bad, extended family, maintaining our home, vacations, celebrations, etc. I loved being married and wish I still were. And the only reason I'll never remarry is because I never want to go through a divorce again. And you can't guarantee that it won't happen. I've read here more than once someone saying, "do it right the first time". That's ridiculous and laughable. There's absolutely no way to make sure a relationship is bulletproof. I would have wagered mine was.

Why the hell would you schedule a WEEKLY hair appointment on a weekday when you have to work? YOU HAVE A JOB! If you don't LIKE having a job, then for the love of everything holy, please QUIT so we can get someone who can reach the top drawer of the filing cabinet without throwing out their shoulder. Also who the fuck goes to get their hair done weekly? Oh right, nevermind. I don't care, I'm not rescheduling my fucking appointment. ONE appointment I want to go to, and I'm not rescheduling it. You've had 739 appointments already this year it seems like. And you're late at least twice a week. SICK OF YOU!

I would also venture to say that not everyone is cut out for being married. I know I'm probably not. I mean, I get along OK with DH and all, but I think I'd just be happier without anyone living with me other than my pets. I just don't think "true love" is as romantic as people make it out to be, I suppose. I actually think I would've made a pretty good hermitic monk or nun of some sort. I wish society wouldn't preach so hard that marriage is for everyone.

I love my DH. I really do. But why in the hell does he suck at grilling meat? I’m on low carb and he eats what he wants. So he wanted to grill burgers. I’ve asked him hundreds of times to not smash them down or incinerate them. He has such a fear of seeing bloody meat that he cooks the taste out of it, but every freaking time he promises he won’t. Tonight he brought in black burgers that were gray on he inside. Told me he cooked mine on the ‘cool’ side. I called BS. He had a full meal with Mac and cheese, slaw and those burned burgers. I had cottage cheese and sliced tomatoes. I will not do the grilling myself. I’m sick of doing stuff because he’s inept. And I’m hangry!

My dad was the best man I have ever known. He never ever got upset with us for anything, he worked his ass off to provide for me, my siblings, and my mom. We never went without, we always had excess. He helped other people to the point that he was taken advantage of many times and he always let them do it. He approached everything with a heart full of kindness. He talked constantly, laughed generously, and gave from the absolute bottom of his heart to everyone. He was as close to perfect as you can get, I really believe that. And he loved chocolate BlueBell ice cream and he drank gallons of coffee. I will miss him every day that I have to continue living without him. The void of his absence will never be filled. Thank you all for your sympathies and hugs from my last post.

I lost my daddy today. I regret not seeing him more over the last year. I regret not making more of the opportunities he worked to provide me that I squandered. I regret not calling him to tell him I love him. I regret so much. I thought he would live forever. I miss him so much already.

I'm reading these confessions and I'm like WTF are men even for? Remember on the old Truu, when we used to joke that the day after Valentine's Day was Steak and Blowjob Day, like I get when I want and then you get what you want? Like that was cute and funny? Did any of us ever get what we wanted though? Because now I don't care what he wants. I just want him to leave me alone and go away. Marriage is bullshit, and I'm married to one of the "good ones." If I could go back in a time machine I would skip marriage and LOVE MYSELF!