CONFESSIONAL

Scared the cancer is back. All I want for Christmas is to be able to see my kids grow up.

I'd be more impressed with your threats if you spelled them correctly!

Don't mind me, just obsessing over the 24yo we had a 3some with who ghosted us. I'm not even mad about the sex we won't have. He said he could get us free Shakespeare tix and that's my damn weakness. Come back baby and give me that sweet, sweet bard.

The only thing standing in the way of me & a divorce is figuring out how to supplement H's half of the income.

After your baby is a couple months old and the newness wears off, your friends and family stop checking on you and it feels pretty isolating.

Dh says hes tired of me complaining all the time and would like some appreciation. Im tired of me having to explain every little thing to him and having to ask him for basic human courtesies like picking up your dirty undies, stop playing with your balls

I absolutely should have died in a drunk driving accident when I was younger. How I didn't kill myself or someone else...I'll never know. Glad I got my shit together but always feel like karma will get me someday.

I don’t care that DW doesn’t do any preparing or “freshening up” for sex. I know I’m damn lucky to be getting any. I’m grateful/astounded that, after 30 yrs, 3 kids, 100 added lbs on me, lots of disappointments, and my BS, she still let’s me.

I find DW gorgeous but, damn if she doesn't argue with me EVERY time I compliment her. Makes me wonder what she knows that I don't.

The worst thing I ever did to someone was to marry a man just to get out of my parents' house.  He honestly loved me, but I just used him as a means to an end, and I divorced him a year later.  No one deserves to have their heart broken like I did to him.

I participate in a very very difficult workout several times a week for the sole purpose of getting to put my hands on a super hot guy there.

If it wasn’t for having good in-laws this time around, I’d leave DH. I’m tired of being fucked over.

My cat just climbed up me...no claw things. For attention. And almost rolled off the couch. Lol.

I suffered a bunch of setbacks all summer and fall and was on the verge of eviction with my 2 DC. Unexpectedly, FB contact I've never met Venmo'd me $1000 as thanks for all my activism for a shared cause. So grateful I can't stop crying.

I've never considered suicide. I think I'm just too narcissistic to want to off myself.

I swear to God I am going to rage hardcore if these fucking kids don't eat this shit I spent 40 minutes making

Currently all the load except making money falls on me, but I guess that’s not enough. I’m not enough.

I'm jealous AF of H's ability to just quit bad habits like it's NBD. He's quit cocain, alcohol, and cigarettes. No rehab, no patch, no gum. Either he's super human or I am an epic failure, cause I needed rehab & meetings & sponsors & shit.

I want to date but as a single parent it feels like it’s impossible. I’ve only had one guy in 11 years around my kid. I want companionship and intimacy is that too much to ask for. Being single is lonely.. especially when my kid leaves to go with her dad.

Someone I know but not close with is divorcing their husband. I wish I was her. I feel so happy for her but can't express it openly without drawing attention to my situation. I'm sorry

I’ve never been a fan of Elvis’s voice. Sure, he was cute when he was young but he was a creepy ass dude. Cannot like him or his music.

I miss having that spark with my husband. We don't speak to each other like we love each other. We dont touch each other like we love each other. We dont desire each other like we love each other. We do love each other though, just no spark.

I wonder what it’s like to be good at something. I suck at everything I’ve ever tried.

No Christmas bonus this year... now what to do?

I wish DH would help with bedtime routines. Maybe then he'd understand why you CAN'T WALK INTO THE TODDLER'S ROOM AND TURN ON A F#$&+*# TOY. Who gets to deal with the kid who is awake again and won't sleep and will be a TERROR tomorrow. Yeah, not DH.

I'm tired of hemorrhaging money this time of year, every year, trying to make the holidays magical for everyone.

I think my dog is awesome. She’s my pal. I like her better than most humans. Okay, all humans.

I think I’m being sabotaged at work. I’m scared that I’m going to be let or forced out. I can’t willingly leave because I’m pregnant and I won’t get maternity leave elsewhere.

I'm tired of lying to cover up going out with my friends. I'm not doing anything wrong, just want to hang with my gf's.

I quit my job(boss) without a new job lined up. I can’t let fear get in the way, I know I made the right choice.

I have a job interview tomorrow and I want more than anything for it to go well. DH tells me to spend money he earns because it's "ours", but I feel so guilty every time I see some thing I like because I feel I should buy it with money I earned.

Totally making a poppet out of the XH’s kilt, and the scrapbook of his HS achievements. Not sure how I will use it just yet.

It doesn't feel like Christmas time at all

Supposed to see him either tomorrow night or Thursday night and I have no idea what he wants or what I want.

Everyone I am close to is so anxious during the holidays. I get over a dozen calls a day for complete nonsense. Stop calling me to relieve your anxiety and get on some meds. Geez

I want sex. I want good sex. I want great sex. Pls just sex.

I hate my life.

I'm going to pretend that I didn't see the text from DD24 asking for money. A-fucking-gain.

I love my adult son but I don’t want to fucking live with him.

A friend told me about finding her husband's giant dildo in their bathroom sink. WHY would you tell me that????? I can no longer look either of them in the eyes.