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About Me
- someoneswife
- Somewhere in the Midwest, United States
- I am 36 years old and have three children, one hubby, and one Honey. I am always standing on the very edge of sanity, and I write here to vent so that I do not fall over the edge and into the abyss.
4 comments:
its amazing what a voice will do for you
SSSSOOOOO....... Now I know why I am not allowed to read, or be in the room when you are on the computer. Tommy has a lot of integrity let me tell you. I have never been the best husband, this is true, I have made huge mistakes. If this is how you really feel, get fucking lost! You make sure I am broke all the time, and control all the money. I ahve my hobbies, because they don't complain about ebert little thing I do. Take my money and go. Make sure all your little fucking internet toads know you have left so you can be with the "Honey", and attend your wedding. Your no better than your brother in law. Except there is no sex. The desire is there, but pyhsically it is impossible at this point. get your tubes fixed and have some kids with him. I keep Casey. Tell Tommy I said Hi. and FUCK OFF. by the way, this is the first imte I have been here. I have respected your wishes to stay away. When a friend from my modeling forums tells me about my wifes blog, I'm going to look.
Jimmie (Friend, tfchopper),
You are right, should I read something into that? Lmao.
Faithful readers,
I will not respnd to the comment left by the hubby here. What I will say is that he was very drunk, and he waited for almost another two hours after posting this comment, to come and drag me out of bed by my hair. He punched me in the head and face. He kicked my legs with his boots. He woke up my nine year old daughter, and made her read my blog. He called Tommy's house and dumped details of my relationship with Tommy onto Tommy's daughter's lap. He told my children that I am a whore. He smashed my cell phone, and my computer. He behaved like a three year old who is told that someone will be taking away his favorite plaything. Because when you come down to it, that is what I am to him. He does not want me, but the thought of someone else having me is too much to bear. I want more than that. I want...I want...I want...
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