"I didn’t enjoy it. It wasn’t like the love making we have. I was so nervous and disgusted with myself, I couldn’t enjoy it. It was just shallow, meaningless ungratifying sex that made me really appreciate what WE have"
(So I went back 15 times for more)
"It’s not what you think!"
(No, it’s actually worse. Thank God you don’t have a f-ing clue)
"It was just a terrible mistake"
(Actually, I’ve been fantasizing about this for years then put my methodical diabolical plan, consisting of literally thousands of well considered decisions followed through with very deliberate actions, into play, then reassessed and doubled down on those actions, many times)
"It was just impulsive drunken quicky sex"
(Aaand many ILYs, comparisons, shit talking you, denigrating comments of you, pillow talk about future plans and mutual dreams in between sexual marathons that cover every chapter of the Kama Sutra)
"We began growing apart…I didn’t think you cared anymore…became roommates"
(Because I’ve been slowly and progressively poisoning the well of this marriage with my porn addiction, extramarital thoughts, preoccupation with AP, fleecing, siphoning, rationing or outright deprivation of intimacy, disenfranchisement, estrangement, deterioration of devotion, distraction, resentment of you)
“You insecure SOB! I can’t believe you got into my phone! That’s just pathetic. You need to get help”
(FUCK! I’ve been totally made! I don’t have time for this. I’m not in the mood for this shit. This is gonna really suck. Weekend get-away with AP is ruined. I had the perfect gig going-fuck! That nosy little insecure bitch/bastard has ruined everything! )
“I’ve told you everything there is to tell. How many times we going to cover this?”
(I’m only going to tell you what you can prove, already know, what you want to hear. The rest of this totally depraved shit I’m taking to my absolute grave. If you knew the half of it you’d light me on fire…God, I need to get help.)
[This message edited by RealityBlows at 7:41 PM, Wednesday, August 24th]