I really thought my husband was my soulmate. We liked the same music, we had identical taste in sports teams, and we even went to the same bar near my work. It was a match made in heaven. I’m not a young girl anymore, I thought this kind of connection only existed in movies, but here I was, in love.But, like all good things, our love atrophied. A few months ago, the conversations ran dry. We started having arguments. I began to worry that he didn’t respect my opinions. I began to suspect that he didn’t really think I was as beautiful as I thought I was. I began to suspect him of cheating.And isn’t the suspicion of cheating just as bad as cheating itself? A man doesn’t actually have to go out and fuck another woman to be a cheater – after all, what if he can’t find someone else? Men don’t have the access to sex that women do. If he could have cheated – if the option was available to him – that’s just as bad as actually cheating. My husband basically cheated on me by not respecting me.So one night, I told him I was having a girl’s night out with some friends, and I went out with a man I had met on IMDb called ITalkToYou.
I laughed, now Mark is calling me a cunt
We always knew she cheated on her husband! I'm such a hater I have nothing better to do