Husband: “I would want to spend the night on the couch to move our things.”
Me: “I would want sex or cuddles. Don’t spend the night.” I didn’t think I could take his presence near me, was rather hoping he wouldn’t spend the night.
Husband: “Fuck no, I’m not having sex with you.”
….”we should FaceTime.”
…As he masturbates: “I miss you. We just need to see each other”
….”Let’s have sex, we’re so good together”
…”I’m coming there a weekend early”
…”Let’s come up with a list of things we haven’t done before and do them.”
I asked why we should do new things with each other considering that we’re divorcing.
“Because we love and trust each other. Who else do you love and trust like me?”
He has a point…but he also has a girlfriend that he left me for. I demand condoms.
“Fuck no, no condoms.”
That’s up for debate between the two of us, and yet we still come up with a list for a weekend that he is coming early, a weekend he will be lying to his girlfriend about his whereabouts.
I have now become the other woman to my own husband.
Face fucking and sitting on face (more roughly than ever before)
*Wicked Wednesday is about choices, and I haven’t made smart decisions when it comes to my ex husband. I have changed from someone I respected to someone who is weak, desperately and unrealistically hopeful, and makes continuously poor choices. Posting this is another example, but I am far from perfect and not all stories are happy. I am responsible for every single bad decision that I have made, and I alone am accountable.
Just this weekend, my trust was betrayed in such an immature and deeply personal way from someone I was still protecting, loving, and unrealistically still viewing as a friend. I am tired of being stalked, harassed, and involved in things that I have no desire to be in. I am letting go of all other writings in the hopes that finally, finally, I will be left alone from the negativity.
I’m ready to climb out of this rabbit hole.