I'm tired of being walked on and made to feel it was my fault. I get it, nice guys finish last.. but fuckk. what happened to karma? what happened to being a good person and life working out? i'm tired of it.

i'm tired of being a scapegoat in my marriage. I married young and thought surely things would work, my parents were together until my father passed away. Divorce wasn't even a feasible option because marriage just worked if you loved each other.

three years and i may be proved wrong. i'm not paying all our bills and playing sociable wife and i'm not having sex because you do or don't feel like it. i'm not being the only responsible one and being the 'downer' because of it. i'm 24 years old and i hold my shit together. i work full time, will be finished paying off my car in january 2010, help with my moms business, take care of all our household finances and just try and hold it together.

somewhere along the line. my trying became too little too late. and his trying never even began. somewhere my compromises became useless because i didn't enjoy doing them as thoroughly as he did. and because of that he never compromised with me.

my friends became fewer and fewer. my family and i spoke less and less and now more. my coworkers pity me and it's all i can do.

this year. I AM ENOUGH.

Introduction to humiliation

Actually upon recollection this happened in a family trip to massachusetts. Basically my absolute fiery puerto rican mother who suffers from the napolean complex got into it with a desk woman at one of those DZ places. It was over getting more money from the car and leaving us inside for a minute..our car was riggght outside.. She said no, my mom started getting lit. So anyhow she cursed and we got kicked out. But not before we used all our tokens got prizes and a refund.

Sweet. Thanks mom.

love that crazy lady for life for real xx

if only i was dear abby or rather dear savage love.

hmmph. i met my husband almost three years ago backpacking in england with my than best friend. while it wasn't love at first site it was definately lust. lust is what brought me back to england a second time. sex brought him to orlando. and sex and marriage kept us together.

sadly, the internet was the intermediate. it transported our lewd messages written in a high stupor to each other. it allowed us to edit and re edit and take down and delete pictures until only our most beautiful were shown to each other. it created a safe barrier for a quiet shy spic like me, to creep on an utterly handsome english boy.

the phone is great i suppose. but i've never been too keen on talking on the phone. sarcastic humour doesn't seem to translate well between oceans and accents and slang. and phone sex is much harder and embarressing than one would think. especially if you have room mates or family who want to pick up the phone during conversations.

as for any long distance love birds out there... keep the sex astounding. like beyond believable, gasping for minutes afterwards. the sex where you lay in bed panting and shaking for five minutes unable to talk. if you can have sex like that when your together, you'll keep holding out for each other and ridiculous sex again.

seriously.