Love is a dog from hell
I’m not so sure anymore if I’m supposed to have one. I’m beginning to think that I don’t really want one. I don’t want to marry, I don’t want to live together. I don’t want to get in the same house with another living, breathing human for more than half an hour, and I especially don’t want to have a baby together.
I don’t know why, but this morning my first impulse was to start a new blog. It would be a fun, light-hearted, upbeat place where I can talk about everything from dogs, to cooking, to writing, and life in general. I don’t think I’ve had a conversation about a topic I don’t like to talk about in front of my husband in years. And then I thought, no, I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to share. I’m a private person, and I like it that way.
And then I thought, well, I’m tired of being a private person.
Maybe I’m just tired, but I’m sick of the way men treat women, of how people have been treating me since I was a little girl, of how life has treated me, of how I’ve treated myself. I’m tired of putting up with things that I can’t get away from, of going along with things that don’t make any sense. I’m tired of listening to my parents compln about their husbands, and the husbands compln about their wives. I’m tired of being a girl. I’m tired of being a wife. I’m tired of being a mom. I’m tired of being a girl, a wife, a mom, a woman. I’m tired of being a bitch. I’m tired of being a bitch, and I’m tired of trying to change.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever will. It’s been six months since I started working on my marriage, and we’ve had some great times together. I never knew that I could be so happy and carefree, so much in love. I’m so much happier now than I have been in a very, very long time. But as happy as I am, I have so many doubts about my marriage. I’m not even sure if I’m sure that I want to be married.
My husband is a wonderful man, and I love him dearly. We’ve been through so much together, and I just think we’ve reached the point where we should separate. That’s what we’re doing, and we’re going to see how it works out. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll move on.
My husband and I want to try to work things out, but I don’t think I want to make the same mistakes my parents made. My mom got divorced when I was ten years old, and she married my stepfather six months later. He was an alcoholic, and she couldn’t handle it. I’m not that desperate, and I won’t marry somebody who doesn’t want to be with me, but I’m not willing to just say goodbye, no matter how hard it is. I want it to be worth it.
But then I don’t want to be a woman anymore. I want to be a man. I want to stop acting like a girl, stop acting like my mom, and stop acting like a wife. I want to start acting like a man, and I want to be a man.
I’m not going to give up my life for a man. I’m tired of being a girl, I’m tired of being a wife, I’m tired of being a mom, I’m tired of being a woman. It’s time to be a man.
39 thoughts on “Love is a dog from hell”
I know what you mean. My mother left my dad when I was 11 and I never got over it. I can’t trust anyone for a long time and I’m almost 30. I’ve been through the divorce process twice, once with my husband and once with my first boyfriend. I’ve had a lot of bad relationships.
I’ve been there, done that. I’m the same person I was before. It doesn’t matter how good the new guy is because at the end of the day, he’s still a guy, he’s still a man. When I go back to the one I’m with, it’s almost like nothing has changed, but I feel like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can breathe agn.
I know what you mean, and if I could go back to the way things were, I would. There was always something about the guy that wasn’t right for me. Now that I’m older, I have more experience and I understand better than I did before. But the way I’ve been treated has made me bitter.
I wish things could be different, but if I get married, it’s only going to end in heartbreak. I’ve learned that I’m much better off being on my own.
I’ve been there. And it can’t be as hard as it sounds when you’re a single mom with a husband that drinks, has mental problems, and doesn’t work (I think he was in the Army but can’t remember). I ended up filing for divorce but was still living with him. It was a very hard decision to make but I made the