Not one of these girl friends of yours can even ask how I am because I know they all hate me for my guts in standing up for myself back then. I will not forget the days when I used to receive anonymous hate letters from them taped on the windshield of my car, telling me that I should stay away from you, and that I am so white and pale or yellow-skinned, and that this girl "pet" of theirs is more fit to be with you.
I have endured so much, and then now that your high school batch is celebrating their nth year homecoming, all have resurrected once more, and I have seen your pictures with them in social media sites, you, posing too close for comfort with them, and one, even pressing her breasts on your chest.
Upon waking up this morning, I find that you are not at home -- and being a Saturday, I wonder where you are, and you have not even bothered to tell me before leaving about your whereabouts. I hate to be treated this way. I wish my parents left me with a house to call my own before they migrated to the States. I wish I joined them many years ago, rather than chose to finish up my studies here.
I hate that every time you see your friends, you have to kiss them all one by one, and that I can see in social media sites that even though most, if not all of you are married, you still manage to tease each and every one with old flames, sweethearts from the past, and that no one cares about how present/current wives or husbands would feel in case we would see those pictures. I HATE YOU, and all those who have been in and out of your life since high school and college.
I wish I married someone else who would treat me like a queen, someone who could give me what I need or want, even without telling. I envy most of my friends, whose husbands are fantastic ones. I hate when I see friends who brag on Facebook about how their husbands have bought them sweet things, or brought them out to wonderful places, or those who date their wives out every week.
I wish I married someone else. I don't have anyone else to talk to in this house except for my daughter who understands me, and who is my sounding board everyday. She is my only blessing. My son, is very busy with so many things school and out of school related, and he somehow tends to favor his dad more. Life is kind of fair in this area because at least, I have my daughter who shares the same sentiments with me. My daughter can see how her dad treats me like nothing in this house, and how he ignores me every time -- especially that he has put up a new and successful business, and his clients are numerous. My husband is like a chick magnet at times, and perhaps due to the fact that he is sweeter and kinder, and more thoughtful to other women, he tends to get all the women's attention.
I want to scream and post 'WANTED NEW HUSBAND". All I want and need is to be treated like a queen, is that too much to ask from a husband?
I've had so many readers in this blog, but I have not been read or left a message, by a husband. I wish too, that someday, a good husband could read this, and leave a comment that would enlighten me, and who would, tell me, from a man's point of view, that indeed, my husband is a big Fucktard.
If only I could bring back time, I would. I wish.... I wish.... I wish...
I told my daughter once, that when I die I will haunt my Fucktard and scare the wits out of him every night. I will torture him, and scare him until his hair falls off one by one.
The photo I used is one wish I intend to fufill no matter what.
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Thank you, Mariel Clayton, for the photo I used.
