Life sucks | stukntherut's Blog

My husband isn't home.  Where is he?  I don't ask.  He gets up in the morning, comes in my room to grab some clothes, then leaves.  He doesn't run water- no shower or teeth brushing, so he has someplace.

My father was an asshole too.  He went on a missionary trip to build a church in the south and decided to stay extra long.  He didn't want to come back to his family.  I unpacked his suitcase and found love notes.  He told us he found someone he loved.  She came up for a visit.  At the time my Mother was consistently sleeping on the couch.  She had to sleep in the same bed with my father while his hussy was on my Mom's couch.  She never left the room.  I don't blame her one bit.

Why is it that men are so damn cruel???  My Mother stayed for over 26 years.  When she finally divorced him, he remarried within the month.  They sold the house and he moved a street over with his new wife who talks about there future.  Her vacation house now.  My Mom lived in hell all those years and she's tossed to the side with nothing.  My father is constantly spending a month at a time visiting the new wife's children and grandchildren while I get a phone call every 2 or 3 years to ease what little guilt he has. 

So I married my father.  I've finally stopped trying to keep things going and my husband doesn't care.  Why do they string us along like this??  He has told me he does care but he doesn't know how to show it.  He does want to talk to me he just doesn't know what to say.  Loser I am to let it go this long-16 years and counting.

I hate men- I hate my life