My husband and I are polygamists. Not the super-religious, perverted polygamists who live on compounds and abuse minors—just the opposite. We’re just normal people who happen to be looking for a girlfriend. If we say anything, we could lose our jobs, our friends and our families. We can only be our true selves in secret and I cry to think that we will have to live this way for the rest of our lives.
Sometimes, I really don’t like my husband. I suppose I love him, but sometimes I just don’t. Is this normal? I don’t get it when I see couples all happy and lovey dovey all the time. Really? Is that what I’m supposed to be like all the fucking time?
I eloped with a man I’ve known for two months. I haven’t told my family yet.
I want kids. My husband doesn’t. He thinks I’m on birth control. I’m not.
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I want a baby because I think it will keep my marriage together. I know that’s the wrong reason, but I don’t feel strong enough to live on my own.
I had an affair that started two weeks before I got married and lasted for two years.
When making love to my husband, I often think of Richard Simmons.
I can log into my husband ex-girlfriends email. And I read her emails on a regular basis. I have no idea who this girl is but her life in emails fascinates me. I know her password only because I know the name of her dead dog since my husband once told me.
For April Fool’s today, I told my husband that I was pregnant. He got really excited and then I had to tell him that I was just kidding.
