This could happen to you.
Kevin quickly put on his socks and shoes while searching the living room for his cell phone. Meanwhile, seated nearby on the couch was his wife, Annette, acting as if she were watching the television, but furtively peeking at her husband when he would turn away from her. They hadn’t been on good terms for a week and two days, going about their days as if the other does not exist. They both had a feeling that they were in the last days, or possibly weeks of their marriage, as counseling and individual therapy seemed to only make matters worse. Annette rolled her eyes and prepared to speak to her husband for the first time since their heated argument.
“Where are you going?” she asked as if she really did not care. “It’s ten at night.”
Kevin paused in his movement to conjure up an acceptable answer, telling her how spending time at the twenty-four hour hardware store was somewhat therapeutic for him, but there was not a store for miles that would be open that late. The truth was all over his face, and he knew it, often looking away from his wife, as if she would be able to read his mind through his lying eyes. Continue Reading
This is what comes from my brain when i don’t get enough sleep. lol.
Triangle Love Story
One of the biggest issues my wife and I had was with communication. After six years of being married, i could now look in her eyes and know that there was something going on in her head that she did not feel comfortable talking about. Other than that, i always felt as if there was no problem, and everything between us was fine. That is until I found and read through her diary.
There are times in a marriage when a man should question if he truly knows his wife. I didn’t know her until i found the book, hidden under our mattress, on her side of the bed. When reading through it, I realized, not only had I not been so attentive to her lately, but i had become comfortable with her being in my life, that we no longer did things that were entertaining for us. We both just became accustomed to going to work, coming home, chit-chatting and going to bed. This was our daily routine, but I guess I was the only one that was comfortable with living that way. I didn’t know that it bothered her, but then again, it’s been years since my wife and I really sat down and had a long deep conversation. Now that i think of it, We hadn’t gone out and had fun in three long years. She also vents about that on the pages in her diary. Just as I began to feel sorry for how bad I’ve neglected and ignored my wife, I then found out about Glenn. Continue Reading
A man walks into a Sexaholics Anonymous meeting, not to get help, but to find someone just as horny as he was. So he scouts the group and finds this ridiculously hot nympho chick, who seemed to be subdued at the time, but once he got to know her, turned into this sexual firecracker, much to his liking.
Anyways, they both were involved in lousy miserable marriages, but that didn’t stop them from fucking each others brains out for hours on end, at almost every cheap motel in Los Angeles. They’d go at it for hours, sometimes, the entire day. The guy thought that it was a match made in heaven, finally, after so many failed relationships and his boring sexless marriage, he had finally met someone who not only understood him, but satisfied him sexually, as he always wanted, and needed. Continue Reading
“I wrote this three months ago, on a night where i was extremely tired but didn’t want to go to sleep, waiting for one of my favorite television shows to come on Adult Swim. lol. I don’t know where the idea came from, but i feel like something influenced me to write this, I just cant remember what it was. Anyways, it’s all free-writing, so i apologize for any mistakes. Do enjoy.”
He came through those hospital doors dressed in nothing but a robe and slippers. They say that police found him walking naked on the side of the road. They picked him up and brought him to the precinct for questioning. He told them that he was not of this world, and that he had come here for a purpose that he could not explain. That was enough for him to label him as a lunatic and ship him off here to the nut house.
He was a handsome young fella, the women patients sure thought so. He was a white guy, in his mid thirties. They stamped him as a John Doe and stuck him with Doctor Greene. Anyone on Unit B knows that Doctor Greene is less talk, more meds. He immediately put the guy on three different meds. I know for a fact that he was Zemiaphine, and that stuff will turn any man into a zombie. John didn’t talk much, that is until he smartened up and began stuffing the pills into his mattress. I was one of the first guys that he spoke to, nobody believes me when I tell them that.
He would often tell me how he just wanted to help people. He said that we didn’t know how to treat each other or the environment that gives so much to us. I opened up to the guy, more than I did my own wife or therapist. He was the only person ive ever met that never pointed a finger at me and judged me for my flaws and shortcomings. I wish there were more people like him, the world would be a much better place.