Hi, I’m Joe. (of course that is not my real name.)
My wife is a bitch. I stated this site to moan and groan about my wife. Right now. My wife and I are separated together, but she is still a bitch.
I want you guys to comment on my site and get out your frustration. You don’t have to keep it clean. Be as nasty as you want to be. I’m sick of keeping quiet. I’m using this site to let it all out.
Thanks guys
For the gals, if you want to comment go right ahead too. I don’t discriminate. It’s all good.
Love people that love to vent.
My wife takes five pills per day for her “mental health” issues. Living with her is a goddamn hell. I clean the house, wash the dishes, scrub the floor, clean and shine the toilet, pay the mortgage and the bills, draw a full retirement pension (with beneifits) after 30 years with General Motors, went back to school and earned a B.A. in Mathematics and became a teacher, and took a full-time job to pay the bills, and she still treats me like a piece of shit. I’m seeing a lawyer tomorrow and I’m bailing. i can’t stand it anymore. I used to weigh 330 lbs, but I lost 163 lbs and look like I did in high school. I look great and women tell me I’m hotter than George Clooney; I can’t figure out why I continue to take her shit. We have no kids,but we do own a house together. I am also on Xanax and valium so I can get a night’s sleep. I teach at an alternative high school and the kids are fucking brats. It takes all the patience I can muster to stay calm during the day. I used to teach K-12 public, but now I teach for a privatized company that pays shit and I work with 3 women in a co-taught classroom. Two of them are total morons and make each day worse than the last. Yep, just like Office Space: Each day I go to work is the worst day of my life. My vices are Vicodin and wine. I get up, feed the cats (I love those little guys), make coffee and pop a couple of Vikes while I watch the morning news. Its the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. When I get home, I pour a glass of Sweet Red wine (10% alcohol by volume) and sink into the couch until the bitch arrives. If she’s already home (she is a Ph.D student and doesn’t have a regular type job) then I don’t even have that. She bitches about my drinking even though I just sit and keep my mouth shut. She’s into accupuncture, gluten-free diet, vegetarianism, etc. She believes in all kinds of shit except helping me pay our bills. Our sex life is non-existent; I love fucking escorts!!! The bitch weighs over 210 lbs and is 5’8.” I think she’s pretty, but her ass is wider than my snowblower!!! I put myself in therapy at her request, went to see her therapist with her at her request, and I’m agreeing to pretty much everything she says. I haven’t started taking SSRI’s (Cymbalta) even though a personality test showed I suffer from some kind of depressive disorder. I’m thinking about telling everybody, including my psychologist, to shove it up their ass and get the fuck out!!!! I’d like to shack up with a 22 year-old and fuck her every which I can. I’m 54, but I have a great bod, big dick, and lots of stamina since I lost all the weight with NO loose skin!!! Jesus Christ!!! I don’t have many close friends and the shrinks tell me it’s because I have some kind of Personality Disorder traits (Borderline Personality Disorder). I don’t know what the fuck that is, but I researched it on the net and it doesn’t sound pretty. I own a small little 1 1/2 story Cape Cod, white with a detached garage, fence all the way around the property, lots of windows (I put in new double-hung, triple-panes all the way around) and nice big backyard. My wife is 38 and I’m 54. I don’t want much. I’d just like the opportunity to grow old and die in my own house and maybe a sweet little piece of ass every now and again. Fuck!!! I hate that bitch!!!!