Joy Stealers
Its imperative that you keep in mind where and why information that comes to you, is given to you. Everyone has an angle or a motive. People just be mad at him. Its amazing how many things I continue to hear about my husband. I think it's sad really. I did tell him that he has only one friend. I did tell him that. He thinks different or simply doesn't care because he feels that he has everything under wrap. Its sad that he does not like to listen.
Long story short I have been told about a diamond ring that I have been asking for and promised since before we had our son. I have been telling him over and over to buy his family a house, or at least help with that and he has bought a house in his whores town and it was told to me that he is saving for her deposit on her a house. The watch I wanted and asked for after last year me buying him a watch he gets her the watch for Valentine's or at least one like the one I wanted.
I'm embarrassed to say more. My husband feels that because I cheated 3 times yes I know LOL SMH during his 7 1/2 year bid that I deserve this. He says that no one said anything while I did what I did so why is it a problem that he does what he do.
Well the problem is that I would never cheat on him with him out here in this world helping me and being with me. Plus I never used him for the next person. No matter what when he needed me I have always been there I never moved on. Never put anyone other than our babies above them. I have always given in this relationship LOL.
I told him he should've told me last year that he met this woman again. Boy would things be different. One thing I am truly grateful for in not finding out till New Years Eve is my baby boy. I closed my eyes while riding one day and told him I see a son in my belly. I see the next Messiah. Wouldn't that be amazing? I told him I can feel it and I know he is going to be great.
I have to be on the road for great things so that I can set the stage for my babies. They have to know and see the sacrifice through me.
So as I write this I ask myself why am I still here? Why am I not tired yet? I want to be. I want to have him call and then just say whatever I'm not answering.
I want to be at the point where all I care about is the money that he brings to the table because boy don't I deserve it anyway. I have dedicated 13 years of my life to prison life and all he does is come home and show other women a good time. I should have not let him back in my bed again. I am shaking my head because I dare not tell close friends about this not at all. They're tired of him coming and going and me allowing it. They are tired of me falling for the lies over and over again. They hate that I hang on to the hope of the open comments and confused state he be in not wanting me but wanting no one else to have me.
I just have to learn to take things as they are without becoming stressed out anymore or being sad and miserable until I am in the position to put my foot down.
I had a good say until I got that phone call about him looking good and he has his woman looking good with matching kicks. I got pissed because he just told me he couldn't buy the car seat for the baby but he can buy him and his whore a pair of sneakers. Foul. Don't tell me you tight in money because you have to get my car out the shop when you buying footwear.
I have to say before I go anymore on the negative with ho that he does provide. He does make sure when I stay on him that we have the things that we need.
Joy Stealers They like to make me angry because he made them angry somehow. I found out who she was in the first place because someone told me.
At times I want to tell him who they are, but then I remember that he may continue to need them and his loyalty lies with someone else now. As long as no one tries to bring him harm or anything like that I'm good. I don't want to get in the way of him learning on his own.
I had a great day and it is still great. I will not let things that hear about him make my WHOLE day sour. It cuts however its what it is.
You nor anyone else will rob me of my joy.
Its imperative that you keep in mind where and why information that comes to you, is given to you. Everyone has an angle or a motive. People just be mad at him. Its amazing how many things I continue to hear about my husband. I think it's sad really. I did tell him that he has only one friend. I did tell him that. He thinks different or simply doesn't care because he feels that he has everything under wrap. Its sad that he does not like to listen.
Long story short I have been told about a diamond ring that I have been asking for and promised since before we had our son. I have been telling him over and over to buy his family a house, or at least help with that and he has bought a house in his whores town and it was told to me that he is saving for her deposit on her a house. The watch I wanted and asked for after last year me buying him a watch he gets her the watch for Valentine's or at least one like the one I wanted.
I'm embarrassed to say more. My husband feels that because I cheated 3 times yes I know LOL SMH during his 7 1/2 year bid that I deserve this. He says that no one said anything while I did what I did so why is it a problem that he does what he do.
Well the problem is that I would never cheat on him with him out here in this world helping me and being with me. Plus I never used him for the next person. No matter what when he needed me I have always been there I never moved on. Never put anyone other than our babies above them. I have always given in this relationship LOL.
I told him he should've told me last year that he met this woman again. Boy would things be different. One thing I am truly grateful for in not finding out till New Years Eve is my baby boy. I closed my eyes while riding one day and told him I see a son in my belly. I see the next Messiah. Wouldn't that be amazing? I told him I can feel it and I know he is going to be great.
I have to be on the road for great things so that I can set the stage for my babies. They have to know and see the sacrifice through me.
So as I write this I ask myself why am I still here? Why am I not tired yet? I want to be. I want to have him call and then just say whatever I'm not answering.
I want to be at the point where all I care about is the money that he brings to the table because boy don't I deserve it anyway. I have dedicated 13 years of my life to prison life and all he does is come home and show other women a good time. I should have not let him back in my bed again. I am shaking my head because I dare not tell close friends about this not at all. They're tired of him coming and going and me allowing it. They are tired of me falling for the lies over and over again. They hate that I hang on to the hope of the open comments and confused state he be in not wanting me but wanting no one else to have me.
I just have to learn to take things as they are without becoming stressed out anymore or being sad and miserable until I am in the position to put my foot down.
I had a good say until I got that phone call about him looking good and he has his woman looking good with matching kicks. I got pissed because he just told me he couldn't buy the car seat for the baby but he can buy him and his whore a pair of sneakers. Foul. Don't tell me you tight in money because you have to get my car out the shop when you buying footwear.
I have to say before I go anymore on the negative with ho that he does provide. He does make sure when I stay on him that we have the things that we need.
Joy Stealers They like to make me angry because he made them angry somehow. I found out who she was in the first place because someone told me.
At times I want to tell him who they are, but then I remember that he may continue to need them and his loyalty lies with someone else now. As long as no one tries to bring him harm or anything like that I'm good. I don't want to get in the way of him learning on his own.
I had a great day and it is still great. I will not let things that hear about him make my WHOLE day sour. It cuts however its what it is.
You nor anyone else will rob me of my joy.