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Dear Terri:

I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our

"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I

swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little

boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make

contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back

to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost

me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't

care about looking bad anymore.

I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe

it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is

what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Terri."

I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're

not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the

Rainbow Room and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you,

but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.

She was young, Terri, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that

only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean,

just a perfect body. Tits you wouldn't believe and an ass like a

tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I thought, look at

the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so surface. What

does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this

case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better

person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive

Terri? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't

know, maybe I'm just growing up a little.

Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found

myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just

her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something

else. Some niggling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And

then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there,

Terri, to watch. Do you know that I mean? Nothing feels the same without

you, baby.

Jesus, Terri, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just

reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at Mt.

Sinai Baptist Church? Well, she drops by last week with a pan of

lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman

around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real

story. Anyway, we have a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know

we're fu cking in our old bedroom. And this broad's a total monster in

the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does

when she's not hung up about God and her career and whether the kids can

hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your

grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle

it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes

me sad too. 'Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Terri ever put the

mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and

we never used it as a sex aid." (Some of this I thought about later.)

You know what I mean? What happened to our spontaneity? You get so

caught up in the routine of a marriage and you just lose sight of each

other. And then you lose yourself. That's the saddest part of all for

me.

But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can, because I only

want this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of

the restraining order. I mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's

got a pretty good head on her shoulders. She's been a real friend to me

during this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you

and about women in general. (She's pulling for us to get back together,

Terri. She really is.)

So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about happier times. Here's

this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let's face it, she got

an extra helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is think of how much

she looks like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole anal thing and

that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about

trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between

us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming

hot Dutch oven of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of

you? It's true, baby. In your heart you know it.

Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances

and start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you'd

just try it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs

all that bitterness, Terri? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart

from you.

Because I love you.
 

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OMG, that was great.....
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<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by zzzzzz:
What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

ROFL.
I am not sure that'l get her back, though.
 

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This EM was received by The Rx. Moderators, we have been requested to post this by
Terri in response to the elegant open letter posted here yesterday by zzzzzz.

Dear Hubby, I can’t tell you how moved I am by your open letter to me, I wept openly
when I read it. I want you to know all is forgiven, and I miss you very much, I know now there is no one like you my beloved husband.
I know we can get back what we once had, but I also have to be honest like you were in your exciting letter. Let me say a few things.

I want you to know that those rumors about myself and the Detroit Pistons are not exactly true. I was only involved with the front court, and had nothing, I mean nothing,
to do with the back court or the bench players. I also want you to know they don’t compare to you when it comes to sensitivity, although Ben Wallace, who I nick-named Captain Kirk,
because he has gone where no other man has ever gone, if you know what I mean, is very
sweet. I sincerely hope this helps heal some of the wounds between us.

Another issue that I realize now may have been a sore spot is your best friend John and
myself. Silly you getting jealous of us, when all John did was teach me how to play
Tonsillectomy. A great game, I mean really fun, especially if you can hold your breath. Maybe John can teach you how to play, I know you would love to play Tonsillectomy with John.

Quess what? Your boss Ellen just left, she came over last night, and told
me she had the munchies, well so did I, did we ever munch, and munch, and munch. She said you have been doing great on the fryalator, and maybe you can move up to the drive through window next year. As far as the cash register goes, well is it true you can’t make change for a five? Your so cute.

I have a small confession to make, I sold your new set of Pings and your 8 by 12 autographed glossy of Rock Hudson on E-Bay. Wow they went quick, especially Rock, I think someone at that web-site where you put your beautiful letter bought it, Lander or Landa I think his name is.
Anyway with the money I finally got the implants I have always wanted.
Babe let me tell you, they came out friggin awesome, (ask Ellen). Doctor Goldman said to be careful I don’t knock someones eye out with the left one. Honey I miss you so much.

Oh yeah, you got some mail, it said urgent so I opened it. A nice man named Jim Fiest sent it. He said that you are one of his best and oldest customers. Then he said because you have been paying $1995 a year
For the last 7 years you can have his Platinum Picks for only $1795 this year. Honey "Picks", I did’nt know you played the guitar, you are really full of suprises.

One last thing, you bravely told me about your encounter with my kid sister Shannon, what a sweet kid she is. Well she wants me to let you know that it would be a good idea if you went to your doctor right away.
Something about herpes simplex B. She was very worried about you.

So that is all, but I do want you to know, no matter what I love you also. Your loving wife.

Terri
 

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Good reply Wil. Got a bit of a chuckle with the "Lander or Landa I think his name is" comment.
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i was thinking maybe a gift would be the best thing to help bring us back together..............

i had in mind a dog, i will go to the pound now and see if i can find one, if i do, ill post a pic as i want feedback from everyone here, i want to get her the bast damn dog out there

guys, i apreciate your support in this difficult time
 

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holy shit, what luck i have, went to the pound to look for a dog and i found the one, i already have it here, below is a pic......

your thoughts and suggestions please



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LOL <BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR> But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming

hot Dutch oven of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of

you? It's true, baby. In your heart you know it. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
How could I miss mentioning that to my ex....
 

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