I began to notice a lot of my lingerie missing, and I started finding women's' undergarments in your car. You would swear you were not screwing around on me, and I knew you were telling the truth so I put two and two together and figured out it was you dressing up in the lingerie. I loved you so much, I lived with it.
You ran the phone bill up to $800 in one month by calling those 1-800-lick-me numbers, and every time you rejected my sexual advances, I would catch you in the garage jacking off and looking at one of your millions of porno mags you had stashed. Then it was the quarter booths at the adult shops.
The last straw was when you came home one day and told me you sucked a guy's you-know-what at a XXX movie theatre. You acted like you were proud of it. I stayed with you six years and you gave me sex maybe four times. I guess if I were a man it would have been different.
Well, your past is going to catch up with you sooner or later. When it does you can be with all men so you can eat all the hot dogs you want, if you know what I mean.--Anonymous