My Night at the Schloss Hotel
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It was beautiful, clean, posh. And blissfully quiet. Just me. No husband snoring, no baby screaming & pulling my hair all night. No cat meowing or walking all over me.
I stormed out of the house after packing my bags. In the process of my tantrum, I'd torn the hinges off the closet door, shattered the fluorescent light stick above the vanity, thrown the rocking chair across the room. I drove to the castle and had a nice night to think things over.
John likes pornography more than he likes me. We had been doing so well. I even gave in to him last weekend. We were planning to have another child. In fact, I may be 1 week pregnant at this very moment. I'm pissed. I just know that if John doesn't give up pornography, then our precious little Michael will be highly likely to succumb to its pernicious attractions. It disgusts me to the point of my soul being eaten alive by the acidic hatred I have for this disgustingness.
What does John want? He loves his hand and his make-believe picture people more than he wants me. He seizes every little opportunity to have a session with his laptop. He's even seized the opportunity when he & Baby Michael were home together, without me. Michael wasn't even asleep. He was buzzing around the house. Can you picture it?!?! John, sitting there jacking off in front of the computer, while our very alert 21-month-old Michael looks on in wonder. I just want to murder John. I want him to be dead. Absolutely stone-dead. And I want his death to be painful. Just like the slow, festering pain that he's causing our family.
I stormed out of the house after packing my bags. In the process of my tantrum, I'd torn the hinges off the closet door, shattered the fluorescent light stick above the vanity, thrown the rocking chair across the room. I drove to the castle and had a nice night to think things over.
John likes pornography more than he likes me. We had been doing so well. I even gave in to him last weekend. We were planning to have another child. In fact, I may be 1 week pregnant at this very moment. I'm pissed. I just know that if John doesn't give up pornography, then our precious little Michael will be highly likely to succumb to its pernicious attractions. It disgusts me to the point of my soul being eaten alive by the acidic hatred I have for this disgustingness.
What does John want? He loves his hand and his make-believe picture people more than he wants me. He seizes every little opportunity to have a session with his laptop. He's even seized the opportunity when he & Baby Michael were home together, without me. Michael wasn't even asleep. He was buzzing around the house. Can you picture it?!?! John, sitting there jacking off in front of the computer, while our very alert 21-month-old Michael looks on in wonder. I just want to murder John. I want him to be dead. Absolutely stone-dead. And I want his death to be painful. Just like the slow, festering pain that he's causing our family.