This is an open letter to my husband, I know you'll never ready this but I have to get this off my shoulders. I am your wife. I am the mother of your

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This is an open letter to my husband,

I know you’ll never ready this but I have to get this off my shoulders. I am your wife. I am the mother of your children. I am not a w****. I am not a s***. I am sick and tired of you bringing guys home and expecting me to put out for them. I don’t know what part of your upbringing your parents failed at that that you would think it is okay for you to do this to me and treat me this way.

This is not how I ever envisioned living and it is going to stop. Before meeting you I was intimate with one guy that I dated for a long time and now I don’t even want to think about how many you made me be with.

I should have been stronger at first but I was afraid you’d leave me and the stigma of getting a divorce. But, I’m not afraid of that now. So, either you get your head on straight and stop treating me like a w**** or I’m leaving with the kids. You’re good to me in every other way, now I need you to be good to me this way.

Love, your wife.

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