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Okay so nobody at my church group knows this, but I’ve been faking a lot of it lately.
It’s not even the big stuff, just the quiet things that add up.
Like last Tuesday, when my husband asked if I wanted to go out for our anniversary.
I smiled and said yes, but really I just needed an excuse to sit in my car for twenty minutes.
I kept the engine running because it felt like moving would make everything feel real again.
And I hate that I have to admit how numb it’s gotten.
We’ve been together nine years, Grace, but sometimes I look at him across the dinner table and see a polite roommate.
From someone who’d known him long before I ever did.
I didn’t confront him. I just watched him fold them back up.
He thinks he got away with it. Or maybe he just never noticed me noticing.
Every morning for six years, I’ve made his coffee exactly how he likes it.
I smile at the dinner parties and laugh at his jokes about “work life.”
Brenda Graham still signs off on everything else, though honestly, it hardly matters.
The kids think I’m content. They barely remember the old me.
Not losing him, but losing the version of myself that everyone believed in.
I keep waiting to feel lighter, but I mostly just feel heavy with all this quiet regret.
Some days I wonder if I’ll ever walk into a room and actually belong there.
I still sleep on the left side of the bed sometimes, out of habit.
And I don’t even know why I keep doing it anymore.
The truth is just sitting right there in the corner of my eye.
Waiting for me to finally admit it.

New Confession

My wife and I are small in stature, I’m 5’4″ and she is 4’10” weighs 78 lb . When she was going to have our second child the doctor sent us to King Edward Memorial Hospital in Perth because our baby in her 8th month had wrapped the umbilical cord around her neck. We met an interesting huge black man who was in Neonatal care in the US there who invited us to dinner at the Hostel he stayed at. He rubbed my wife’s tummy while talking after we ate, after while she sat on his lap. It turned me on to seeing her so small and pregnant so close to his enormous c0ck. While we stayed close to the hospital we visited him a few times per week. Each time feeling her tummy while she sat on his lap his hand drifted closer to her gnitals and b00bs. We went to his room when she was 9 months and three days, he said when she was that close to delivering she could take even his c0ck easily. I said “Baby you used to tell me you would like to know what a big c0ck was like, he is offering you that chance.” she said “What if you aren’t enough after I do it?” . I just said something like we’ll figure it out I want to see you at you’re best. It didn’t take more the 5 minutes after the conversation he had licked her pu55y and started stuffing 10″ of c0ck the size of a redbull can inside her. She couldn’t take the whole thing till she 0rgasmed 3 minutes into s** that lasted25 minutes the first time. While his 1oad was running out of her and he was sucking her nipple5 I encouraged her to take advantage of the situation and do it again. They let me record the next time on my iPhone , 34 minutes, we had a*** s** right after. I didn’t know they had s** while I slept till the next morning when I awoke and she was sleeping with him. When Our daughter was born three days later she said they had s** 11 times and she wanted to do it again before we went home. I agreed to more of their alone time. When Our daughter was two, my wife asked me for permission to be bred by him. I said if I can but a whole redbull can inside you then okay. She couldn’t take more than 1/2 when we started but she could when he bred her 4 months later, we have a 3 year old b******** son, my wife already s**** him off.

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