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You had the good fortune to marry one of the few genuinely amazing people in this world. He is artistic, smart, brilliant, loyal, and so charismatic it’s almost criminal. Before you came along, there wasn’t a day that went by I wasn’t amazed at how exceptional he was. You are married to someone who could have had an impact on this world, and now he sits at a desk all day, at a job that in no way uses any of his potential—a job that he hates—so he can be supportive of your self-indulgent endeavors.
Even more disappointing is that you can’t be bothered to make a couple hours a week to fuck your husband. I’ve got an idea: Why don’t you drop a couple credit hours and pick up a few wife hours and take care of your fucking husband? Remember him? He’s the one you promised to put in front of everything else when you were wearing the most hideous white dress I have seen. Ever. I try as best I can to pretend you don’t exist, but it’s becoming difficult because my friendship with him is suffering because of your neglect. I had to tell him I couldn’t speak to him for a while because I feel so awful when I turn down fucking him every single day so he won’t make a mistake that will ruin his marriage. But so help me, if you don’t pull your head out of your self-absorbed ass, I can’t promise I’m going to continue telling him no. I know you don’t believe in God, but you should be thankful I do, because my faith is the only thing that keeps me from telling him he can fuck me any way he wants to. 
This whole thing is a bad idea. I did it last year. It was a bad idea, too. I was fed all the same lines you’re getting. I even hated his wife’s wedding dress, too. (Although, that dress really was gross.)
I was in love with my best friend of 14 years. He got married and six months later said he was leaving his wife for me. “She was all about work, they never had sex…blah blah fucking blah.”
I spent a shit load of money for him to get him moved to the city where I lived. I got an IUD put in because “we” decided “that was the best b.c. for us”. It left me in almost daily excruciating pain for months.
Well, one day he told his wife he was leaving. She refused to let him go. He ended up in an out-patient psych-ward because the drama of leaving one woman for another made him seriously consider suicide. I also ended up in therapy. In the end, he did not leave her, and he and I are no longer in contact. Nor, will we ever be again. It’s not a happy way to end a friendship I cherished since I was 14.
Injury to injury–The IUD I got “for us” ended up not working after all–I got pregnant the first time I used it and miscarried. Miscarriages hurt. A lot. So…K-Ho, babe,…if you happen to read this, that’s the end of that story.
Look, lady. You sound young and are hopefully, smart. Just leave the guy alone. If you love him, learn from me don’t send him to the psych ward.
If you liked it, you shoulda put a ring on it.
I used to fuck my best friend behind his boyfriend’s back. Even though I didn’t think they were a good match sometimes, I still felt horrible about this. There were two people at fault for that mistake. The person not fucking is never that person.
@41 Also, you sound fat.
No, she sounds like a stupid bitch. So do you 😛
Okay, I never thought I’d EVER say this but I, Anonymous has changed my life. I’ve been trying to talk myself out this intense fixation on a married friend for a year (see #45). No luck until I read and mulled over all the comments on this post. How pathetic that is, is not lost on me. But, whatever…..the truth finally dawned. Especially helpful were #47 and #54’s voice of experience.
So now I accept he has made his choice. For two weeks, I’ve cut out the overly “caring” part of our conversations, stopped gazing at him, stopped being available anytime. Interesting that all the intense chemistry I thought we had is instantly gone. Nothing was said, but he seems a little relieved that we’ve gone back to a normal friendship.
So, thank you strangers, for pulling me back from the brink.
P.S. His wife really is a bad mother and a dumb bitch.
Hey, #58, of COURSE he would make it look like she’s a bad mother and so on. You aren’t back from the brink, and you haven’t gone back to a “normal” friendship while you are still believing what you want to believe.
You didn’t ask for my advice, but hey, no charge: cut him out of your life, so you can get some perspective. Sometimes we get too wrapped up to see things clearly. It’s not his WIFE”S fault you are in love with him.
Thanks for playing, #59, but you’re wrong on all counts. I think she’s a bad mother because I’ve seen it; saw it before I was in love with him; other people have made the same observation. That was my original point, even if I AM a trashy whore and he’s a lying tomcat, doesn’t mean she’s a saintly victim.
“It’s not his WIFE”S fault you are in love with him.”
Never said that, sweetiepie.
#58, You’re welcome. 🙂
Dear Slut
You’re not a saviour. The image mite seem grandiose but by fucking him I believe u’ll be doin yrself a favor.
Absolute great story… I’ve been in that situation (mine being gay) – I’de say – give him the fuck of his life, to include the worshiping of his organ and testicles.Eat him alive! If you see a big, positive change in his everyday personality, maybe you can take him home forever..or is this not the type YOU are looking for? There IS a difference between lust, love, & compassion, ya know!