I Cheated and Yes, It Is My Husband’s Fault

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ic figure, and I have a handful of children who always need something from me. Nonetheless, I am a devoted wife. My husband is very traditional and wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves to stick to gender roles, so contrary to Cardi B, I do cook and I do clean, which is funny since I’m such a feminist. But my husband is king.I used to be totally okay with that.But constantly doing stuff for others, without receiving the appreciation and thankfulness deserved is just a one-way street. I felt like a lemon, sucked dry, but still being pressed. I had nothing left to give.God knows I tried to fan the flame. I have done what most men are dreaming of from their wives. I’ve worn the sexy clothes and the high heels, I’ve laid in bed in fine lingerie using a variety of sex toys, I’ve texted him pics of my tits and my pussy while he’s out at work, I’ve taken him away to a cheap motel, I’ve parked the car on a side road to fuck his brains out. I even invested in a sex swing. The result?Nothing but rejection.I’ve changed my hair, toned

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up, got my teeth whitened, got Botox, got a Brazilian. Nothing. He hasn’t noticed any change in me. I blend in with the furniture. I am ignored. I am completely invisible.The constant rejection broke me, and I’m a God. Damn. Powerhouse. I’m not easily broken. After months and months of trying, I simply gave up and decided that if my husband couldn’t appreciate me, somebody else should.I need to find someone who could appreciate the diamond that I am, pull me out of the ground, polish me and make me shine.I joined AM and started sending the same pics I had sent my husband to strangers.“What is wrong with him?” is the reaction I got most of the time, after briefly explaining why I was looking for someone. I met a few men, but I’m still looking for THE one.So there, you have it. When you don’t pay attention to your significant other, at some point, they will look for attention elsewhere. And you will share the blame.As a new writer here on Medium, I appreciate your likes, comments and follows!</article></body>

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18 years.

It took me 18 years to finally cave. It took me 18 years before breaking to the point of pushing myself outside of a comfortable marriage and seek the deeper connection I so needed.

Nothing comes close to my husband’s cock. It’s perfect. It is the missing piece to my puzzle. But I long for the days when it was an extension of his soul and when one thrust would make me whole; when he would stare deep into my eyes while fucking me and when we really would become one. I crave for him to listen to my feelings and acknowledge my needs but alas, I am constantly dismissed. Now, his cock is just a cock. I miss fucking a person, not just a cock. I miss intimacy.

I am a very busy person. I manage several businesses, sit on many boards of directors, I’m a public figure, and I have a handful of children who always need something from me. Nonetheless, I am a devoted wife. My husband is very traditional and wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves to stick to gender roles, so contrary to Cardi B, I do cook and I do clean, which is funny since I’m such a feminist. But my husband is king.

I used to be totally okay with that.

But constantly doing stuff for others, without receiving the appreciation and thankfulness deserved is just a one-way street. I felt like a lemon, sucked dry, but still being pressed. I had nothing left to give.

God knows I tried to fan the flame. I have done what most men are dreaming of from their wives. I’ve worn the sexy clothes and the high heels, I’ve laid in bed in fine lingerie using a variety of sex toys, I’ve texted him pics of my tits and my pussy while he’s out at work, I’ve taken him away to a cheap motel, I’ve parked the car on a side road to fuck his brains out. I even invested in a sex swing. The result?

Nothing but rejection.

I’ve changed my hair, toned up, got my teeth whitened, got Botox, got a Brazilian. Nothing. He hasn’t noticed any change in me. I blend in with the furniture. I am ignored. I am completely invisible.

The constant rejection broke me, and I’m a God. Damn. Powerhouse. I’m not easily broken. After months and months of trying, I simply gave up and decided that if my husband couldn’t appreciate me, somebody else should.

I need to find someone who could appreciate the diamond that I am, pull me out of the ground, polish me and make me shine.

I joined AM and started sending the same pics I had sent my husband to strangers.

“What is wrong with him?” is the reaction I got most of the time, after briefly explaining why I was looking for someone. I met a few men, but I’m still looking for THE one.

So there, you have it. When you don’t pay attention to your significant other, at some point, they will look for attention elsewhere. And you will share the blame.

As a new writer here on Medium, I appreciate your likes, comments and follows!