You sent me a text today asking me about some car troubles your having, and I just told you how to set up having it taken care of by a professional, which mechanic shop I'd trust for what the problem likely is. You tried to guilt trip me because I won't try to fix the problem like I've always done in the past, or get everything set up if I couldn't fix it for you.
I desperately wanted to ask you where all the men are that you've been flirting, sexting, swapping sexy pictures, and some even having sex with? These guys that instantly popped back up when I said I'd had enough, I was out. The same guys you swore were gone, but now they suddenly are always up for an evening get together or to stay up chatting or whatever you do on your phone. You mean to tell me you've played your hand so poorly that you're giving yourself away for men who won't lift a single finger to help you in a time of need? It sounds to me like you're really not as valuable to all of them as you thought, and it kind of makes me sad for you. You're going to realize really soon that you had it made, and you threw it all away. You've never paid a bill, every dime you've ever earned was just your play money. You've never had to worry about any sound a vehicle made or a something breaking at the house, you just rested knowing that was on my shoulders, both in the earlier part of our marriage when you were faithful and continuing while you used me to hold up and sustain the visible part of your life while you betrayed me in your secret life. In the last half decade while you've been so busy with your cheating double life, I've taken care of the kids and the laundry and the dishes and the chores around the house. You come home to groceries I went out and got, paid for, and put away in the house just waiting for you. You had a man who gave you incredible sex regularly, it was perhaps the only thing we did fantastically in our relationship together. Nothing about that was fake. And it still wasn't enough? You still had to have other men who were more light in their spirit, other men who were more fun and made you feel good with their flirtation and lighthearted compliments that flowed freely. Maybe now you're going to find out, as you see from afar me become more lighthearted and carefree and you become more weighted down by the drudgery of life, that there was a reason I couldn't be like all the other men. They won't even help you with a car. They carry none of the weight of your life. And as the responsibility for you shifts to your own shoulders, it's going to feel heavy. You're weak, like a newbie stepping in the weight room who's never lifted a weight. It's going to feel heavy, while my load I've been carrying for a decade gets lighter as I begin to only carry the weight of me and our kids. You're going to find out exactly why I didn't have the energy to be constantly complimenting and upbeat like all the other part time guys. You think my exhaustion wore on you because I was a buzzkill, just wait until it's your own. You had it made in a way millions of other women would kill to have, and you gave it away for part time thrills.
But I didn't say any of that. I just told you who I'd trust if I couldn't fix the car. I think you're going to be shocked to find though, that he charges triple digits per hour to do what I did out of love for you. Good luck with all those carefree boys though.
