Bad Starter Wife

I got married too young to a woman I had been with too long. She had a LOT of problems, that I couldn't see because I was young also. While smart, she could never find anything more than a minimum wage job. She was endlessly taking classes and had a degree in something useless like Humanities. I paid all the bills, except a portion of rent. Often, she couldn't afford her portion of rent so I paid everything. I had lived on my own for years, and she had never left her parents house. I was a planner, she is not. I would buy enough groceries o have food for a week on my budget, only to literally find everything gone two days later each week under the excuse of "I was hungry!". She also became highly overweight.

Found out her father had molested her siblings, but she claimed not her. I should have known better, because she was NEVER nude around me. Every night she took long, hot showers and steamed up the whole apartment. So very good on things in the house....not. When the shower was done she put on socks, long sweatpants, a long sleeve sweatshirt, gobs of lotion on her face and her hair wet and tied up. Any advance of mine was met with a push away. I should have left her long before I made the mistake of marrying her because I thought it would make things better. She ruined me financially and had sex with me one time in almost ten years. There was always some excuse.

Instead of working to spend more time with me and improve the relationship, she took classes during the day and had to work evenings while I was off. I rarely saw her, yet she complained endlessly we didn't do anything together. I ended up quitting buying food since it was cheaper to eat out for myself than to buy food and never get to eat any. One of the places I went I caught the eye of an attractive young women. How I wished I weren't married. She was working a job, training to drive buses and had long term goals and plans in place. She also liked me...a lot. I never hid my wedding ring from her, but she looked past it I guess.

One day she asked me why I never asked her out. I tarted to answer, she cut me off and said, "I want to suck your dick. I get off at 3:00.". I left work early feigning sickness and picked her up. At her place she tore my clothes off and gave me a monster of a blow job. I was so horny we fucked for hours, until I had to go pick my wife up from her minimum wage job. I didn't get to shower and only sort of cleaned up with a washcloth.

When I took my clothes off to shower, I reeked of pussy and thought I was busted. My wife was babbling about some nonsense as usual. I noticed in the mirror that at the base of my dick was a HUGE ring of lipstick. The wife looked right at me and never noticed. She was always so proud how aware she was of everything, yet there I was reeking of pussy, with lipstick all over my crotch and she never noticed. I told her I needed to pop and went and showered. She never mentioned it, and it annoyed me that she could always be so sure of herself, so right when I was wrong at everything....and be so fucking blind to not notice anything.

The girl and I had a short but horny affair and I never lied to her. I was heartbroken to see her go, and had told her I would get a divorce to be married to her. I can't blame her for not accepting it. But a decade later I ran into her as a successful woman yet to be married. Unfortunately she was dating someone. I've spent my life getting fucked under by women a number of times. But guess what, I'M the asshole for leaving after I am so upset that I am suicidal. I hate relationships. I sure miss the ones that got away. To a woman, ALL of them are far wealthier than me..and a number of them thanked me for my support and direction when we had a relationship. I'm sick of being everybody else's counselor to success.

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Mickyless Relationships October 07, 2019 at 8:28 am 1 0