Whispered Confessions

Thirty something trying to make sense of life and the mess I’ve made. This is my safe space. You’re just a visitor.

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12.24.24 | 1:27 a.m.

I don’t want to be a wife anymore.

Welcome to my “secret” public journal where I overshare about my love life, open relationships, fwbs, infidelity, and maybe my impending separation/divorce.

I’m a millennial that has overshared on the internet for the last 10 to 15 years and so it only feels right that I continue that in someway, but with a bit of anonymity.

The anonymity is mostly so my husband doesn’t find this blog since he has a real obsession with invading my online and in person personal spaces.

I won’t be writing an about/get to know me. If you wanna follow my messy life, you’ll just have to keep up. I will give you this insight though (though I’m not committed to adding to this):

Tagged husband: posts about my husband. Married in 2024, together for 10 years, known one another since 2012.

Tagged wc timestamp: an in real time reaction to something that is happening in my life. This is an internet journal after all.

Tagged dev: a crush that is mostly innocent and never crossed the line. Met July 2024

Tagged ets: a crush that is far from innocent. We exchange nudes, dirty texts and horny audios. He’s hot. He reminds me of my toxic ass ex and an ex FWB, so he’s definitely fulfilling some fantasies rn. Met September 2024.

Tagged vsd: the aforementioned toxic ex fwb. A fwb gone wrong if you will. I fell for him. He did not fall for me. But definitely overplayed his feelings for me so he could keep fucking me. And I let him. This is also who I cheated with after my husband and I closed our relationship (basically we just never stopped fucking even when I was no longer open). Met on tumblr in 2010? Met IRL in 2019.

Tagged mic: an ex. My first love. I was 19, he was 24/25. That probably wasn’t great, but whatever. We “dated” from 2012-2014.

Tagged daddy/nj: a mutual who thirst followed me at the beginning of 2025. He’s very sweet. We talk about everything and nothing. He sends me encouraging voice notes that get me off. I send him nudes and voice notes of me cumming for him. I love when he calls me baby girl/princess 😈

Tagged characters: the revolving door of people who are part of my messy life. Whether they know it or not. 

I won’t tolerate unsolicited advice, dick pics/nudes, judgmental questions, or disrespect.

This is a healing and safe space for me. It’s not about anyone else, but you’re welcome to observe.

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I want a divorce fucking NOW.

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I went out with Dev tonight. It was so good.

Husband texted and called me incessantly.

It was fine until it wasn’t.

I finished my drink and left.

Came home to an insecure little man trying to explain himself.

Immediately shut that shit down.

I’m livid. Fuck him. For once, I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

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I want a divorce fucking NOW.

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More stupid, horny exchanges with the (new) married man.

It’s a humiliation ritual at this point.

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Dinner wasn’t so bad.

In fact, it was great.

We really are good partners. Complimentary. Just not romantically.

When we’re in our respective lanes, focused on our own shit, but still taking care of the home shit, connecting once a week, we’re good.

When he wants me to be the doting lovey dovey wife, I resist.

Not sure what that means.

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Tomorrow is my two year wedding anniversary.

I made husband a card.

I refrained from over promising any sort of life together.

I hope he doesn’t ask us to read our vows tomorrow. I think I’d cry.

He met Dev today. It was fine. I was a nervous wreck.

My husband was most offended that I managed to find a guy that looks like him. That’s a coincidence.

Dev nor my husband are physically my type, but I find them both attractive. They both know this.

Anyway, I sent the new married man nudes tonight. He said he needed me. And my pussy pulsed. He’s laying it on THICK and I fucking love it. I love how forward he is. How much he says he wants me, calls me beautiful and smart.

We can keep pretending like we’re friends, but this is at the very least an emotional affair.

Ughhhhh. I’m dumb as fuck.

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My husband stays up until 3 and 4 AM fucking himself and its such a turn off.

I get it. I’m not giving him any, but it’s more so the rushing me to bed so he can pleasure himself that annoys me.

Not only do I not get that type of alone time (except for during my work day, when I need to be working) but when we are intimate, he cums SO QUICK and takes a long time to get it up. It’s annoying.

Also, our second wedding anniversary is tomorrow and idk how to feel about that.

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Also, Dev (temporarily) moved to my city today. 🥹

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Soooo about that married man I’m just supposed to be friends with 🫠

[hellraisersss]

She wants someone to use her and say “you are doing a good job, Daddy is so proud of you.”

Minor DNI | 20+ only | adult content

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Fuck I cannot wait 😮‍💨

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Dev and I fought yesterday. It was bad.

And we made up today.

And both were necessary.

I think we’ll be stronger because of this.

But my god I couldn’t imagine dating him.

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It’s official. Daddy booked my flight. I’m going to him in August 🥹

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Daddy might have competition, I fear.

The new guy, who is married with kids, and I should absolutely be leaving alone, never misses an opportunity to tell me how much he wants me. Even if he’s lying, even if he’s love bombing, which I’m pretty sure he is, he presses me and I like to be pressed.

And I told daddy this last night. He sent me a video on Instagram and I was like this is how I like to be chalanted. I think he thinks he’s doing enough, but he is not.

He’s consistently inconsistent, he’s consistently slow to respond, he keeps asking me to visit and offering to buy my flight, but won’t actually move the plans forward.

Meanwhile, new guy has at least made sure to text me good morning and good night every day since getting my number and has managed to actually be in conversation with me most days as well. He’s also been very complementary of me calling me gorgeous, and hot, and sexy and fuckable.

Although this morning he said something I completely don’t believe. He told me that if he would’ve pursued me like he wanted to a year ago that we probably would be in a relationship by now. That’s crazy to me because I’m pretty sure he’s talking to other girls on Tumblr and if he’s willing to talk to me the way he is, I’m sure there is somebody in his city that he’s probably actually fucking. He’s very cute, and has a way with his words, but I am accepting that he likes the idea of me, and once he gets to know me, he’ll probably reconsider. 

I’m over chasing, I just wanna attract and if you want me, you’re gonna move like it.

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New guy who lied about being married and claims he want to make it work with his wife, but is talking to me, and talking about fucking me daily is confusing me.

And we ain’t been talking long enough for me to be confused tbh.

Ion like it.

He presses me, then he falls back. Again and again. It’s confusing. Like if your wife is around and you can’t talk to me during the weekends, just say that. While, I’m not interested in being the other woman, I know how it works and understand my place. But you gotta be honest.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve been desperately messaging him on Tumblr and his fifty-leven’ phone numbers all weekend. And I’m sick of it, so I asked him if we could chat on the phone tomorrow on his commute home from work.

No answer yet.

He’s love bombing me, he’s definitely love bombing me. He’s acting like we’re close friends already, talking about how he can’t wait to touch me, taste me, and see me and all this other shit. He keeps calling me an amazing person and such a good friend. Even though we’ve been talking for more than a year on Tumblr, I don’t know that we’ve established that much of a rapport in our Tumblr conversations for him to be saying all this. So that leads me to believe I’m being love bombed. At least I’m clocking it right away.

Still, I really enjoyed talking to him last week on the phone and I wanna do it some more. And I don’t know what that means for either of us, but I just wanna see what happens.

Yup, I’m a terrible wife. 



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06.28.2026 | 6:00 p.m.

It's not lost on me that every time my husband leaves the house for an extended amount of time, I deep clean something.

I used to be the wife who nagged constantly about every little thing he didn't do or finish. Then he started stepping up, and for the most part, the stuff he forgets to do/finish doesn't bother me at this point (definitely the weed and the anxiety meds). We also got bigger problems.

Still, when he's gone, I like wiping all the surfaces, or washing the huge stack of laundry. I romanticize it too. I get high, I play music, I light candles, I dance around and give my pup kisses when he's vibing with the music.

It's just not lost on me that my instinct when he's gone is to clean and create immediate peace, the kind I had when I lived alone.

I kinda wanna live alone again.

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My husband took me out to dinner tonight.

We truly had a wonderful time.

I was high though, and very tipsy.

I enjoyed his company, kept the conversation going, and mostly ignored my phone.

Then, as we came home and I started to sober up, he became more annoying to me.

Does this mean I can only enjoy my husband under the influence? That’s incredibly sad.

I also can accept that while I still love him, I’m not sure I still like him.

This is all just so fucking sad.

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I made sure it wasn’t just a fleeting thought. I told dev about it. He read it immediately, but I doubt he’ll respond. What do you say to that?

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My husband took me out to dinner tonight.

We truly had a wonderful time.

I was high though, and very tipsy.

I enjoyed his company, kept the conversation going, and mostly ignored my phone.

Then, as we came home and I started to sober up, he became more annoying to me.

Does this mean I can only enjoy my husband under the influence? That’s incredibly sad.

I also can accept that while I still love him, I’m not sure I still like him.

This is all just so fucking sad.