Open letter to a wife

Open letter to a wife:

 

Alright. So you figured out my name, and my phone number. How did that happen? Did you stumble across my number on his phone, or did you go snooping because he seemed too happy when he got home last week? Are you suspicious of him because he hides things? Or because he's come home smelling like perfume in the past, and you never intend to trust him again?

 

Did you confront him? Did he confess to you? And who did he say I am?

 

Nobody?

That's right. Nobody. And you know what? It's true. I'm nobody to him. He has my body in his hands, and my attention focused on him for a couple of hours, and you want to castrate him. Divorce him, leave him, go home to your mother, take the kids, take the dog, never speak to him again. Well honey, if you want to be a fool, go right ahead. You're hurting no one but yourself, and those most beloved to you.

 

You're not hurting me, trying to call and get me in trouble. I'm single. I answer to NO ONE. No one but Jesus on judgement day. And I don't want your husband. Sure, he's great in bed, but what man isn't fascinated with a new toy? What man doesn't give his best performance for a new audience? I know how men get once they're comfortable. While I wouldn't object to having a man comfortable in my house, it's not going to be your man. You’re all worked up over a little bit of slap and tickle. You need to take a deep breath and pull yourself together.

 

Maybe you do have sex with him once a week, or once a month. Maybe you do try to please him – fix his favorite foods, or let him pick the t.v. shows. Or maybe you don't. I don't know. Maybe you're so wrapped up in your church-minded ways, your minivan and your son's soccer, your daughter's dance class and Pilates that you are too tired to let his hands roam your body at night. Are you too tired to listen to him tell you how beautiful you are? Or are you just so in hate with yourself that you push him away when he says those things? Or are you frightened and disgusted by the things he asks of you? Have you forgotten what it's like to have a man in love with the very scent of you? Or has he just lied to you so many times that you're dead inside when you look at him?

 

When I look at him, I am amazed. Amazed that such a man would want me, even for a few hours. Amazed that he'd go to the trouble of finding me, wooing me, saying all the things I need to hear just to get a few moments of my time. He's handsome, he's eager, and he's so affectionate. I will never believe that he isn't that way with you. Or that he wasn't like that once, perhaps he isn't any more. I just don't know.

 

No, I don't want to steal your husband away from you. I don't want him to be forced to see his children on weekends and holidays, to uproot the life that he's worked so hard to build there, with you, with those children, in that neighborhood. I don't want to take him away from his friends, his coworkers, his aunts and uncles and cousins. Because while I adore his body, and his willingness to share it, I am mindful of his heart. I can't offer him anything but heartache – and that is something he doesn't need from me.

 

If you love him, truly love him, you won't give him heartache either.

 

You might try giving him a blowjob, though.

 

Sincerely,

 

The Wanton