About a month ago, I caught my husband on Tinder. I’ve already told that story, but what I’ve since learned is that he was only on there a week before I caught him. He wasn’t technically cheating; we were in separate bedrooms and to borrow an expression from a very popular ’90s sitcom, “we were on a break.” I would be lying if I said it hadn’t occurred to me to get my own account, but I had held off in case we worked things out. Well, we ended up working things out in a rather unexpected and unconventional way.
If your dude wants to, ahem, indulge himself once in a while (or each day), and it isn’t affecting your intimacy, you should consider letting it slide.
We know it’s unhealthy. We know it’s detrimental to our relationships with our kids and our spouse. But sometimes it takes over our bodies and minds and we need to yell it out. And then maybe our family will get off their asses and do more so we won’t rage tomorrow. (Unlikely, but we can hope.)
FROM THE CONFESSIONAL
Confession #25813121 I don't know why I am so angry. I wouldn't want to be married to me.
#25813102 "I’m so angry. Sick of doing 100% of child and pet care, 99% of housework and work More than full time while he fucking naps. Yeah I’d like to take a fucking 3 hour nap too but I can’t. Asshole."
#25810207 "I truly feel lied to about the realities of motherhood and parenting. I feel like I was sold a fairytale. I’m so angry at myself and society for doing this."
