Isolated Blurt Thread

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Edge23 said:
*laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince my brain to work*

Why is it that I'm actually...scared...to tell her what I write? I've kept her out for almost two years. She's never read a single thing I've written for Literotica. I'm afraid of what she'll think. Afraid of her judgment. Will she think I'm a serious pervert? Sick? That I don't love her if I have to write like this?

*shakes his head*


{{Hugs}}

My husband doesn't know either...

I think he would kill me...
 
Honey123 said:
{{Hugs}}

My husband doesn't know either...

I think he would kill me...


*hugs*

I don't think she'd kill me, but...she's the most important thing in the world to me. I couldn't stand it if she decided there was something 'wrong' with me. I don't think she would, given how many times I've stood by her, but...

*sighs*
 
Honey123 said:
{{Hugs}}

My husband doesn't know either...

I think he would kill me...
Geez, why would he want to do that? I mean it should be something you share together. If I were him I would want to know what you write, I believe it would make you more desirable. Not that your not now, but more. :D
 
Edge23 said:
*laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince my brain to work*

Why is it that I'm actually...scared...to tell her what I write? I've kept her out for almost two years. She's never read a single thing I've written for Literotica. I'm afraid of what she'll think. Afraid of her judgment. Will she think I'm a serious pervert? Sick? That I don't love her if I have to write like this?

*shakes his head*

I can't imagine surviving in a relationship where I thought the person who loved me would suddenly hate me if they knew ALL about me...I think that would be so painful.

Then again, perhaps the person who loves you deserves more credit for loving all of you, not just certain parts.
 
zeb1094 said:
Geez, why would he want to do that? I mean it should be something you share together. If I were him I would want to know what you write, I believe it would make you more desirable. Not that your not now, but more. :D

:rolleyes:

hmmm..ok.
 
He knows that I write erotica, but somehow he doesn't consider it serious writing because of the high sexual content. He'd rather I write more tame stories.
 
Pardon me for interrupting...

...but I am in a similar boat. My wife has no idea of my musings...or even of my fantasies any longer. I used to write her poety and flowery letters while we were in different cities in college. This was difficult for me as I grew up surrounded by violence (the street) and never let anyone see my "softer side". I found out later (too late, unfortunately) that she used to read them out loud to her friends and they would get the biggest laugh out of them. And she almost scorns any romantic gestures from me (started a thread about this).

Once we got married, she suddenly decided that sex and sexual fantasies were "dirty" and I found myself embarrassed to talk about things that we used to share with each other.

Since I've found out that she used to have a laugh at my letters, I haven't written anything for her since...no poetry, no songs, nothing. For years, I didn't write creatively at all. It was only after my son came along that I started writing again...songs and poems and stories for him.

I will never share my "musings" with her though.
 
bashfull said:
...but I am in a similar boat. My wife has no idea of my musings...or even of my fantasies any longer. I used to write her poety and flowery letters while we were in different cities in college. This was difficult for me as I grew up surrounded by violence (the street) and never let anyone see my "softer side". I found out later (too late, unfortunately) that she used to read them out loud to her friends and they would get the biggest laugh out of them. And she almost scorns any romantic gestures from me (started a thread about this).

Once we got married, she suddenly decided that sex and sexual fantasies were "dirty" and I found myself embarrassed to talk about things that we used to share with each other.

Since I've found out that she used to have a laugh at my letters, I haven't written anything for her since...no poetry, no songs, nothing. For years, I didn't write creatively at all. It was only after my son came along that I started writing again...songs and poems and stories for him.

I will never share my "musings" with her though.


Absolutely her lose and our gain.

We've talked of this and I still can't understand why she became that way!!! My God, doesn't she see what she has in you?!?
 
bashfull said:
...but I am in a similar boat. My wife has no idea of my musings...or even of my fantasies any longer. I used to write her poety and flowery letters while we were in different cities in college. This was difficult for me as I grew up surrounded by violence (the street) and never let anyone see my "softer side". I found out later (too late, unfortunately) that she used to read them out loud to her friends and they would get the biggest laugh out of them. And she almost scorns any romantic gestures from me (started a thread about this).

Once we got married, she suddenly decided that sex and sexual fantasies were "dirty" and I found myself embarrassed to talk about things that we used to share with each other.

Since I've found out that she used to have a laugh at my letters, I haven't written anything for her since...no poetry, no songs, nothing. For years, I didn't write creatively at all. It was only after my son came along that I started writing again...songs and poems and stories for him.

I will never share my "musings" with her though.


I could almost cry just thinking of that. Could it be that she also fears showing her "softer" side, or sharing her own fantasies with you, so she's come down so hard like this? Sometimes people do that, you know -- they denounce and revile something because they feel it inside, but are certain it will be rejected if they show it.

I'm trying to imagine a relationship with someone that was like that. I don't know if I'd survive it. Hugs to you, and hopes that better things will come.
 
I don't know why, either. I've given up trying to understand her. We dated for years and relished the romance...or so I thought. And we shared everything...our dreams, our laughter, our fantasies, our sexual thots. Once we got married, she changed.
 
bashfull said:
I don't know why, either. I've given up trying to understand her. We dated for years and relished the romance...or so I thought. And we shared everything...our dreams, our laughter, our fantasies, our sexual thots. Once we got married, she changed.

This kills me...

*shakes head*

Makes me want to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her!!

The most wonderful thing is having a man, such as yourself, who is caring, gentle, romantic and can be naughty, nasty and raunchy!!!

You're like a fantasy wrapped into a wonderfully handsome specimen of a man!
 
bashfull said:
I don't know why, either. I've given up trying to understand her. We dated for years and relished the romance...or so I thought. And we shared everything...our dreams, our laughter, our fantasies, our sexual thots. Once we got married, she changed.

I don't understand that. I don't think I changed when I married -- at least, I don't think I changed in any way that wasn't there beforehand. ABG and I don't write to each other like we once did, but that's because we are together so much, and the writing was for bridging the gap when we were apart a lot. I still have all his letters to me, in a box, and I take them out and look at them whenever i feel lonely or lost or unsure. They were the blueprints for the life we were planning together. I'd never make fun of them (although many a romantic thing we did together turned out to have something funny in it-- ask him about the "Porcelain Goddess" sometime). I just don't understand why she'd take someone romantic and sexy and adventurous and shut down like that, unless she was harboring some deep fear of her own. Maybe in her mind, sex and motherhood don't go together, and if she feels sexual, she's a bad mom or something.

Of course, there are lots of things about people that mystify me.
 
malachiteink said:
Of course, there are lots of things about people that mystify me.

Tell me about it. :rolleyes:

I've been studying humans for a long time and I still don't know what makes 'em tick most of the time.

If I may hazard a guess in this instance? It may be that now that she has reached a goal, she has no idea what to do. Often people don't realise that life goes on after a goal is reached.

Or she may feel that now that the goal is reached she may no longer have to try. She's got her reward and doesn't see why more effort has to be made.
 
I don't know why, either. I've given up trying to understand her. We dated for years and relished the romance...or so I thought. And we shared everything...our dreams, our laughter, our fantasies, our sexual thots. Once we got married, she changed.

Life changes people. I changed after I got married, and I changed again after I got divorced. Even if nothing happens (like becoming a parent), you get older. You change bodily, physiologically, psychologically. The trick is to stay connected, and there's only one way to do that... communicate. That takes courage--it's so hard to be vulnerable. But it's the most honest state of being, the most evocative, the hardest to resist, for me.

Oh, and there's nothing wrong with saying, "You hurt me all those years back, when you gave me to your girlfriends to laugh at". (But I bet she's older and wiser than that now.)

Have heart... I think it's wonderful you are writing for your son.
AH
 
I think what I'm MOST worried about isn't her hating me or thinking I'm a sicko or anything. I think I'm scared that she'll think I'm not any good at writing. She knows that I like to write and I want to be published someday, but what if I suck at it? What if she tells me I'm no good?

*sighs and stares out the window at the rain*
 
Just my two cents here, never a judgement toward others who don't feel as I do...

Since I've found out that she used to have a laugh at my letters, I haven't written anything for her since...no poetry, no songs, nothing. For years, I didn't write creatively at all. It was only after my son came along that I started writing again...songs and poems and stories for him.

I will never share my "musings" with her though.

this is why I've always written for no one but myself. Why I rarely share my innermost thoughts with people I interact and live with. Because of one person who had lost the ability to put words on paper, so he mocked my efforts and was jealous of the time I spent writing, I don't share that part of myself with anyone who doesn't write themselves. That part of me is for me, alone.
 
Edge23 said:
I think what I'm MOST worried about isn't her hating me or thinking I'm a sicko or anything. I think I'm scared that she'll think I'm not any good at writing. She knows that I like to write and I want to be published someday, but what if I suck at it? What if she tells me I'm no good?

*sighs and stares out the window at the rain*

That's tough. That's hard. I deal with that one, in reverse.

You see, my husband also writes here, (ArtisticBiGuy). He won an award here. He's been approached to publish.

He's been writing about 4 years now. I've been writing since I was tiny and have next to no publishing credits. In part, it's because I have trouble submitting stuff. One reason I came to Literotica was to put my writing in front of people.

I don't like his writing. Honest. I don't really like his style. It's just not to my taste. He's asked me to edit for him, too, and because I'm a tough editor, he finds it incredibly difficult to have me say the slightest thing negative about his writing. Of course, if I say anything positive, then I'm "just being nice". It's a thorny situation. We've agreed that i will not read his writing without his permission, and he's gotten tougher about accepting critique. I've begun to like his style a little more, although there are some things I'll probably never really like. I also take his stuff fairly personally, because of my own fears and insecurities.

But we are still married, and we know the other writes. And we are both pretty much ok with it. At first he kept it secret from me, and when I found out, I was, indeed, very hurt -- hurt mostly that he'd kept it secret (that relates to another set of issues I won't bring up here).

But we have an loving relationship, incredibly good, incredibly wonderful. He can survive me not liking his stuff. I'm not his audience. That's just how it is. I still love HIM.
 
bashfull said:
I don't know why, either. I've given up trying to understand her. We dated for years and relished the romance...or so I thought. And we shared everything...our dreams, our laughter, our fantasies, our sexual thots. Once we got married, she changed.

you're not alone bra....
 
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