The latest
I don’t know who am I writing this for anymore. Is it for my husband to read or is this for the future me. I think I’m leaning towards the latter. He wouldn’t even read the first post. He is like a deep well, nothing reaches the bottom. I cry almost every day. I’m very conflicted. I called this blog: “struggles of a rebellious mind” for a reason: if I did everything my husband wants me to do (work full time, be skinny and wear lingerie, workout with him, cook, clean, have sex with him every night, ignore his spending, listen to his plans of being rich every day for hours and actively praise him for being a genius, fold his laundry, help him with his business, let him stay up and drink alcohol with the neighbor, clean up his mess after him, give him more money every months etc) then, only then my husband would treat me right. I’m intelligent enough to know that it is wrong. He will never be able to find anyone able to put up with this. I work five days a week. I f...