- 11:26 PM, Tuesday
July 20th, 2004:
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- Dear
Adam,
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- Losin' my mind,
losin' my mind, losin' my mind. What the fuck Adam?
You know the answer and you can't face it. You
cannot spend the rest of your sexual life with
Jessica. It is an impossibility. You've played
every goddamn scenerio in your mind, and there's no
way you can function and still be faithful to
her. And hell, you couldn't even cheat
succesffully - you'd just end up losing your shit,
taking drugs - doing whatever
necessary.
-
- You have to
leave her. It has to happen. You have to do it.
You have to stop worrying that that is the
only reason and just fucking realize that it's
important enough to give up and sacrifice a good
mother to your children and a best friend. Your
entire ego and self confidence stems from how
other's view you and how you view yourself.
Without the fuel of sex, attractiveness, passion -
that part of you is completely dead. Your sexuality
defines you. You have loved women since birth. You
have been attracted to women as early as
you could walk. You had girlfriends in
kindergarten for christ's sake. You have always had
passionate love affairs and they define who you
are. Without it, you're not fully you. And this
constant rationalization with Jessica is going to
be the fuckin' death of you and your dreams...not
only "fame" dreams, but "family" dreams as
well.
-
- How do you even
dare to risk the rest of your life when it's so
obvious? Just because it's comfortable?
JESUS get some balls dude. Why do
you risk alienating the relationship you can
always have with her by starting a family that
YOU KNOW will result in a resentment so strong
you'll be disgusted to even look at her? Why when
you're so close now, and could truly continue that
if you don't continue this marriage? What the fuck
are you waiting for? And why do you sit and worry
about finding another person like her? What kind of
man are you Adam? When have you ever held on so
tightly to what you have? You've always risked
everything because you have faith in yourself.
Especially when women are concerned. How on earth
do you expect to make it, say - show a movie
studio/tv studio they can put faith in you when you
don't have the balls to get what you want at home?
Who is going to buy into your bullshit?
-
- Could the
writing be anymore on the wall? Fuckin' shit Adam.
What good is a great mother to your children when
you can't describe passion to them? Goddamnit.
Don't ever, ever, ever put your dick into that
woman again Adam. Your love for her is as a friend,
and if you don't see that right this second - you
will regret it for the rest of your life. Do this
now. Stand up for yourself NOW. Immediately. Your
entire life will change right in front of your eyes
if you stand-up for yourself at this moment. If you
give into the "comforts" of this relationship, you
will give-in for the rest of your life. Be, a
FUCKING, man already.
-
- AHHHHHHHH. You
are indeed full of rage. That dream was so right.
It was so foreshadowing how you will
eventually feel about her, if you don't
already. You are friends. Jesus - Adam, don't you
think that the whole "jealousy" thing is a
CLUE? What other husband has no problem seeing
their wife in another relationship with another
man? Could there be any bigger sign that you're
just friends? Why must you confuse this so much?
Fuckin shit, fuckin' shit, fuckin SHIT already.
You're gonna be 30 next year and you can't figure
this out? What more do you need? Jess to hold your
hand and give you an "out"? Just so you can tell
everyone this was mutual? Just so you don't
FEEL BAD? Are you kidding? Why the hell do you
care? Is it really that much more acceptable to say
that you AGREED to split-up rather than just
admitting you were completely unsatisfied and
miserable and made the choices to change that? Fuck
man. I honestly just can't believe how much of a
pussy you are in all this. I mean I'd hope that
even Jessica would respect you more for that, than
having to constantly wait for her lead on this. And
truly, she's the most indecisive woman on the
planet. It's a common joke among your mutual
friends to not ask her where she wants to eat. It
is not uncommon for 30 minutes to pass during
that process. It's endearing to a point, but
makes for this situation to be
unbearable.
-
- So Adam, no
matter what, stop thinking this is feasible. If you
care at ALL about your well-being for the next
30-40 years of your life, get OUT. You have to. You
deserve more, and obviously so does Jess. There's a
reason you're not jealous thinking of Jess with
another man...because Jess would be better off with
another man. Period.
-
- The path of
least resistance here will lead you to misery. And
serious misery. All you've experienced up to this
point has been "depression-lite". You bring a kid
into the works with a woman you aren't passionate
about get ready for some serious shit. You think
you won't cheat? Yeah, right. Not only will you
cheat on Jess, you'll be cheating on that kid. You
wanna walk into a disastrous family situation? What
the fuck are you thinking man.
-
- Oh and remember
how you looked back on that little 2 page thingee
you wrote about Burgundie about 8 weeks before you
got married in 1996? How she didn't seem to "love
you" like that, you were just friends, very
little sex? Remember how badly THAT hurt to
read about a year later? Well multiply that shit by
100 now. Because you've already fallen into the
same situation twice and you're actually
contemplating kids with her simply because she may
be able to work from home? Dude - a HOOKER can work
from home man, get your priorities straight. Wow, a
prostitute would kill two birds wouldn't it....
LOL. There, feels good to laugh.
-
- Ok, so that's
how you feel sitting at work at 4:41 PM,
Tuesday July 20th, 2004. Don't fucking forget it
man. You know how you felt last night. Sitting
there ALONE with your wife in bed next to you. It
is not in here nature, deal with this now. Now
Adam. You're risking disaster.
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- Adam.
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- I have no
idea where the strength will come from, but
I have to do this. I HAVE to. Christ I'm
away from the house for what, 6 hours? And I have
all this fly out of me? It's there, it's done. There
is nothing, more, to say. Believe, believe,
believe.
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