<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:05:04.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girlfriend Confessional</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-7144018784306249572</id><published>2008-01-14T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:18:46.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I honestly love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessional 36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think it is funny that in public we look like a regular couple, and compared to others we seem so normal. If only people knew what we are like in public! We are the definition of dysfunctional. Our fights are violent, physical and loud, screaming matches, we swear like British sailors. If people knew the real us they would wonder why we are even together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessional 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babe, you have gotten really fat! Seriously hunny it seems like you gained 40 lbs in a month. You keep eating fatty foods and snacks and drinking, it isn't helping your love handles. And not being able to fit into your jeans should kinda be a wake up call for you. Go back to the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessional 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I am addicted to porn, I am so sorry you feel hurt. I am ashamed that I don't have more self control as a woman, I mean you don't look at the stuff. Please try not to be disgusted with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessional 39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You being a cart boy at the grocery store kind of embarrasses me. Can you please try for something better? And for godsakes get your damn degree already, you have been in college 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessional 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am pregnant, I am scared you aren't ready. I am also scared we will regret everything in life from this point on. I wanted a baby but after you mature some. I am praying for a girl so a little boy  doesn't grow up to be like you and every male in your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessional 41 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You need to get your vagina fixed, I love saying that to you, because you are such a manly man, but youact like such a woman when it comes to sex. I am full, not in the mood, oh the mood is gone, I am tired. BLAH BLAH BLAH. You are a guy so why does it take so much to get you in the sack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-7144018784306249572?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7144018784306249572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=7144018784306249572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/7144018784306249572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/7144018784306249572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-honestly-love-you.html' title='I honestly love you'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-1024870489853072169</id><published>2007-12-28T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:27:36.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sorry for such a space between posts, but we were low on the confessionals! Keep on sending them in girlfriends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confessional 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love the ring, it is beautiful. It was a great Christmas present, even if we picked it out together, and it wasn't a surprise. The only problem is I cannot bear to part with it to get it sized, it is a little bit too big. I just don't want to be without it for a week. I am so attached!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confessional 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ugh Ugh Ugh. Why do you insist on touching my radio? When we are in your car we listen to your crap music, so how come you think in my car we have to listen to your crap music? My car My music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confessional 33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Our four year anniversary was great, it was just nice, quiet, good dinner, I love you so much, I love that we have been together for four years, up and down, but overall great. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confessional 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have made a decision, one more year. If you do not propose in the next year, I am done. I can't wait anymore on I don't knows and unsure answers. Either I am the one or I am not. I want to start a life with you, start a future, a family. I just want to know that there will be a future for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confessional 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You know how I joke about your mom being mean? I am not actually joking. She is really a huge rude bitch. I mean she is just not a nice person. You say she doesn't like me because I go out of my way to ignore her. I go out of my way because her mean attitude makes me uncomfortable. I am not looking forward to her as a mother in law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-1024870489853072169?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1024870489853072169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=1024870489853072169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/1024870489853072169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/1024870489853072169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-you-fall-i-will-catch-you-ill-be.html' title='If you fall I will catch you, I&apos;ll be waiting'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-6566675773369195751</id><published>2007-11-11T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T06:59:43.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my boyfriend of so many years, so tell me why do I dream about him at least once a week? They are always so vivid and crazy and full of passion, the dream I had last night we kissed and kissed and kissed. You have not kissed me in over a year. I used to dream about you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That moment, that one moment where you and I finds the exact same thing so incredibly funny that we laugh and laugh and laugh until we can barely breathe, like finding something on a movie and rewinding it a million times and barely stopping ourselves from peeing our pants. In that moment I can believe again I can spend my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such an asshole, you ditch me for your dumb friends. I know what you are doing you make plans with me and then they call and you break your plans with me so that they know you are in control of the relationship and that I do not control you in anyway. But it was our first date night in a while. I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you I am in physical pain you totally just brush me off like it is nothing. HELP ME! you are the one in training to be and RN why can't you tell me what is wrong when you know I just can't afford another Dr. visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think you are abusive. I think it is funny. You are abusive. But little do they know I abuse you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost bought this absolutely beautiful CZ engagement and wedding band set from Avon. It was $30 for the pair and I wanted to wear it and pretend we were engaged. We will never be engaged but that is what I wanted for the style and size of stone and band. I couldn't buy it though, because it was fake, I know it was fake, fake like this relationship that is going no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-6566675773369195751?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6566675773369195751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=6566675773369195751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/6566675773369195751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/6566675773369195751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-loved-you-with-fire-red-now-its.html' title='I loved you with a fire red, now it&apos;s turning blue'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-7966673396350257481</id><published>2007-10-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:35:08.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see how far we've come....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sorry the confessions have been piling up! We were busy not celebrating sweetest day, and other random IMPORTANT anniversaries.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I tried to cheat on you last night. You ditched me so I put on my hooker boots and a short skirt and did my hair and makeup. I was so flippin hot it wasn't even funny. Grabbed some friends and went to the bar, where I proceeded to drink and drink and drink. And I flirted with that guy who you think is just a "friend" god did I flirt, and I tried to get a damn kiss or some action, something. But nope didn't get anywhere with him. But I tried. And I feel bad and guilty and more alive than I have in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tonight is the anniversary of the first time we made love. Four years ago this very day. And you would have rathered have gone to Hooters (which you did) than see me. Why can't you care about what makes us a couple as much as I do. Why can't you realize that four years ago I gave my body and heart to you completely and all you ever do is stomp all over it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Is it weird that I think about him more than I think about you? I think it is weird. And I want him out of my head, and I want to be happy being bored with you. Bored and happy and fat. Only I am bored and fat, and so so unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I am your girlfriend. I am right? So when were you planning on telling me that you have a crazy ex? I mean a psycho ex who is threatening to kill me? And threatening to kill our dog? Um, just wondering if you were ever planning on sharing that little detail that affects my well being? I will give you the credit that she is so beautiful, but damn she is not right in the head. But if she touches my dog, she will be the one dead. You better do something about her and quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sometimes I think you are so immature that I feel like I am babysitting. What am I going to do with you? You are such a little man boy. Minus the man of course. I need adult time, I need adult conversations. Haven't you been getting my hints where I tell you to read a certain book, or go to coffee houses with me, or talking about taking dance classes. Life has so much to offer and so much opportunity to learn and grow. But we are just not growing, growing apart maybe but I want to grow with you and be fun educated interesting adults. We aren't going to get any younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-7966673396350257481?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7966673396350257481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=7966673396350257481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/7966673396350257481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/7966673396350257481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-see-how-far-weve-come.html' title='Let&apos;s see how far we&apos;ve come....'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-8313032749006597439</id><published>2007-10-08T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:14:29.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love me do</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Confession 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love that when we talk about our hypothetical future children you get all protective and manly when we talk about if we had girls and they had boyfriends. You are so funny talking about how you would never let our daughter date someone like you, because of all the things we did when we were younger. I think you will make an excellent father and I hope I get to know that part of you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Confession 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How do I love thee? So many many ways. You are so completely wonderful to me I cannot even explain it. Sometimes I cannot believe how big of a jerk you can be, but that is natural, you can't always be perfectly nice, I know I am a huge bitch a lot of the time. But when we are laying there in the dark and you bury your face in my hair and kiss my neck I know that all the petty fights and arguments mean nothing compared to moments like this. I believe that we were made for each other, we are opposite and the exact same. You are my half and I am yours. We are going to have a wonderful life together I cannot wait to grow old with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Confession 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think we are going to be ok... eventually.... not now..... not for a long time. Eventually it will be natural and not forced, eventually it will be thoughtful and romantic and happy again. I am willing to stick it out, because waiting for it to be how great it was is easy. Knowing that we can possibly get back to how great we were makes the hurt of waiting a little easier. I have waited for you and for so many things in this relationship. I know what it feels like to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Confession 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know my role in this relationship. I know I have to be the strong one, the fighter, the do-er. Because if left up to you we would be over, because you believe it is easier to walk away and deal with the pain then to be together and work through our issues. You hate talking and you would rather be indifferent then cry with me. So I will fight and work and talk even when you don't want to hear me anymore. Because I believe you are the one, I cannot believe that I actually still believe that but that kiss that wonderful tender kiss the other night that made me weep after you left is why I still know you are the one. I did not weep for sadness but I wept for joy that I can feel so much with the slightest kiss from you, that my heart felt so full that I thought it would burst out of me and that is why I wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-8313032749006597439?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8313032749006597439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=8313032749006597439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/8313032749006597439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/8313032749006597439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-love-me-do.html' title='Love love me do'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-4915705111288613537</id><published>2007-10-03T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:52:43.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Since this Girlfriend took the time to type all this out I am going to give her one whole post to herself. KEEP YOUR HEAD UP GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Confession15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Man oh Man you really are a piece of work. You are something else. How did I ever get so freaking lucky? Other people get to win the lottery, I got the world's worst Boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FIRST the thing that is literally killing our relationship. Your addiction to PORN. It is gross. IS IT NORMAL???? I do not know because I sure as hell do not think it is. I think it is gross perverted and nasty. I think a grown man in his 20's who has a girlfriend should not be looking at Porn. I think you should stop, I want you to stop, you should stop because it makes me feel nasty disrespected and like I am dating a humongous pervert. Seriously what is wrong with you? Is normal good clean sex not good enough. Obviously not since you choose to watch Nasty porn and wank off everyday. Yeah and it is not like I can go around asking random people if their boyfriends/husbands watch computer porno and if it is normal. So I guess I have no clue if it is normal, but I know I need you to stop, and you won't....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SECOND, honey I think you are turning into an Alky. You have blown me off on more than one occasion to drink, you cannot go one week without drinking. You have been drinking since you were 15, and I really do not see how it is going to stop in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;GOD I just do not know. We have been together for SIX years, I do not remember knowing all these things about you for the first five years. But this last year, the fights, finding out your DIRTY lil secrets, this last year has killed me. This last year has made me lose so much respect for you and hate you somedays. How did we get like this? How I just don't understand. I believed with all my heart you were the one I wanted to build a life with, I believed I found the man that had fixed my heart and accepted by quirky uniqueness. I just feel like I have no idea who you have turned into anymore. Who are you? You are not the man that asked me out. You are not the man that has let me see his tears and his fears and vunerabilities. I hate who you have become. This Jerk, this tight ass UNFUN Addicted to Porn and booze and GOD knows what else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You have broken me. You literally have made it so I never want to love another man again. I would rather die alone then have to go through this with another person. I am so afraid that if I left you and got close to another man he would be just like you. No one deserves the kind of lover that you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wish one of us would put me out of my misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-4915705111288613537?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4915705111288613537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=4915705111288613537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/4915705111288613537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/4915705111288613537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/10/longest-confessional.html' title='The longest confessional'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-5454453658006866154</id><published>2007-09-28T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:39:25.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday confessionals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am just going to keep pushing you away. I thought you were the one and the realization that you aren't is more than I can take sometimes and it is all I can do to get through the day thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wish I could take back the moment you asked me out I would fucking say NO, I would say no and walk..no RUN away from you, You are such a coward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession11&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You are mainly the reason I had to get on anti-depression medication. I hate you a little for it, but I feel a lot better, if you didn't make me so depressed I wanted to kill myself every second of every day I probably never would have gotten on the medicine, I know I would have killed myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sometimes the only reason I have sex with you is so that you don't look at porn and jerk off as much, because I think it is the most disgusting nasty thing a man can do. And I would rather be bored having sex with you then feel nasty just sitting next to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Confession13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't know if I am in love with you, or just really obsessed with you. Love and hate are really the same and I am having a hard time figuring it out.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate having to give you ultimatums. YOU should figure out you want to marry me and stop talking to that skanky ex girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-5454453658006866154?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5454453658006866154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=5454453658006866154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/5454453658006866154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/5454453658006866154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/09/confession9-i-am-just-going-to-keep.html' title='Friday confessionals'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-2106234036781880771</id><published>2007-09-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:30:58.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday Confessionals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;KEEP THE CONFESSIONALS ROLLING IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Confession4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know you are the one, you make my heart full and whole and you make me want to live for the future. But you broke my heart when you told me you didn't know if I was the one. I don't know if I will ever recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Confession5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I just wanted to confess I am glad to see a blog like this, I can relate with some of the confessions already. Mine? Well I have a lot of secrets from my boyfriend. But I wish I could tell him that I hate him for making me into this depressed fat ugly person. I hate him for making it so I cannot control my emotions and I feel like no one will ever want me. He has me trapped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Confession6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My confession: I am falling in love with an older man, 15 years older actually. But the thing is I feel more mature than you, I feel that he and I have so much in common, books movies goals ideals. You just want to be carefree and uncommitted for the rest of your life, you have no plans. He is ready to start a family. And you know what the reason I am falling in love with him is because he and I have had some of the most intelligent conversations. He understands literature. And you have no clue... about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Confession7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I don't understand you? How can you not ever be jealous? I try to make you jealous but you just obviously don't care. I don't get it, I lie I flirt I do everything and still you just don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Confession8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I love how excited you get when I fake interest in one of your stupid hobbies. I love that you pay attention to me and fawn over me when I ask you to teach me your video games or about football or whatever. If I have to lie and fake interest to be closer to you, then I gladly do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-2106234036781880771?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2106234036781880771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=2106234036781880771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/2106234036781880771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/2106234036781880771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/09/manic-monday-confessionals.html' title='Manic Monday Confessionals'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-8206034477501369031</id><published>2007-09-21T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:52:14.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast confessions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow you guys are fast, there was already at least five confessions this morning. Keep them coming!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Confession1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You may have cheated on me five times but I still love you, you may have broken my heart into a million pieces but I am still with you, I may be the stupidest woman on the planet because I know you will never change, WHAT is wrong with me?*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**I confess I do look at your computer, I do look for emails conversations porn links, something that will make me respect you less and less until I just cannot stand to be around you for one more second. You know I look on your computer so you delete everything, I hate that and it makes me distrust and hate you even more.**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confession3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***I love you I really do, but I have cheated on you, I have cheated on you with your brother, I hate that I love being with him, he hates that I love you. Please don't find out because I can't stop being with either of you....***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6135017466936925122-8206034477501369031?l=thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8206034477501369031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6135017466936925122&amp;postID=8206034477501369031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/8206034477501369031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135017466936925122/posts/default/8206034477501369031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlfriendconfessional.blogspot.com/2007/09/fast-confessions.html' title='Fast confessions!'/><author><name>TheGirlfriendConfessional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15706141782099378692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135017466936925122.post-6268749455369658508</id><published>2007-09-21T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:41:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This blog is for the confessions (whether good or bad) of girlfriends everywhere. 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