<?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-12318407</id><updated>2011-05-03T07:31:04.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah the Adultress</title><subtitle type='html'>Savannah was my wife and I tried to love her as best as I could; I gave her my life, but she cheated on me twice.  This is a place to talk about cheating, adultery, and all of the consequences involved.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahtheadultress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12318407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahtheadultress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will Ballesteros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847662465623497862</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318407.post-111403604242860949</id><published>2005-04-20T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:27:04.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah the Adultress</title><content type='html'>I am a victim of adultery. Lets just say the last month of my "marriage", my wife had cut me off completely. She would not touch me, hug me, kiss me, let alone make love to me. She suffered from vaginitis (then she thought she had a yeast infection) and told me that if I respected her that I would not try to have sex with her. And our sex life was never great either. I hadtaken her back after she had cheated on me the first time, only to get denied the same sex that she gave the guy the she cheated on me with. In a marriage there needs to be that emotional and intimate connection, especially when you want to give everything to someone.But I loved her anyways despite our very, very shallow intimacy - I put a roof over her head, tried to forgive her for cheating on me the first time, and give her my soul and my love. Now together again, she had difficulty being intimate and being affectionate (I.E. giving hugs) and I was getting very frustrated. I had poured 150% into the relationship, trying desperetly to win her affection, buying her gifts, cooking her dinner - sometimes my frustration would lead to bitter arguments. Arguments that revealed a side of me that was not what I wanted to be. She would get frustrated too, I could see that she struggled because honestly she was not attracted to me. Then one month she decided to cut me off altogether. Her explanation was that she loved me, but she didn't know how. That she could not live with me, but could not live without me. She did not want to loose me, but was not willing to try in the relationship.Our fights had gotten us kicked out of our studio, but I saw it as a way to maybe bring our relationship back together. The notion of missing somebody makes them fonder. Plus the relationship was abusive and maybe a temporary seperation was in our best interest. She was fine with the idea. However, the day we moved out of our studio, she told me to go ahead and divorce her. She was being stubborn, despite my pleas that this marriage could work if we both tried. But she was ignoring me, so in desperation I took her dog back to my place without her knowing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12318407-111403604242860949?l=savannahtheadultress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahtheadultress.blogspot.com/feeds/111403604242860949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12318407&amp;postID=111403604242860949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12318407/posts/default/111403604242860949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12318407/posts/default/111403604242860949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahtheadultress.blogspot.com/2005/04/savannah-adultress_111403604242860949.html' title='Savannah the Adultress'/><author><name>Will Ballesteros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847662465623497862</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318407.post-111403544491574467</id><published>2005-04-20T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:17:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah Cont....</title><content type='html'>Later that day when she inquired about the dog, I lied and told her that I did not have the dog, but after she told me that she wanted to work this marriage out, I surrendered to her and surrendered the little puppy back to her. Later that night, we had agreed that we were going to start over- she was going to give herself to me, I apoligized for taking her dog - I told her that I love her and I would give her the world if she would just ask. We kissed deeply, then she went home. That was the last thing we ever did as a married couple. She promised to meet me the next day, but she did not show up. A week passed without a phone call, and I was frantic. She did call me though at 1AM, only to tell me that she was enjoying some other guys pierced penis (forgive my honesty) and that now I had a reason to divorce her. She went into very gruesome detail about how after the phone call she was going to make love to him all night. What hurt the most is that she still had vaginitis, but was having sex with this guy - getting used by him - but would not be with me after I loved her and took care of her. Words fail to describe how she made me feel. If there is anybody out there that has a similar situation, you are not alone  Please pray for me and Savannah Ballesteros as I am going through this. I realize now that I was not fun enough for her, she wanted what was "greener" on the other side. This has killed me soul, I am devasted by its affects - please people never cheat on your spouse! 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