The Lifestyle of a Texting Marriage

By Toni Wilborn

It’s about the husband going to graduate from a prestige college and to have his wife at his graduation. All this is done by a text message. And landing the job making over $100,000 and paying off what he owes his wife and showering his wife with lots of gifts and trips—to take his wife away from driving trucks and to meet the rest of the family to remarry her with a perfect wedding ring.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662472879

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The Lifestyle of a Texting Marriage

Toni Wilborn

Copyright © 2022 Toni Wilborn

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

ISBN 978-1-6624-7286-2 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-7287-9 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

A True Story

To the Most High God

A True Story

The Lifestyle of a Texting Marriage

Living in a universe of different backgrounds and things of diversity, Larry is from another country, and I, Mary, am from the United States of America.

Larry is going to a well-known, prestigious school, studying in the field of crime causation, behavioral patterns, and criminality over here in the United States of America. He said he holds degrees. All our kids are grown and over the age of twenty. I am a truck driver. I’ve been in my field for more than twenty years. As we talked for many years, we decided to go with our careers first. Larry said, I am going to finish school. It will take me three years to complete.

I said, I am going to finish paying off this truck and continue to run my truck business. By the time you finish your school, this truck lease should be up, and then I can pay on the buyout payments. Then the truck will be mine.

One day, Larry asked me to marry him. It all started with a simple text. Larry had asked me to give him my ring size so he can go buy a wedding ring for me.

But I was uncertain. I thought it was the number that I gave him. I was so busy.

I did not have time to go pick him up a ring, but he said he bought the ring he was wearing on the picture. I met Larry’s cousin and her husband at the courthouse. I call her Jezebel. Larry met me at my truck. I would park it in the same place for a while so that we could meet up in person on several occasions.

Just by a simple text message, saying words with picture text messages as well as text messages, no one really knows if the one texting is there or not. He then picked out a date and said, Come join me at the city hall to get married. I was working my way across the country. It took me about three days. I had to make a stop by the house to grab some papers. Soon then, we met up in front of a judge. Then Jezebel gave the wedding ring over to Larry.

Larry tried to put the ring on my finger, but it was hard. Then with a little lubrication, it slid on.

After the ceremony, we all had left. So time went on, I had to go right back to work.

Larry took me back to where the truck was parked. He had stayed only for a few moments and said, Got to get back and study my books. I’ll give you a call, and you drive safe.

But instead, it turned out to be a text message saying, I made it home. I’ll call you tomorrow.

I slept in my truck right there until the next day. I called Larry and told him the ring was causing pain, and my finger had become swollen. He said, Hon, take it off. I’ll have to get you another ring that fits.

While Larry was on the phone, I decided to text over a picture to show him the ring was causing my finger to become swollen. Well, I went to a store and bought us a set of wedding bands. I sent his to him.

This ring had not changed color at all, but he had something to say in a text about the ring. Does family matter?

Now the only way I make love to my husband is by taking pictures of my naked body and sending it to him. Everything I do in this text marriage, I must put it in a text picture or just text him. There is a big difference in being in someone’s face on a day-to-day basis, even having sex.

I did everything that a physical person does for her spouse, but I did it in a form of texting. I cooked. I cleaned. I washed clothes. I lay in the bed. I took showers. I even got to have sex with him in his mind.

I made videos and sent them to him as well, showing him I was coming so he could ejaculate. I involved him in everything I did through text pictures to show him how I worked, even when the truck had broken down in different state and I had to get a hotel room.

I even texted him a picture of me in the hospital. I would try to visit with him and get a hotel room and go to church. I would visit him on Friday nights until early Monday morning.

But he would text me pictures he found online, and I would take those pictures and put my naked body on them and send it right back to him in a text message.

The one word that I get hung on is the word miss. This word is used for a girl, woman, and married woman over there in his country, but we use it in a different way in America.

Note: I have bought my husband name-brand clothes, shoes, coats, and computer for school and gave him an iPhone 5.

So I told him, Now that we are married, you can hold on to the credit card if you need to use it.

Then one day, he decided to say the wrong words to me, and I got my phone line back.

I was just making sure he had what he needs. Then he would text me and ask me for more money.

Sometimes I had to say No.

Because I have to pay out our rent in a house that he does not stay in; handle car payments; pay for the light, water, gas, telephone bills; buy food for the house; pay our health insurance and car insurance; and take care of other bills that go along with running my truck business etc. He told me I talk too much. He claimed and said he is not a dunce but will call me—his wife—a dunce.

He pulled his face off Facebook and tagged websites but is still on other websites.

When we got married, I had asked him on the phone, Let’s pull down our tagged website.

He was like, Okay. So I took my tagged page down, but he left his up. How I found