Ok so for all of those men out there that accuse women of being wishy washy ... of toying with you guys, of letting you believe one thing is going to lead to another and then it doesn't and you believe all women are this way. I personally am not that fuckin' way. If I mean to do something, it happens. If I don't, I don't even let it get started. If I'm not sure, I make it 100% clear up front that I'll try but that I might not be able to follow through, thus taking the fault away from me, as he entered into it knowing that it might not happen. For those of you who think women are so horrible for doing that stuff I listed above ... well, women aren't the only ones. Guys do it too. I'm pissed right now because of it.
I was trying to overlook all this bullshit that's been going on with my husband and I. We were starting to goof off before bed, and early might I add, now it's 11, when this began it was merely 10:15. He plays around for a half an hour before abruptly stopping and snapping at me that he just wants to fucking go to sleep ... yes HE said 'fucking', not me. WHAT THE FUCK? Is my husband secretly gay or something? He led me to believe we were getting somewhere in the sack and then just stopped and snapped at me. I've offered him things that probably not many other self respecting women would open up so completely to. He turns them down, ALL of them. Am I ugly? What is the deal?
But fine, see, whatever the hell he was thinking tonight I don't know. Tomorrow is his birthday. I KNOW he's planning on getting birthday sex. Guess what, because of having to worry about his precious schedule of needing to get right home after the funeral so he could cut wood (which he didn't even do any of) we came straight home and then we had to leave to go do a bunch of SHIT for HIM. He had to hurry and do all of this so he could get home and work on his precious truck. Lo and behold, look what was forgotten today ... birth control. THAT means that he will NOT be getting birthday sex because I'll have skipped my normal time to take a dose, as I won't be able to go get it until later tomorrow due to things I have going on in the morning that I can't just push back or change or cancel. So the joke will be on him, because now that he's pulled all this shit on me, I FULLY intend on waiting until we're getting into bed and he thinks something is going to go on, then I intend on telling him that the birth control dose is fucked up so I don't want to risk it, so oh yeah, no sex.
What a bastard pulling all of this shit in the week of our anniversary? The rate this week is going, there's no way we'll be ok come Friday. 2 years we'll have been married. Together for 4 years this past march, 5 years this coming march. 22 years we've known each other. All of it feels like such a joke. A waste of time. At this point in time I wish we weren't even married. I absolutely hate him right now for making me feel this way. I told him he upset me tonight, I told him I was tired of his playing mind games, letting me think one thing and then it being another and he KNOWS that I've about given up on trying to guess his motives for anything. So he quite literally was just fucking with me because he knew I wouldn't have assumed anything else.
We're suposed to have planned to go out on Friday, dinner, movie, whatever else, customary anniversary sex. I don't feel like doing ANY of that. I feel like going out and getting drunk with friends and leaving him the fuck behind. I feel like doing that right now. I wish it wasn't so cold out now because I'd like to go drive around, but I'll freeze my ass off and aside from that I think dad just went to bed so he'll wonder why I just took off in the middle of the night. FUCK, I forgot to get milk ... because my husband decided he wanted to hang out with friends instead so I had to entertain the friends that came that weren't his. Then it was already 8 pm or later before they left, so I needed to eat dinner. Then he started his other crap. Oh well, so what if I don't get my glass in the morning. Not like I'm gonna die, just going to have a really scratchy horrible feeling sore throat.
I want so badly to wake him up and tell him to leave, but if I do that he'll have to go past my dad and then he'll just go across the street to the farm. They'll want to know what's going on. Then within miliseconds of that the rest of his family will know something's up and we'll lose all of our privacy, not that there's much left. Maybe this week is the powers that be way of telling me we need to be over and it's not worth trying because it's always going to be something fucked up every time I think things are sort of ok.
I give up. I don't even care what happens. I just really hate it because now I'm pissed, and wired, and even though I only had three and a half hours sleep last night, I'll be up til 3am at least tonight, and have to get up after about three or four hours of sleep again in the morning. Leaving me completely wiped out. He's sleeping fucking peacefully. I tell you one thing, I'm probably going to sleep on the floor tonight because I don't trust myself sleeping next to him, even on top of the blankets. If he rolls over and touches me I'm liable to begin strangling him or something worse. I just want out of this. Badly. I hate him.



