CAUTION: If you do not want to hear about my sex life I suggest you read no further. Especially since it may make face-to-face encounters with me and my husband uncomfortable in the future because all you will be thinking of is what I wrote here and not concentrating on my brilliant ability to monopolize a conversation with seemingly mundane and trivial facts that prove I spend way too much time watching TV.
You have been warned! This blog is going to be a lot more raw than my other one (if that is even possible) so a lot more stuff is going to be discussed, stuff I would never dream of discussing in mommyland. If you do not care about reading about my sex life because, hey, you already read about my most private parts on my other blog, read on with gusto. I know I love reading about other people's issues in this department too. I hold no blame to the lure of personal problems that may be more scandalous than my own. It's intoxicating, I know. Why do you think reality TV is such a big hit?
I discovered how to make my husband talk to me!
All I have to do is give him sex.
If I don't he is all moody and irritable, yet telling me he's "fine" whenever I ask what is wrong.
I am not stupid, I know when he is in a foul mood, and when that mood is directed at me. And the only time he gets upset is if we haven't had sex in a while. Since I have not been feeling too great lately, all tired and worn out from work and emotionally drained from everything else, plus not feeling desirable because I feel huge and disgusting, I have not initiated anything and brushed off his feeble attempts. This sets him in a foul mood with the lack of talking and sulking about. This mood gets me in a foul mood and we sit around being foul in separate rooms until I give in, essentially give him what he wants. Then he is all smiles and lovey and affectionate and I am pissed because I caved again just to get him to act normal.
The act is getting old.
I wonder what will happen if I don't give in?
(My behind the scenes of my NYC trip posts will be coming shortly. I wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to read the pretty Disney versions on my other blog before showing the trips true colors.)
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I like the way you say Disney version. ha ha Was the trip really that bad? As long as you are nice to me on here, we'll be fine.
My hubby and I have issues with sex. We seem to be on different time schedules and want it when the other one doesn't. I am sure all married couples or couples in general have them too. You either fight about not getting it or when you do have sex, something is wrong. I am not saying this to cheer you up. I am just reminding you it happens to everyone. I just wish we all knew to solve them and just fuck our brains out.
Usually in my relationship, it is the other way. Not that he is upset after the fact, though.
LOL! "pretty, Disney version..."
Usually, it's me sulking about not getting sex, and feeling undesirable, unattractive, unimportant, and ignored because of it. Yes, we all hate that if we want any, we have to initiate, but, according to my DH and a few good guy friends of mine, guys hate it just the same.
I hate to quote my mother but... "It's like after the newness of discovery wears off, and you've been together for a while, it becomes something you "have" to do, in order to keep that part of your relationship healthy. Like brushing your teeth." I hate that description, because I feel it trivializes, and nobody wants sex to be a chore, either, but, what it means is, just like "You have to be a friend in order to have a friend", if you want sex you have to provide it. And providing sex usually breeds more sex. We should all practice sex more often than we do. Just like we do the dishes and the laundry and all of those other things that are necessary. After all, sex is good for your health- it wards off colds, boosts your mood, increases the "feel good" hormones, and burns calories. Why we all still think we have to save it for "date night" or holidays, or other special occasions, I don't know. We are one messed up society.
I actually had a screaming fit at my DH last week, because he was still in bed when I got home one morning, and I thought it would be a good time, so I hurried to feed the animals, changed out of my sweaty clothes and cleaned up a bit (because he hates sweaty) and the fucker had gotten up, gotten out of bed and was eating cereal in front of the computer.
And I was just trying to be nice, thoughtful, considerate and provide some quality time for him.
Marriage kills sex. He says he wants it every morning. My mom's standard is that they only are hard and wanting it in the morning because they have to pee really bad.
I don't mind doing it in the morning, but half of the week I work, which means getting up early, and being on a time schedule, so it's not realistic. The other half, I'm trying to let him sleep in since I don't have to get up early and disturb him. Plus, I like walking the dogs early, before it gets too hot out. So... I prefer any other time, and especially bedtime, but he's not interested then.
That's what frustrates me. Currently, we both sit around here together all day doing nothing, each person off in their own world, and there's plenty of time for sex, but it isn't happening. It's like he has no concept of it.
How's that for raw?
I think if you've found a way to make your husband happy and keep him that way, you might as well use it to your advantage, hon, whether you're in the right mindset for it, or not. Use those feminine wiles!
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