Sometimes J is an enigma to me. Lately he has taken up the behaviour of asking me what I am doing every day. And it seems that cooking meals, the washing up does not count. Neither does writing reviews up at Epinions, or working on my embroidery count. I don't like him doing this. It makes me feel useless and small. Hellfire, I pay rent here! And it's a sizable chunk of my monthly check to boot.
Grrr. I had to get this out before i started to scream at him. I know that there's all sorts of upheaval at his job, and I can understand that. I just wish he could find another way of venting it.
I am trying to cope with my overeating/craving for sweets is my way of self-medication. They say that admitting to a problem is the first step in fixing it.
I might as well get this out there too -- men are not nearly as accepting as women are. They never seem to be aware of their own shortcomings, but oh boy, are they ready to point out everyone elses. I wish J would stop whinging on about sex. I'm more than willing to accommidate his needs, and even his variety of needs, but he also wants me to be a ho' about it, and seriously, that's not going to happen. To me it is degrading to be all prossied up, he sees it as a woman wanting sex.
Why can't people let others just be? The world would be a much happier place.
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