Forgive me Prosebox for I have sinned .. it has been 1 year and 3 weeks since my last entry. I got married.
But anyone who cares knew that already. We had a fight this morning. I swear he finds ways to fight with me on my day off so I can never really enjoy it … but today it was all me.
I wanted to have everything my way and I felt I deserved it. His feelings be damned! I wanted him to bring me coffee to the bedroom like he has every other morning since we’ve been married. He didn’t today, and that pissed me off. Is this the start of the comfortable marriage shit? Um homie don’t play that. All my married friends (guys of course) say they never get head. I suck you off at least 3 times a week. Sometimes twice a day. And I work. And I just wanted you to bring me the fucking coffee okay?
I yelled at him down the hallway as he was about to leave. “I hope you fuck a whore.”
Now, I don’t really wish this. But I was approaching the bathroom and I could smell that he had put on body spray. For who? For who? Probably the poor son of a bitch who was going to sell him lunch from the store, but he knows I have my issues and he loves to play on them when we fight.
Its never very long and we always make up and fucking … we’re married now. I know the end will be okay. But right now i’m kinda ticked cause I could have spent all day watching Breaking Bad.
No spoilers please.
Anyway, right before I chose to write I got a call from his best man asking if he could stop by with some wine. I guess Nick had told him “I wanted space” (Which was actually true.) so he didn’t know where we stood. I told him to head on over. I’m tired of wasting the day.
Hi.
<3
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