It’s been a long stressful week-and tomorrow will be the longest day of them all. I passed out on the couch about 2 hours ago.
I just came to bed, and of course now my mind is a twitter withall sorts of stupid stuff. Then I heard a woman orgasming downstairs.
Most men look at porn. Hell, I’d go so far as most people look at porn. But my knees jerk reaction was, “is it porn or is he with someone online?”
I haaaaaaaaaaaate that that is my reaction. And I hate that it still bothers me that it’s porn. Porn never really interested me, but it also never bothered me. Now, it feels like an infringement upon…I’m not sure what, my relationship, me?
And I don’t feel guilty I interrupted him.
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