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Oct. 26th, 2005 08:12 amOkay, I admit it. I'm drunk. And to make it worse, I've been drinking out of anger. Not a good thing, considering my Irish blood.
Okay, if you haven't gathered it from my previous posts (which are admittedly somewhat vague at times) or my website, I've been suffering from what basically amounts to erectile disfunction sans penis (goddamit all to hell!!!!) for around 5 or 6 years now. Unfortunately my wife is basically a big ole bag of hormones, which presents a whole host of problems. Understandably, she's been getting more and more frustrated as time goes by. Seriously, I don't blame her. If our situations were reversed, I'm sure I'd be ready to eat glass myself. But I digress. Fucking Jack Daniels. Anyway, she's been telling me over and over again that she's almost to the breaking point, to where she's about to go looking for "it" elsewhere. Granted, she is the master of the Guilt Trip, so I more or less assumed this was just another example of her guilt prowess, as in "if I make her (goddamit, she still uses female pronouns!!!!!!!!!!) feel bad enough I'll get some." I'm sure you all know guilt is a MAJOR turnoff. Anyway, she claims she's developing "feelings" for someone we go to church with. She decides to tell me this on a night I've taken off from work to take care of her (AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!) because she scratched her eye or something to that effect at work yesterday. Now mind you, said person has been a friend of both of ours for a while now, and has been over at our house nearly every day for the last week+ because we've had her truck parked outside our house. It broke, and our not-quite-a-roommate (Bill) was supposed to be fixing it. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, this among other entirely-too-conicidental occurences rolling around in my brain all night while the little misses slumbered got me angrier and angrier. Fucking Irish blood. So what did I do? I headed for the liquor cabinet. Urps. Drunk+Irish=baaaaaaaaaaad. Major fight happens as soon as I wake her up.
Now, all of a sudden, she's using her lack of "getting some" as an excuse. Like it's some kind of justification or something. I admit it, I would be just as twitchy as she is were our situations reversed, but it's not like she doesn't have avenues of release available to her. For Christ's sake, I've gotten her off recently!!! It's not like she doesn't have the ability to get off.
I have spent the last 7+ years taking care of her and her various illnesses, mostly revolving around her Gulf War Syndrome. Fucking Government. Anyway, now all of a sudden she's telling me I need to find someplace else to live, because she can't take not being "happy" anymore, which basically translates out to "I can't bury my face in a twat, so you need to leave so I can replace you with a twat I can eat regularly."
Am I way off base here, or is this not the most selfish thing ever spoken since we stopped grunting and ooking fresh out the trees?
*insert insane drunken profanities here*
Fucking Irish blood.
Okay, if you haven't gathered it from my previous posts (which are admittedly somewhat vague at times) or my website, I've been suffering from what basically amounts to erectile disfunction sans penis (goddamit all to hell!!!!) for around 5 or 6 years now. Unfortunately my wife is basically a big ole bag of hormones, which presents a whole host of problems. Understandably, she's been getting more and more frustrated as time goes by. Seriously, I don't blame her. If our situations were reversed, I'm sure I'd be ready to eat glass myself. But I digress. Fucking Jack Daniels. Anyway, she's been telling me over and over again that she's almost to the breaking point, to where she's about to go looking for "it" elsewhere. Granted, she is the master of the Guilt Trip, so I more or less assumed this was just another example of her guilt prowess, as in "if I make her (goddamit, she still uses female pronouns!!!!!!!!!!) feel bad enough I'll get some." I'm sure you all know guilt is a MAJOR turnoff. Anyway, she claims she's developing "feelings" for someone we go to church with. She decides to tell me this on a night I've taken off from work to take care of her (AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!) because she scratched her eye or something to that effect at work yesterday. Now mind you, said person has been a friend of both of ours for a while now, and has been over at our house nearly every day for the last week+ because we've had her truck parked outside our house. It broke, and our not-quite-a-roommate (Bill) was supposed to be fixing it. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, this among other entirely-too-conicidental occurences rolling around in my brain all night while the little misses slumbered got me angrier and angrier. Fucking Irish blood. So what did I do? I headed for the liquor cabinet. Urps. Drunk+Irish=baaaaaaaaaaad. Major fight happens as soon as I wake her up.
Now, all of a sudden, she's using her lack of "getting some" as an excuse. Like it's some kind of justification or something. I admit it, I would be just as twitchy as she is were our situations reversed, but it's not like she doesn't have avenues of release available to her. For Christ's sake, I've gotten her off recently!!! It's not like she doesn't have the ability to get off.
I have spent the last 7+ years taking care of her and her various illnesses, mostly revolving around her Gulf War Syndrome. Fucking Government. Anyway, now all of a sudden she's telling me I need to find someplace else to live, because she can't take not being "happy" anymore, which basically translates out to "I can't bury my face in a twat, so you need to leave so I can replace you with a twat I can eat regularly."
Am I way off base here, or is this not the most selfish thing ever spoken since we stopped grunting and ooking fresh out the trees?
*insert insane drunken profanities here*
Fucking Irish blood.
