My husband needs to just shut up. Really. He’s digging so frantically he’ll be to the center of the earth in a couple of days. Words aren’t going to fix this. Sustained action is. The latter takes time. The first is making things worse.
It’s only skin deep? What’s that supposed to mean? Men reading this post, take note. The last thing your partner wants to hear is that it’s about looks. Is this what he said? No. What I heard. You’re not attractive anymore and I’m shallow and needy.
To then babble on about how there was NEVER a flesh and blood person, that he never even thought about that, is really stupid. If it never happened what are you defending yourself for? The mind of a woman is a steel-trap on a hair-trigger in these situations. Stay still. Stay quiet and see to her every need as if you were a Eunuch assigned to the sultan’s daughter. No, I’m not kidding. Then continue even after you get your balls back.
Here’s where the ‘skin deep’ comment really bites him. Does he think I’m going to let him touch me when I’d be wondering who he’s visualizing? Okay, I’m sick again. Unless or until I’m sure he’s with ME, he’s shit out of luck. And from experience, let me tell you, it feels different when they aren’t with you.
Getting laid has its merits, but not in this situation. If I wanted that I could drop down to the local pub. Love making is so much more and anyone who’s had both know exactly what I’m talking about. That he thinks this can be fixed in days versus weeks is astonishing to me.
I’m not some empty headed, bottle blonde, with a boob job. Nor do I have any interest in playing the sex kitten. This isn’t a game. He’ll tell you he gets that, but I’m not sure he does.
I’ve been all but ignored for a number of years. Now I tell you not to touch me, and you’re all about it? Blank stare. Classic little boy can’t have what he wants so now he wants it, ifin’ you ask me.
Not going there. I’ve been lied to, ignored, neglected, taken for granted and cheated on. A pitiful mumbled ‘I’m so sorry.’ ain’t going to cut it. Shut up and show me. Take care of me. Be tender with me. I have no idea if I can get past this, I really don’t. I do know words aren’t getting us anywhere. Quite the opposite.
I will come out of this a stronger, more confident person. I will dammit!