Slamming
Consider this.
You come home at around midnight, you might have had a few drinks, and you want to have some cereal. There is no cereal, because your husband has eaten the last of it.
That's annoying.
Or is it? Have you considered that it is one in an endless stream of tiny manipulations to wear you down to a nub of exhaustion? That it is just one more item on a long list of ways that you just give, and give, and give and give and give, and never get anything back. Like the other day, when you were asked to pick up a bag of Reese's Pieces, and even though you didn't want to carry anything else, you did, because you're a generous person, and now you don't have any cereal?
Clearly, you cannot live like this. You cannot. You slam the cutting board down on the kitchen table over and over. You. Can. Not.
It's been three years and two weeks since you had sex. And you are not doing to live like this. You don't care what he does, since he doesn't care how much you worry about him, all the time, but now it's time to take care of you. On your birthday, you're going out and you're going out and you're going to take care of yourself. Because you are a good looking woman, and you have a slamming ass and a slamming pussy.
You know how a woman should be treated. You knew before the eight years when all of this started. You're going to start all over, and things are going to be better, and you're not going to be beat down like this. You cannot live like this.
And then you slam out of the apartment, presumably to buy cereal.
You come home at around midnight, you might have had a few drinks, and you want to have some cereal. There is no cereal, because your husband has eaten the last of it.
That's annoying.
Or is it? Have you considered that it is one in an endless stream of tiny manipulations to wear you down to a nub of exhaustion? That it is just one more item on a long list of ways that you just give, and give, and give and give and give, and never get anything back. Like the other day, when you were asked to pick up a bag of Reese's Pieces, and even though you didn't want to carry anything else, you did, because you're a generous person, and now you don't have any cereal?
Clearly, you cannot live like this. You cannot. You slam the cutting board down on the kitchen table over and over. You. Can. Not.
It's been three years and two weeks since you had sex. And you are not doing to live like this. You don't care what he does, since he doesn't care how much you worry about him, all the time, but now it's time to take care of you. On your birthday, you're going out and you're going out and you're going to take care of yourself. Because you are a good looking woman, and you have a slamming ass and a slamming pussy.
You know how a woman should be treated. You knew before the eight years when all of this started. You're going to start all over, and things are going to be better, and you're not going to be beat down like this. You cannot live like this.
And then you slam out of the apartment, presumably to buy cereal.