The previous discussion with Baby Daddy brings up a lovely point he would bring up...because apparently his being unfaithful or rude to me was my fault...because I don't like sex!
Hm....I just don't like it with you!
When you come home and tell me all about how some other woman was coming on to you and how you thought about going with her - I don't want to have sex with you.
When you come home and complain that I did not cook the food you wanted or how you wanted it - I don't want to have sex with you.
When you take private information I told you about my past / childhood / or some random situation, and throw it at me like an insult - I don't want to have sex with you.
When you tell me (if I'm wearing make-up and a cute outfit) that I look like a whore - I don't want to have sex with you.
When you tell me (when I'm not wearing make-up and am wearing jogging pants because I've been scrubbing the freakin toilet and tub YOU use) that I look like an old woman - I don't want to have sex with you.
When you get home from work at 4am, and your idea of inspiring intimacy is not darkened touches and rubbing...but a nudge and the words "get up, I need to use that..." with a point of your finger - I don't want to have sex with you.
When we do have sex, and I sigh / moan or otherwise attempt to join in the fun, you ask why I am acting like a porn slut - I don't want to have sex with you.
When you think you are proving your prowess by rutting away for 20 minutes when I am not enjoying it - I don't want to have sex with you.
And when, after we separate, you threaten me that if I do not continue to have sex with you, you will file for sole custody of our daughter, take her to Mexico, and I will never see her again - I sure as HELL do not want to have sex with you.
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