I did not get mine the other night. Actually it went sour. There is a bit of this recently. A has head struggles lately, he is anxious. I really just wasn’t into just being penetrated, it felt OK, not great though. It is this way sometimes.
Also when he’s been drinking, I really don’t like this so much, he always asks me for reassurance the next day before work, or he calls me on his way to work, worried, asking me if he had been a dick the night before, wanting to know everything’s OK. I don’t have a lot of sympathy for self inflicted situations. Especially drug/alcohol. You did it, you knew what it would do to you, no sympathy for feeling like you do, grow up. I’m not your babysitter.
I am frustrated though, it’s been a week or so since we’ve had sex, I got him off, he gave up on getting me anywhere near it. It’s all about him. And right now I need it to be a little bit about me.
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