The Facebook argument with my sister-in-law that I reported earlier continued through Saturday afternoon. By the end, it had mostly devolved into a loop that looked much like the following:
Her: Can’t we just stop arguing? Oh, by the way, here’s all the reasons that I’m right, with some personal insults added that I’ve tried (and failed) to make subtle so you can’t refute them.
Me: If you want to stop arguing, then stop arguing instead of playing passive-aggressive games under a pretension of politely ending an argument. Meanwhile, here’s a rebuttal to your continued argument, and some responses to the rudeness you’ve displayed toward myself and my wife.
[Repeat]
Finally, she broke down and asked what it would take to “peacefully end the argument.” I restated my position that “Can’t we just stop arguing? But here’s the reasons I’m right!” is intellectual bullying that I would not, under any circumstances, cave to and that I would continue to respond indefinitely to personal attacks against myself or my family. In her follow-up, I got blasted for not using the opportunity to make an attempt at a serious reconciliation (a classic tactic of the little girl who’s lost the argument). To which I essentially responded, “Make up your mind, you idiot. Do you want to just let it drop, or do you want reconciliation?” and made it clear that there would be no reconciliation without an apology for her rudeness (destroy her attempt to reframe, and continue to demand that she act like an adult).
That was Saturday afternoon; I have not heard anything back since. Evidently I have been right for many years, and she is not adult enough to cough up an apology for her rudeness (only the latest example of an ongoing problem). Still, a victorious battle – which I’m sure is just the first of many to come. Judging by her FB updates since then, I don’t think that she understands that I’m not mad at her. I’ve simply made a conscious decision not to put up with her rudeness to myself or my family (family here not just including myself, my wife, and my son, but also my parents and siblings, and my extended family). It’s been going on for years, and it’s extreme enough that ALL of the family and most of our friends have noticed it. Yet nobody will actually say anything to her (or my brother, who married her). My father just bottles it up and then gets testy and irritable at everyone else, and the rest of the family just whispers about it behind her back.
The wife, of course, is reacting extremely well to this decision.
We got roped into spending Saturday afternoon with my in-laws. I normally don’t mind all that much, but I’m generally extremely busy right now. Starting a business takes a lot of work, and I work most nights and weekends these days. On Saturday, I was a little irritated at the prospect of losing an entire afternoon – especially hot on the heels of having lost so much time dealing with The Twat. So Hermione offered to “make it up” to me later that evening – and then jokingly asked if that would make me less grumpy. I smiled at her and told her that depended on how good it was (honestly, the answer was yes; but that’s a beta response). She laughed and said that didn’t help her any right that moment, so I told her that if she wanted results right then, she could fulfill her end of the bargain right then. Her response was along the lines of, “not right here – there’s too much traffic.” (We were still in the car, on our way to the family event.)
I laughed, and didn’t press the opportunity. Big mistake – one I will endeavor not to make again. She insists otherwise (Anti-Slut Defense), but sex acts that risk discovery excite her, as long as it’s not too public (sex outside on a crowded city block, for instance, would probably be too much). In my defense, the main reason I didn’t push it is because I didn’t really have an idea for a good place to go. I shall have to think this problem through, to be sure that if the opportunity arises again I have something prepared.
Unfortunately, that afternoon she developed an acute soreness in her nether regions. We think it’s got something to do with the IUD, but we’re not sure. I let her off the hook that night in exchange for a rain check. She was still a bit sore on Sunday, so I gave her one more day. I did, however, collect my rain check last night.
It was short and brief, because it was late, but quite good. She’s definitely enjoying sex more – although given how little she had been enjoying it before my discovery of Game, that’s not really saying much. It wasn’t earth moving for her or anything, but there was a little bit of actual enjoyment, rather than mere toleration. The combination of my increased Game skills and our improved diet and exercise plan are definitely having a positive effect, although there’s a long way yet to go. We also discussed doing something a bit more time consuming in the next couple of days, so that I can spend more time on her enjoyment. She had a spark (just a spark, but still) of genuine enthusiasm for the idea, and even commented that when our money situation improves we need to buy a real bed frame (right now we just have a king sized mattress on the floor… quite embarrassing) for me to tie her to.
Oh yeah. 
One last note, for anybody in a similar situation as myself who is just now discovering Game. One of the extreme problems for us in the bedroom has been that she really, really, REALLY wants me to be the one in charge there. Sadly, I’ve spent most of my life convinced brainwashed by the feminist movement into believing that women should be in charge of their own sexuality. Even though she told me she wanted me to take charge of her, I had a lot of trouble moving past my mental blocks and actually doing it. On occasion, we’d actually try something specific (such as tying her up and blindfolding her) that would have the effect of me taking charge, and she’s generally liked those things. Now, I’m learning to take charge on a more general basis.
