After a day of getting shit done, heavy flirting and the promise of later wearing some new lingerie, Saturday night eventually turned into “I’m sorry, I’m just exhausted”  They lingerie came out in the morning along with what was probably an apology BJ, but I’m sick and fucking tired of this excuse.  When we were dating, being tired didn’t stop anything, I could turn it around and get what I wanted.  Now that we’re married and comfortable, there’s no uncertainty that we will or won’t see each other again, so therefore these are the bullshit excuses.  It sucks to now know that if they want it bad enough, there’s no excuses.  Also sick of the feed drip of day time flirts and promises that don’t cash in at night (a common instance).

Fellas, I don’t want to settle for this.  This is why I’m here, this is why I’m lifting, shutting the fuck up, and reading the gd sidebar.  I’ve been at it about 7-8 weeks, and there’s been some progress, but not enough and until the excuses go the fuck away, I’ve got a lot of work to do.

Next night (Sunday) this broad gets up early from the dinner table, all of the sudden upset about who knows what, and spends the rest of the evening watching TV in bed.  Then come bedtime I’m informed with tears that she’ll sleep on the couch.  Almost 24 hours later, almost no explanation, other than “I’m just sad” and apparently I’m asking what this is all about the wrong way.   This shit is for the birds.

I guess this is what you all call a Victim Puke.  Just looking for a few words o’ wisdom and/or ball busting.  Keeping calm on the outside, but the squirrels in my head are racing and I’m just trying to keep the resolve and not blow my top.