Putting myself first, fogging and STFU
55 upvotes | November 12, 2019 | by OptimusRP
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Still a newbie (4 weeks RP) but wanted to share some progress applying
these principles for my fellow faggots out there.

Took my wife out on a date last Friday night. It went well considering
she had threatened divorce a few nights prior. See here
[https://www.reddit.com/r/askMRP/comments/dtgxzs/wife_threatened_divorce_last_night/].

On Saturday morning I got up early and hit the gym. Brought home
donuts for the kids. Back and shoulders were sore from lifting so I
scheduled a massage for myself that afternoon.

Went out with a friend on Saturday night that I hadn't seen in awhile.
Got home around midnight and noticed the wife was asleep in bed and
topless. She normally sleeps in one of my t-shirts. Got in bed
planning to spoon her for a few minutes before going to sleep. She
immediately woke up and turned towards me. She initiated, gave me a BJ
and got on top.

Next morning I went for a run and then on a hike with the wife. While
we were walking she says, "So...you didn't really say anything after
sex last night. You just went to sleep."

"That's true, I was really tired."

"So...what did you think about it?"

I stopped walking, gave her a hug and said, "It felt good. We should
do it again tonight." Then I smiled, gave her a kiss, and started
walking again.

She was having a hard time getting to the top of the trail and needed
to stop and catch her breath several times. I was very patient and
made sure she was was drinking enough water before we continued on.

At the top she actually broke down and started crying. I asked her
what was wrong and she said, "I don't know! I just feel like you are
judging me. I feel like you think I'm a loser!" I could have sworn I
heard a hamster wheel.

None of this was true of course, but I wanted to recognize her feelz
so I said, "I'm not judging you and I don't think you're a loser. I
just think you need to do more cardio." I said that last part
playfully and smiled so she knew I wasn't being a total dick.

"I hate cardio!" she said, and continued to sob. I just sat down next
to her and STFU, thinking of all the times I had told her she needed
to see a therapist about her insecurities. After a few minutes of
silence, I shit you not, the most amazing thing happened.

"I think I should probably make an appointment to see a therapist,"
she said. I could not fucking believe my ears.

"That's great babe. I totally support you in doing that," I said. We
got up and headed back down the trail.

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