It is four in the morning as I write this. I am at the bus station. My wife and I had a fight.
She kept me up all night saying things like “If I were Halle Berry you would not have waited”, “Tell me when you want a divorce”, “I can bring a prostitute and you can do her in the basement. How old should she be?”, “It is because I am fat. I turned out the lights for you so you would not have to vomit” and so on. Naturally, anything I said was twisted out of its true meaning.
I got home before her. I was getting ready to go to bed when she called from the store. She said she needed me to give it to her. I said to get home soon.
She got home and we were both in the bed, but then boys were still running about brushing their teeth. While I waited for them to get done and get to bed, I watched “Big Brother” from Sunday. I asked her if she had seen it. She said nothing. She seemed upset. She would barely talk to me. The boys went to bed.She still seemed upset. I thought that watching “Big Brother”, a
show she loves, might put her in a better mood. She barely watched it and said little. She fell asleep and then I fell asleep.
I woke up a half hour later. She was somewhat awake. I tried to make love to her. She did nothing. After a few minutes she pushed me away.
Then silence.
Then the argument started. It lasted for hours. We both know what we want, but her mouth goes on and on and will not stop, utterly destroying the mood.
I said I did not do anything at first because she seemed upset. She said that was an excuse, not the truth – that it is because she is too fat. If she is upset, I should just do it anyway and ask questions later.
I made one last try. It stopped her mouth, but I did not get anywhere.
She sent me to turn off some light that was on. When I got back the door was locked. I knocked twice. Nothing.
I had to get to work early, so I did not go to sleep, but stayed up, ironed my clothes and walked to the station.
About once a month she has got to have sex or it leads to bitter fights. In most cases things go well, but every six months or so it does not. Now that I think of it, it most commonly gets bad like this in the middle of August and late January or early February – just after our anniversary and just before Valentine’s Day.
We fight for a couple of days and then comes the make-up sex which is, in fact, the best.
Truth be told, Halle Berry has far worse trouble with men than my wife does.
Wed Aug 09 08:58:15 UTC 2006
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