Last night, W got home to find a letter from her a-hole father taking her to task for not buying a Christmas present for her half-sister. It was a conscious choice by my W, because the sister, 21, has never bought her anything, never calls, never writes, never writes thank you notes, says about 2 words to her when she sees her, and is basically a non-entity in her life, although W has tried many times to bridge the gap. FiL told W in the letter to just stop exchanging gifts, not only to half-sis, but also to him, and to his wife (W's step-mom). I'm telling y'all this to just set a background to why I didn't confront her...instead, I was a comforting, loving hubby. Told her that her dad was a jerk, and validated her belief that, no matter what she does, it is never enough for him, that he is always looking for a reason to disapprove of the things she does.
So then, when we go to bed, she reaches over and starts feeling the side of my shorts. I jump...because it just plain tickles. She laughs. She asks if they're new shorts...nope. She says they feel nice. Understand, she's just feeling the side, kind of by my hip bone, but being the guy I am, I come to attention. Ten-Hut. No more ticklish feeling. She stops.
H: Why did you stop? W: I didn't want to get you all excited. H: Uh, too late. W: Really? Just from touching the side of your shorts? H: Yep. W: Huh.
So I roll over and give her a kiss and start to playfully climb on top of her and she basically balls up and says "NO...now just calm down. You have to be patient!"
BAM....I am back in "no pressure" zone. I am wresting with telling her what a bitch/prick tease she is, telling her I see no future, and, on the other hand, still realizing that she is vulnerable as a result of this hateful letter from her father and I should cut her some slack. The slack-cutter part wins out, and I roll over and go to sleep.
This morning I'm thinking that she touched me to show that she loves me, that she is "trying" to be more intimate, and that I should appreciate the little scraps she is throwing my way. And then, the other voice is telling me that she is just teasing me to prove that I can't just be touched, that I am always just this MAN who has an UNQUENCHABLE sex drive and can't be trusted with even the most subtle touch.
f*ck f*ck f*ck
We all know this is building up to a climax (just not the "good" kind).
