Just for the record, I am not BJ phobic now. He will continue to get BJs from me. If he keeps shooting off in my mouth, it may be a different story. In that event, I would stop giving them, not because I am adverse to giving BJs, but because he is not honoring me.
ARLT:
Just so you know, I get your colorblind analogy, but I do see red. For me, it just isn't my favorite color in the spectrum. I like all kinds of colors. Red is not the only color which 'speaks' for me. For H, all other colors fade in comparison to red.
And no, I do not want to become an 'actress' in the bedroom. I am an actress, actually, but I do not want to 'perform' for my H... at least, not all the time. I have acted like a porn star, btw, and it really turned my H off... that isn't me and he knows it. What H wants is what Dave wants... to melt my panties.
Honey:
I think my H thinks he speaks my LL, or I think he thinks he tries. But we just aren't together enough. He got home last night at 8:15. We connected briefly between his meetings. He told me he would be in a meeting until 6ish, and after that, he'd go over to the hockey rink. (They were done at 7:15). At 6:50 my younger son calls wondering where his dad is. I can't get through to H. He finally calls at 7:15 and says he's at the rink.
ME: "Where have you been?"
HIM: "I'm at the hockey rink."
ME: "S9 called wondering where you were."
HIM: "I've been here for 15 minutes."
ME: "You told me earlier today that your meeting would end at 6 (hockey rink is down the hill from his office) and then you'd be over at the rink. I left thinking you would be there."
HIM: "So what did you want?"
ME: "I wanted to know where the he!! you were."
HIM: "My meeting ran over... I got done at 6:40, had to finish up some things, turn off my stuff, etc. etc. Why, did you call?"
ME: "Yes. I called. I can never reach you."
HIM: "Did you try Line A, or Line B? I didn't hear the phone ring."
ME: "As I had no idea where you were, I tried your cell phone, which you always have with you."
HIM: "Oh, well, it was in my coat pocket in the closet."
ME: "Guess that doesn't do me much good, then, does it?"
HIM: "No, I guess it doesn't. I'm sorry, my meeting ran over."
By this time, I was so pissed, I told him I'd just see him later. My H used to love going to practice and watching the boys. He now makes it there in time to pick them up because he is a busy man.
