Thursday night- Stupid fight because I slept through Pistons game followed by sex.
Friday- Fight because I was annoyed that my H didn't bother to call to get his testosterone test results and my H was annoyed because my sister left a phone message saying she had figured out a way I could come visit her in Alaska for a week. I lost this fight in practical terms but I feel like I won it because I didn't cave or over-react in response to my H's initial temper tantrum like tactics and therefore he was forced to make a reasoned verbal argument and concede several points in my favor in a courteous fashion in order to gain my agreement.
Saturday- Sex in the morning during which my H threw a minor tantrum. He came first and he wasn't sure if I had come or not. I indicated that I hadn't and he started to finish me off manually. After a minute or two tops, I indicated that I needed him to stop for a second because I was over-stimulated. This is the one way in which my body occasionally fails me sexually and I would say it happens about once in every 15 encounters. I don't consider it a big deal because all that needs to happen is that the stimulation stops for about 20 seconds and then I'm fine to start up again. My H has never expressed any problem with this either in the past. However, this time when I indicated that I needed him to chill for a bit, he collapsed backwards across the bed in an obvious fit of frustration, as though expressing "I give up!". Wimpy Jenny would have probably started crying when this happened and made the sich worse, but fortunately toughchickJenny showed up and had the singular thought "You are going to finish what you started, Dude. Anything else is completely unacceptable." though I expressed this thought in a nicer way. Anyhow, he finished me off and I ended up having a really intense orgasm. Afterwards, he had a chagrined look on his face as he said "I bet you would have better orgasms if you had a more patient lover than me.". I told him that I didn't GENERALLY think of him as being an impatient lover and figured "lesson learned".
Later that afternoon, my H took me to the beach and did something that was actually better than sex in my book- he played with me in the water like a teenage boyfriend.
Sunday- Nothing of note.
Monday- H unhappy because I told him he had to help my mother move next weekend. Wimpy Jenny would have let him off the hook, but Tough Jenny knew she would be annoyed and embarrassed because her sister's boyfriend was helping with the move and her lazy *ss husband wasn't. H later apologized for being grumpy about helping with move by saying "I am happy to do it for you, though I am not eager to do your mother any favors since she has "dissed" me in the recent past.".
I'm feeling pretty good after this weekend because I'm realizing that you win some and you lose some but the important thing, the key to success, is to not be afraid to ask for what you need/want to be happy in your relationship.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
