Hairdog, While I was cleaning my kitchen, I glanced upwards looking for dirt and I noticed, to my chagrin, some Christmas decorations. Zoinks, I thought, those need to come down..what kinda loser forgets the snowmen on top of the hutch...hey, should I just leave them up there til this winter?
Ahem, anyway.
So I bagged them up and headed downstairs to put them away. On my way to the messed-up jumble of crap I call the Christmas deco shelf, I glanced down and saw The Tool.
I thought I should report back that the only markings on it were (I'm not making this up): 6" STIFF
Hey I gotta be honest and say here that I'd pass myself up for a six inch stiffie, also.
Honey, how do you think your H would have reacted if he had finished the spackling and come up to bed to find you in bed under the covers with the lights out fast asleep (to all outward appearances)?
Would he (may select more than one answer)
a) have been relieved that he didn't have to put out.
b) disappointed because he wanted to ML.
c) thought "Uh oh! I'm in the doghouse-- she came out of the bathroom and she saw that I went off to squeeze in a chore instead of squeezing her."
d) figured you were tired and wouldn't give the matter another thought.
I have to tell you JJ, that my husband is an excellent spackler. He recently tried his hand at mudding drywall, and let me tell you--he rocks at it. I've never observed his technique so I can't say as to his swivolity, but the finished product was great.
However, he also rocks with an axe and a stack o wood, so who knows.
People who watch the Jerry Springer show say they do so so then can feel some level of comfort in seeing someone more dysfunctional then them. This story reminds me of that. HP the way you describe your stories leads me to believe you are a very sexy lady. How your H can "schedule sex" or "spackle" while waiting for you to shower is beyond my ability to understand. I was all over my W like white on rice. Go figure?
He would have felt b, c, and d, with the emphasis on C. But he also would have been disappointed that we didn't get to ML and he would have figured that I chose sleep over waiting for him, because that is a perfectly acceptable thing to do in his world.
Mostly, though, he woulda just been worried that he fcuked up somehow.
Oh and I should say that his disappointment over ML would have come the following morning, when whatever horniness he possesses actually comes out to play, where it would have presented as morning wood and then a brief chastising himself for not taking advantage of the natural bounty that is his wife. Then he'd be off to work and that'd be the last time he thought about it. Except maybe to say to himself, My wife is nutz. She came into the basement..gasp..naked!
LOL, HP! For the record, If I were your H, holding my 6" stiff in my hand, I'd a followed you into the shower and used that stiffie to fill whatever holes I found there. The heck with the basement!
Then again, I'm not one for leaving my 6" Stiff lying about when I go off to work in the mornin': gives a whole new meaning to when she says "your cut off, no sex tonight", eh?, LOL!
Thanks, the thought of it got me going. Sigh, it's underwear week here in the GGB household, so I guess I'll just need to leave the stiffie in the tool belt for a couple o days
I am no longer the person that I once was. It is bizarre. I'm not necessarily LD but I'm not hot to trot all the freakin time, like I was.
My pattern used to go like this: desire-arousal-sex. Now it is more like: pain-intense arousal until I forget the pain-desire-sex.
My LDH is in the curious position of knowing that I want and need him to sexually pursue me, while knowing that he is GOING to hurt me at some point in the process. I feel sorry for him. And for myself, lol.
Tomorrow I go to another doctor, a urologist this time, and will rule that out before going back to the OB. If OB does not have some fabulous suggestion or advice, I'm going to request my records and begin looking for someone else. I simply cannot live my life like this.
That is Part One of the honey improvement process. Part Two is to lose the final 10 lbs that I have never lost since BabyPot was born. I've been talking about it for a while but I have a new seriousness about it. Though I'm within 5-10 lbs (I'm actually not sure, as I don't get on the scale that much) of my goal weight but my body looks strange. My abdomen sticks out farther than what it should. Evidently that is one of the pleasant side effects of endometriosis--swelling from pockets of fluid that are inside your body. I know for a fact that the fluid is there, because it's on ultrasound so it stands to reason that this is what's causing the distended belly. H acts like he can't see it, but if I can see it, I'm sure he can, too.
All of this--the pain and the belly pooch--has caused me to not see myself the same way, which in turn affects how I act. When TAG called me sexy on this thread, I had a "what? who, me?" reaction. I no longer identify myself as a sexual person. This is about 75% due to the physical changes which have fcuking destroyed my body since the baby was born, and 25% due to the fact that I don't have a husband who actively desires me. Passive desire is nice and I do appreciate it, but it is not enough to make one identify themselves as being sexy or effective at trying to be sexy.
So my upcoming goals are to get healthy in body, both in pinpointing and treating my pelvic pain, and in losing any extra weight that might be exacerbating the endo belly pooch.
Hopefully these will shift me back towards a way of life wherein I look and feel sexy on a daily basis, and not just during the moments when enough arousal has taken place that I temporarily forget the rest.
Well HP I did see your picture a while back and have to greee with TAG. What I say, PG and all, you looked good. Don't take that as a come on because it is and isn't. I think of you as a much younger sister that has a lot of potential in the LM department for who she is maried to. Besides I tend to stick with chick my own age or even a little bit older. Attitude is so more important than some minor physical short coming. I see where your actual medical situation is the big issue.
I am posting this because when I was younger I did not understand all of the problems wonen went through untill after BB experienced some of them first hand.
Before BB's breast cancer boobs were turn on/hottie items. After the surgery, radiation, and meds, she and I started to think of boobs differently. Sometimes just more equipment to go bad. BB's stretch marks are signs that did the march and had 2 beautiful babies. Guys might be proud to show their war scars, what about women with a couple of sags and stretch marks.
Don't let my opinion put any fires out though. I just want to say some people see a little extra weight as a problem but what is more important than a little extra weight or some new sag, is how you relate on emotional level with someone.
I really hope things get diagnosed and corrected for you. I know the feeling of wanting to have sex but know it might hurt them somehow. It sure takes some fun out of a thrilling experience.
