Showing posts with label butt fuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label butt fuck. Show all posts

Monday, October 27, 2008

Where's My Dinner?

I am in a good place, but bf, (right now that stands for butt fuck) wants to be grumpy and fight with me.

Just because you are with someone, doesnt mean they make you happy all the time. If you choose not to tell them that they have made you unhappy because you wished they could read your mind, well, that's ok still, isn't it? It's ok if I was obviously unhappy about something but decided that it was a fight worth avoiding. It's ok if I had a long day and just ... was.

When I am unhappy, pissed, jolly, aroused, flirty, shy or how ever I may be at that time, it shows. It is written all over my attitude, body language, eye contact and speech.

I have been working long hours. I was a little tiffed that when he gets home a few hours before me I guess I just expect him to pick up the slack. First mistake. No, I didnt ask him to. Yes, I take that blame. However, when I call him at five and ask him what he wants me to make for dinner, cause I have to go to the store-I'll be home around six now, I was hoping for some gesture, as in I'll go to the store..... As I try to ride out how I feel about it, he knows and asks, so I tell him. I first tell him that I dont want to tell him because he will be mad and we will then fight and I dont want to fight, after all the bragging I did on girls night out about how great our relationship has been.

He gets really pissed, tells me that I have no right to be pissed at him (I wasnt, just unhappy) and gets up and leaves. telling me 'whatever' on his way out. Now I am pissed and scream a big fuck you with a hardy front door slam.

"Whatever".