Circle of friends


I have a good amount of friends, only few are very close. I share my life details with them, and everyone is always eager to help out with an advice. Last night I had a conversation with my husband about his lack of participation in our mutual life. As I was lying in bed, thinking, and rerunning the conversation in my mind I had a vision of my brain divided in quarters, and each one was buzzing with its own logic, insisting I listen to it.

First quarter had my mom's voice. Why are you doing all the work? Stop, don’t do that, he needs to help you, make a list and divide all chorus, get everyone involved. Marriage is a partnership, no one should be responsible for everything! Delegate!

Second quarter had a voice of my NY friends. Tell your son to talk to your husband, both of them should clean the house while you are at work as a surprise. Then reward your husband for it. Surprise him with some beer and dried fish. Just keep talking to him, eventually he will understand. He is a great guy, he loves you, you two belong together, and you two are made for each other.

Third quarter had my girlfriend's voice of reason. Show him you are pissed, skip the sweet talk, and show it that you mean it! If it does not work prepare to live on your own. Reclaim your life, be true to yourself! It's better to be alone and in peace with yourself, than to take care of someone who does not deserve it.

Fourth quarter was my Master friend. His voice also had a set of crazy eyes that was looking into me. His voice was actually the one that broke my bliss of denial. Leave him, move in with me, I will take care of you, I will tell you what to do, you will make fantastic slave. It's in your heart, that’s what YOU want! You can take care of me by cleaning my house, I will make a kinky porn site with you Dinka Doll. We going to be rich!

Ok, the last one had hell of an agenda. Let me think for a minute, that’s not exactly what I had in mind when I came to him. I want to learn more about BDSM, but I am not looking to settle with him. There is absolutely no attraction for me. He does not make my blood boil, yes, he can make me cum, but when I see him, I don't want to have sex with him.
And on, and on, and on - my mind kept running. What to do? What do I want? What will make ME happy?

Yes, my husband been slacking a lot lately, but I have to show it to him, to wake him up, I don't want to give up on the life I have, I just want to improve it.

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