Susan and I have had sex only once or twice the last two weeks. Not for lack of desire; more that life has gotten in the way. It started last week with the shift in clocks...it meant that by the time kids were shuffled off to bed, we were both ready to pass out ourselves. Trina even found out, and gave me kind of a verbal slap to the head.
I'd intended to take care of things this week, but for one reason or another, we just haven't been able to connect. It doesn't help that Susan had even specifically asked for pain, which means I need to get in the right mindset. And that just hasn't happened lately, for whatever reason.
The this weekend started up. Trina was off visiting extended family for the weekend, and Susan and Ray weren't meeting up in either location. So for the first time in a few months, it was just the two of us...with no outside pressures. No birthdays, no anniversaries, no events...just us.
So of fucking course Susan gets sick. Whoever's in charge of script-writing my life needs to be introduced to the business end of a shovel.
Repeatedly.
With great vigor.
