Huh-huh....huh-huh....69. Heh-heh...

After I finished yesterday's entry, I had such a warm and fuzzy feeling that I asked the wife to read it. I'm sitting in my big comfy chair watching her read the entry and waiting for her to turn to me and say "Aw, honey, that's sweet." Instead, she turns to me and says, "I said that?" Apparently, she was more drugged than I thought. I had to explain half of the stuff that I had in my entry. It was fun, though, remembering everything that happened that night. Good times.

Of course, as usual with everything in my life, those good times didn't last. Got a call today from Bank of America saying that the forbearance package that we sent in was denied and that, comparing my income with what we had to pay out, we were $303/month short. If we did not come up with a solution to remedy this discrepency, then they would start foreclosure procedings. Just what I didn't need to hear. Talk about getting knocked off your high horse. Shit! Well, after a small panic attack, and then a longer mean on attack, I settled down and made some decisions. Luckily, one of our credit cards that we've been paying on is going to let us go for a couple of months without a payment so that gives us $200 we wouldn't have had. That means that we're only $103 short. If we can work a deal out with the other credit card company, we should be ok. Also, the wife applied for a job that, if she gets it, will solve all of our problems. Things are actually starting to look up...somewhat. Of course, I know better than to get too happy about this. It could just as easily turn south again. Keep your fingers crossed.

Well, looks like I'm in a little bit of trouble again. The wife is pissed at me because I'm "not in the mood". I swear on all that I believe, that I love my wife, but goddammit does she piss me off sometimes. I've worked all day. I'm tired, I'm worn down, and I just want to relax and watch some TV. Well, as soon as I walk in the door, she's grabbing me, kissing me (and not just little pecks), sticking her ass in my face, shit like that. Yes, I love her body and all, but I want to relax for a bit. Well, if I don't reciprocate in a manner that she feels appropriate, then she gets in a funk and pouts the rest of the evening, or gets mad and gives me the silent treatment. I'm sorry that I'm not the typical male and ALWAYS in the mood. This happened Saturday too. I wasn't in the mood, I was just trying to relax and she comes in, naked, turns off the TV, pulls me out of my chair and is trying to drag me into the bedroom. She says something about "let's get comfortable", well, I didn't really want to so I say "I was comfortable in the chair". Wrong thing to say. She pushes me back down, turns on the TV, goes into the bedroom and SLAMS the door. Course, when I do finally go to bed, my pillows and blanket are pushed off on the floor and she's not talking to me. I fuckin' hate when she does this. I work hard, I pay the bills, I deal with the creditors, I cook most of the time, and I do the dishes almost all the time. Do I get thanks for this? No. But, heaven for-fuckin'-bid, I'm not in the mood and all hell brakes loose. She immediately turns it around and thinks that since I don't want sex, I don't want her. That I don't love her. Nothing could be farther from the truth, but you can't tell her that. It's rough. Oh sure, you guys are thinking, "I wish I was with someone who wanted it all the time." No you don't! We can have sex for an hour, she'll have at least 25 orgasms (hey, I do my fuckin' job right), then I'll have my one. I'll be spent, ready to relax and she'll roll over and say, "Wanna do me a favor?" By this, she means that she wants me to suck on her nipples and use my hand on her to give her another one. Like all she had wasn't enough. I tell ya, I thought I was tough, but she wears me out. She's a killer.

Well, it's getting kind of late and I want to try to fly tomorrow. I'm really trying to knuckle down and get these last few hours out of the way and take my written so I can get to my checkride. I've got it scheduled, tentatively for July 10. As things get closer to the end, I'll keep you updated. Well, have a good night all.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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