Just had to get this down really quickly. A little background first: T does not get home before 10 PM ordinarily--every single day. He is gone before we get up in the morning and stays gone; sometimes he comes home in between to shower, but usually we just don't see him. Last night he showed up about 6:30, went directly to the bedroom, and laid down to play on his laptop. I fixed dinner and carried it to him as usual. Well, there was something coming on I wanted to watch last night--he KNEW I wanted to watch it which is why I figure he was actually at the house to be honest. the show started at 8:30.
At 8:00 I went in and asked if he was going to watch it. Rather than answer me straight out, he said "I don't understand why you want to watch that stupid shit." I simply said because I've been looking forward to it. I will watch it in here with you if you're going to watch it, if not I'll sit in the living room and watch it with the girls. He rolls his eyes and tells me that he is not going to watch it and if that stupid show is more important than him and our relationship then he guesses I need to make a choice. I say OK and leave the room. He then calls my phone about 5 minutes later. Yes, he calls me from the next room. When I answer he says to me "Oh, so I see how it is. Am I going to have to go out and get some pussy (he knows I hate that word!!) Instead of arguing with him because I know that is what he wants so that I miss the show I've been waiting to watch (which would be my fault by the way), I say "if that's what you feel you need to do" and hang up. He then starts slamming things in the bedroom and leaves slamming doors. Our poor daughter, who isn't feeling well and is laying on the couch with a cloth over her eyes jumps about a foot off the couch and I felt so bad.
Anyway, he finally comes home about 2 hours later and by this point I am in bed. He huffs and makes as much noise as possible as well as bouncing on the bed as hard as he can and in general letting me know that he is really unhappy. I just roll over to go to sleep because I just don't feel like talking to him and hearing how all of the world's problems are my fault. He then tells me I can "start" anytime (meaning giving him oral sex) as he has to go to work tomorrow. REALLY!! Sadly, I of course had sex with him to keep this from escalating any further at this point, but for the first time I can honestly say that I felt like I was out of my body. I felt literally nothing--not angry, not sad, not scared, just numb. Interesting to say the least.
At 8:00 I went in and asked if he was going to watch it. Rather than answer me straight out, he said "I don't understand why you want to watch that stupid shit." I simply said because I've been looking forward to it. I will watch it in here with you if you're going to watch it, if not I'll sit in the living room and watch it with the girls. He rolls his eyes and tells me that he is not going to watch it and if that stupid show is more important than him and our relationship then he guesses I need to make a choice. I say OK and leave the room. He then calls my phone about 5 minutes later. Yes, he calls me from the next room. When I answer he says to me "Oh, so I see how it is. Am I going to have to go out and get some pussy (he knows I hate that word!!) Instead of arguing with him because I know that is what he wants so that I miss the show I've been waiting to watch (which would be my fault by the way), I say "if that's what you feel you need to do" and hang up. He then starts slamming things in the bedroom and leaves slamming doors. Our poor daughter, who isn't feeling well and is laying on the couch with a cloth over her eyes jumps about a foot off the couch and I felt so bad.
Anyway, he finally comes home about 2 hours later and by this point I am in bed. He huffs and makes as much noise as possible as well as bouncing on the bed as hard as he can and in general letting me know that he is really unhappy. I just roll over to go to sleep because I just don't feel like talking to him and hearing how all of the world's problems are my fault. He then tells me I can "start" anytime (meaning giving him oral sex) as he has to go to work tomorrow. REALLY!! Sadly, I of course had sex with him to keep this from escalating any further at this point, but for the first time I can honestly say that I felt like I was out of my body. I felt literally nothing--not angry, not sad, not scared, just numb. Interesting to say the least.
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