So I shit on him and talk negatively about our situation regularly. I don’t mention all the details. Not to say that I’m wrong and he’s right or that I may not be overreacting during the time my Little Red Riding Hood friend of the month appears. But no one can know the whole truth without living in my shoes. No one can know all the details because than my blog will be non-stop like the slop you left openly in the toilet after last night’s burrito came out your ass with peppery fire and a slight tear full of promise that: “I will never eat this again!”
But then what you do?
I don’t leave much privacy for him or me. Although I don’t flat go about giving our home addresses and how you can go about meeting us for more intimate or not-so-intimate details of our Life. All in all what the card says rings true when it comes to him (despite my grudges, ongoing hatred and shoot in the foot shotgun resentment). Eight years of being with one partner (no matter how on and off) can do wonders for your sex life or take away from it (from time to time).
There are things you never knew existed sexually. Or even what it was like making love under a moonlight, feeling closer to heaven while for the first time in your Life experience(d) what it was actually like to have Meaningful Sex with someone you adore and cherish deeply. I thought it didn’t exist! *bangs head hard on wall* There are things one wouldn’t care for BUT suddenly do! Like getting your salad tossed and getting fingered and your clitoris massaged at the same time because nothing says I love you better than multiple orgasms! Then there are things you become aware of.. like if you two depart, well, good fucking luck finding this “service and decor” you had in your new partner.