Tonight on Fox! When Conversations Attack!!
January 16th 2007 20:12
It always happens that way doesn't it? A simple question asked, turns into a night of squabbling, and a person sleeping on the couch in a fit of anger.
It all started innocently enough. There we were, me and my husband, laying in bed, watching Dr. Phil. I, of course was chatting with some friends of mine on the laptop. Someone brings up how much fun it used to be for she and her husband to get high and have sex. This was quite surprising to me. I've never smoked pot, so I am totally clueless to it's affects. With all the eating and laughing people claim to do while high, sex just doesn't seem like it would be a high priority after tokin' up.
In what proved to be the mistake of the evening, I turned to my husband and asked if that was true. His response was "Hmm should I even answer this? Oh yeah, it's good"
Of course, I hear "OH MY GOD, IT'S FUCKING AMAZING!! OH GOD! UUUH OH GOD! AHHHHHH!! Could you hand me a towel, I just creamed my jeans"
Since when he was getting high, he was with another girl at the time (we had a four month break in our relationship, where he immediatly hooks up, and moves in another girl) who he got high with and apparantly fucked senseless while being high. Since I've never been high, I've never got fucked senseless while being high, so I know him creaming his jeans over fucking while high, wasn't with me.
This is when it starts getting ugly.
My first reaction upon hearing it's good was to vomit. I, literally felt the green eyed monster uncoil in the pit of my belly and lash out and attack my heart. Silly isn't it? Yet, it's amazing that jealousy can manifest itsefl in a real, physical way at times.
We ended up arguing the whole night, me slinging every mean thing he's ever said to me as an example of his apparant hatred of me, and then going to sleep on the couch with thoughts of being the "booby prize" he was stuck with for the rest of his life, because God knows the guy is fucking lazy ass bastard who can't behoove himsel to fucking take out the trash or wash a dish, so what makes me think he would find the gumption get out of a shitty booby prize sham of a marriage when putting his fucking plate in the sink is apparantly a monumental task that takes him two days to accomplish?
We talked about it some more today, and I am quite honestly surprised by how hurt I am over this whole thing. I realize that this is MY issue, and that I probably should make sure that I don't never ever skip a day of my anti depressants again.
It all started innocently enough. There we were, me and my husband, laying in bed, watching Dr. Phil. I, of course was chatting with some friends of mine on the laptop. Someone brings up how much fun it used to be for she and her husband to get high and have sex. This was quite surprising to me. I've never smoked pot, so I am totally clueless to it's affects. With all the eating and laughing people claim to do while high, sex just doesn't seem like it would be a high priority after tokin' up.
In what proved to be the mistake of the evening, I turned to my husband and asked if that was true. His response was "Hmm should I even answer this? Oh yeah, it's good"
Of course, I hear "OH MY GOD, IT'S FUCKING AMAZING!! OH GOD! UUUH OH GOD! AHHHHHH!! Could you hand me a towel, I just creamed my jeans"
Since when he was getting high, he was with another girl at the time (we had a four month break in our relationship, where he immediatly hooks up, and moves in another girl) who he got high with and apparantly fucked senseless while being high. Since I've never been high, I've never got fucked senseless while being high, so I know him creaming his jeans over fucking while high, wasn't with me.
This is when it starts getting ugly.
My first reaction upon hearing it's good was to vomit. I, literally felt the green eyed monster uncoil in the pit of my belly and lash out and attack my heart. Silly isn't it? Yet, it's amazing that jealousy can manifest itsefl in a real, physical way at times.
We ended up arguing the whole night, me slinging every mean thing he's ever said to me as an example of his apparant hatred of me, and then going to sleep on the couch with thoughts of being the "booby prize" he was stuck with for the rest of his life, because God knows the guy is fucking lazy ass bastard who can't behoove himsel to fucking take out the trash or wash a dish, so what makes me think he would find the gumption get out of a shitty booby prize sham of a marriage when putting his fucking plate in the sink is apparantly a monumental task that takes him two days to accomplish?
We talked about it some more today, and I am quite honestly surprised by how hurt I am over this whole thing. I realize that this is MY issue, and that I probably should make sure that I don't never ever skip a day of my anti depressants again.
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Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
~Lily
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
You don't respond to what I write....perhaps I gush a little bit too much to make what I say credible...
But...the way you write...I don't know...it's...amazing.
Your honesty, the way you convey the pain you feel with lashings of humour, the way you write...
Brilliant.
Blown away.
Thing is...I don't get the whole 'sex on drugs' experience..
Sex is the highest high.
Hope you're well Sandi.
DuskDevi
Comment by Sandi
Thank you for all the kind words, jsut know I appreciate them immensely and I check your blog out, but I know shit about rugby. (what the hell kind of word is scrum anyway?)
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
And my turn to apologise...didn't mean to make anyone (why is my finger pointing at me?) out to be attention whorish...but it is your blog and we're the ones visiting you because we like the way you write so milk it.
Why the hell not?
You don't have to know Rugby to visit me...BUT tis not an obligation nor any bullshit pay in kind crap. If you visit, you visit, if you don't, you don't.
quid pro quo?
no no no.
quid pro bono....
I meant, responding to me on your site, not mine. And now you have. Cool.
DuskDevi
a scrum is a rugby term for 8 men (or women) locked with 8 other men (or women) in a huddle, they crouch, hold and engage then interlock and push against each other and wait for the ball to be thrust in...then the real fun begins...
very orgiastic....scrumptious...
Comment by Sandi
Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
Stick the plate on his side of the bed. See how fast he gets it to the sink then
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Anonymous
My that sounds yummy. I bet it's even better if you're high?
Someone should tell Tony the proper answer is "Yeah, it's great, I can't imagine how fucking awesome it would be with you since we have the most incredible sex of my life without smoking first."
Sandi I'm sorry this whole crap happened with you guys. I can't help but feel partly responsible. I must admit however, the missing a day of anti-depressants part cracked me up as well!
-T.C.
Comment by Anonymous
Ok.. so I bet it's even better if you're high was supposed to be struck through.