Yesterday the FedEx lady brought me some new tulips. There was no card. I asked J. why he bought them and he said “because your Valentine’s Day ones died“. Then he told me that I owed him a blow job anal ‘something’. He said he was joking. I called his bluff. Sweet, huh? I was astounded, and elated. He’s coming along nicely. This is 5+ years in the making of course, but, progress is progress!
We had a shaky therapy session this week. I was cramping like a summamabitch and not in the mood to hear anything negatory about myself from him, or any ‘constructive criticisms’ from our counselor. I must have made that obvious because at one point the good doctor told J. “Well, I see how she can be difficult to deal with…”
Wha’? Me? Nooooo!
We pettifogged over a couple of things that had been bothering us since our last appointment, I bitched and he moaned, and by the time we lifted our fat asses off of the couch we felt better and the air was tense, but tolerable.
I did our little nudge move, where I bump my hip into his in hopes that he’ll do it in return and I can be assured that he’s not angry with me. He did, and he wasn’t.
Later he wanted me to walk on his back to pop it, and I did. But when The Bella made the comment that ‘mommy’s too big!!!‘ and he laughed under my feet, I jumped up and down a few times and almost pulverized his internal organs. I’m sure it hurt like hell.
Maybe I should give him that ‘something’.
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OMG. You are my new addiction. You’re HAAAAAA-larious.
I’m glad things are going well! Sounds like you’re feeling a little better!
Therapy, eh? I’m jealous. For some strange reason I’ve always wanted to go to therapy. Couples therapy, dream therapy, whateverthefuck therapy…doesn’t matter to me so long as it’s therapy.
Ouch! I wouldn’t have to jump up and down on my husband to hurt him. I could never even get away with even walking on him. It would put him in intensive care. I am an Amazon woman. lol
I totally want to be you when I grow up…
Maybe you should change your name to Madam Immoral Matriarch… jumping on his back? Who needs friggin’ therapy with trust like that? Good to hear life seems to be getting better.
That therapist is clearly on his side. Have you tried lifting up your shirt?
(Come find me if you need more incredibly helpful advice.)
Only give what you can get. That is my motto. But, I’m a stingy bitch like that.
I do that same “are you mad” hip bump!
Tulips are my absolutely all-time favorite flower. I never get tired of seeing them. I love your blog and will be adding you to my blog roll if you don’t mind! :)
This blog is kick ass! Thanks for “dropping” in over a MMD!
ah couples therapy! Love it. d Wife and I find that our best communication happens when a third party is there to intercept and re-form our communication with one another. Like a male-ese to female-ese interpreter. Looks like it’s going well for you. The jury’s still out on us, but so far it seems to have eased the hostilities.
Those flowers are gorgeous!
Happy Saturday! Blog Hoppin’! :-)
“Margarita Mom”
I gotta say the flowers are a nice touch. But I’d tell him they were a good START at foreplay.
Wow. I am so impressed.
You guys go with your head shrunk selves!
Sounds like you guys are getting along well. You seem happy, very nice :)
This is Lucky
Aww, I’m glad that the two of you are doing better. And the flowers are pretty. I’m jealous. I miss talking to you :(. No seriously and I never miss anything, except chocolate…. and Korey. He’s moving in 2 weeks BTW, did I tell you that? I was sad at first but, now I’m actually looking forward to it as then I won’t be able to fuck him. :D. Oh and I tutor 2 times a week, it makes me want a hysterectomy, but I like it. I think I will pay to have your tubes untied.
I meet a new guy his name is David and he’s an asshole, like me. He picks on me a lot, I like it. He’s Guatemalan and Vietnamese, and has chubby cheeks. I also meet this other guy who’s Moroccan his name is Mourad, I’m going out with him tomorrow. He annoys me, but I’m not sure why yet.
I wish I could write like you… I have to have more crazy dreams though… I’ll get on that.
Oh, he IS lucky you didn’t hop up and down and kill him for that!
Sometimes, I think my husband and I need therapy, but I don’t know that it would work for us. I’m just not that open and my husband hates therapists. All in all, I think it would be more of a train wreck than we already are sometimes! I envy your ability to go and do it and be productive.
The tulips are beautiful!! I love tulips, they’re so springy!
oooohhhh…how you didn’t step on his neck after that I’ll never know. Those flowers definitely saved him….but I agree with Deb…that’s just a START to foreplay.
i need to go to therapy…i need my attitude readjusted!!
you’re so funny!!
xoxo
Yes, definitely give him that ‘something’! :) And I see many more romantic gestures in your future!
Hugs!
Hey there. This is my first time to your blog but I’ve seen you comment on a lot of the blogs I frequent. I love your space here.
Just wanted to say that. :)
Awww, flowers ’cause your old ones died. How awesome!
therapy’s ok…except when you work for a psychiatrist and she makes you bonkers…
I heart your new digs
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