Looking back at this night – hell, the past five days – I realize that I just need people. I need to talk to people. I need to be touched. I need some kind of reciprocal communication. I need to be told that I am special. I need to be loved. My ‘normal’ life does not provide this from whom it should. There’s nothing wrong with getting that communication portion from friends and others – but it should include my wife. I am going to attempt to fix that upon her return.
I also have come to the realization that I will have to insert myself into my family’s lives more. I will have to work on the homeworks and on getting all of them weaned from the damn TV and computer. That is my only hope in raising good, polite, smart children and in having some semblance of a return to a regular, healthy relationship with my wife.
I have not spoken to Best Friend in a long time. She’s been avoiding answering me. I am okay with that in some ways but really needed some ONE to talk two these past couple of weeks. That hasn’t happened so I have a lot of built up grief and issues. When you can’t talk to someone you keep it all bottled up inside of you and the pressure is quite dangerous. I yell. I have a short temper. I get more physical acting (I don’t act upon that).
BF and I are going to hang out all day on Friday. We’re both taking the day off and will hang out together. My mind races with lots of ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’. It’s harmless on the exterior. Short of some crazy dreams that I have had – it is harmless. She has explained to her husband that we are safer together in that we’ve already been down the road of intimacy. That’s better because you don’t get hung up on the ‘what ifs’ if becoming intimate. I agree – to a point. Either she means that it was not ’special’ enough to think of going down that road again or she is more realistic t(and grown up) to know that neither of us are in a situation to do anything to change our situations. I kind of fall into the latter part of that thinking as well.
Tonight though – my mind is racing. What if we did something? The timing is a bit good with everyone out of town. What would we do? What would the result be? Deep down I know that I am capable of straying. Deep down I also know that nothing good could come from straying. People get hurt no matter what and there are no good outcomes. Nobody can keep a secret. It will always come out – rather to be spiteful, to intentially hurt, or even just by mistake.
We both long for touching but to be honest it’s too freakin’ hot for that! I have given her the option of what we do – go somewhere, drive out of town, watch movies, go to movies. I think that she has to decide so many things in a day that she won’t pick something. I’m okay with just seeing what happens. No expectations. No fears.
On other fronts – Ex Worker Friend has been coming by to work on a computer. She needs a computer and – go figure – I have some to use. I don’t break out in a sweat like I have on other occasions – or as much at least. She is cute. But in that fifteen year younger cute that is kind of lecherous. She has offered to hang out with me while the family is gone. I’ll try to make that happen as well.
Lunch Friend has also offered to take me to dinner/lunch or do things while everyone is gone.
It’s nice to feel like people care enough to offer to help!
The stress level these past couple of weeks has been usually high. It always seems that when one of us is leaving town that we start bickering more. A lot more. This is another one of ‘those’ instances.
Last night I kind of expected a little more affection. I came home and she was sitting watching TV – the cursed device that has driven a wedge into our relationship. I will admit that she asked me to sit down and watch it with her, so maybe I’m missing the point. It was a stupid show anyway. I went to the kids and they were more interested in playing computer games than spending time with me.
I had enough and just went to bed instead. No sense in staying awake to be ignored.
She woke me up getting into bed so I held out a glimmer that she would roll over towards me and initiate something on the eve of her being gone for two weeks. No luck.
I woke up a little before her this morning. I couldn’t tell if she was going to sleep later or wake up with me. The smell of overnight alcohol being sweat out filled our room. The rising temperature of the sun beating through the windows was not helping. Once she started stirring she rolled towards me and in a fell swoop – had her top off! Maybe it was going to be a good morning afterall….
Some times, especially lately, I can sort of tell how things are going to be. I need more communication as to why it occurs but sometimes she won’t kiss me. That’s how this day started out. Maybe it’s morning breath? Maybe she’s still partially asleep? Maybe it’s something else? I would like to know.
The room was definately heating up – more sun and now our bodies pushing on eachother. She was not interested in my kissing her mouth – just her body. I was not opposed to this, but sometimes I can get the most amazing hard-on from kissing. It wasn’t going to happen today. I took wonderful advantage of being able to kiss and rub her arms, neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach. Eventually I entered her from on top. She still would not let me kiss her mouth and would not open her eyes. I’m thinking it was the partial asleep excuse. We had a good rhythm but it just was not working for me. I felt no closeness. No love. Hell… I felt nothing other than the physical thrusting that was going on. It wasn’t even that exciting.
We synchronized our motions and I could tell that she was close. During morning where the kids are around, she purposely muffles her happiness – to the point that I often have to ask if she made it. She did.
I don’t know if it was the alcohol odor, the lack of eye contact, or the lack of kissing – but I was not getting off on this. I just wanted it to be over at this point. I eventually tired of trying to make it more exciting and she wasn’t receptive that anything had not happened yet.
I don’t know how that works because several things happen when I come: my penis throbs, my body stiffens up momentarily, I tend to say/force some kind of sound – oh yeah, a fluid comes out of me! Again, I’m not saying that I understand anything but I would think that she could tell that – at the very least – she was not the recepticle for any fluids from me.
I rolled off of her and tried to see if she was more receptive to some other playing. Normally after I come, my penis loses the severity of it’s hardness. I was still hard and under other circumstances, more than able to continue. This morning – it wasn’t going any further.
She layed next to me for a bit longer, her hand brushed against my still hard cock but seemed checked out of the whole encounter. She put her clothes back on and got out of bed.
The rest of the day just went to hell from there. Everyone is fighting. Not doing what they are supposed to. Not getting ready to leave. I just want everyone to leave. I am so looking forward to this…
Yesterday – after a nice morning sex session – we spent the rest of the morning working on some long-term projects together. It was an enjoyable day. We had plans to go to a party last night – without kids!
I didn’t know how many people were invited and to be honest, kind of hoped that we would be able to find a bathroom, removed from the festivities. I kind of like doing that and she normally is receptive to the whole idea.
Sadly the wife started drinking mid-afternoon. She had almost two or three glasses before we had left and was almost to angry-drunk mode. It was not shaping up to be a nice evening. We arrived and there were only about seven other people. The way that the house was situated, we would not be able to escape for fifteen minutes unnoticed. Oh well. She continued drinking. There’s a point – a bit after cute drunk, around the time of angry drunk – where she becomes a bit more animated. This can be good (if we are having sex) but can be bad in company. She talks as if she knows a bit more than she does and can embarrass herself – or others – without being aware of it. This was where she was last night. She actually only put her foot in her mouth a couple of times and only alienated one person – not bad.
Her path progressed to quiet, drunk lady. She has no expression and will not say anything aloud. She may mumble to herself – but it starts not being so pretty any longer. I read that it was time to go. Saying good-bye took a bit longer. She was almost angry and was babbling about nothing in particular – but it was VERY important to her. I was hoping that she would fall asleep soon. She finally did about halfway home.
I knew there was no chance for anything last night. I didn’t even want to try. She was quiet again and slipped into bed and was out.
Since the kids were away, I figured that we had a great opportunity in the morning again. Nope. Not even a good morning kiss. She was stumbling around – hangover-ish. I stayed in bed and slept another hour and half. I tried to initiate a last ditch effort but she was not receptive.
Before noon, she was hitting the hair of the dog.
In looking at these posts – there’s a correlation between having sex and her drinking. When she isn’t drinking, I’m not getting any. I’m miserable during those times. Here’s the magic question? Is it worth it? Let her drink and deal with those circumstances – but get laid…..
It’s a Friday night. The weekend. Your period ended early in the week. Chances are pretty good that we’re going to have sex. I get home and the proverbial shit hits the fan. Obviously nothing I am doing is making you happy and you are quite vocal about that. Between us fighting, the kids fighting – not looking like a good night.
I go to the office and try to work on some bills and you stay watching tv and drinking more wine. When it’s time for bed, the kids are surprisingly sleepy and go to bed almost on time. I try asking you about your day, the weekend plans, etc – because I really would like to know what’s going on in your life. You don’t say anything of value and say it’s time for sleep. You pretty much demand that I come to bed with you anyway. I’m thinking that angry, drunk sex is better than none at all. I made a round though the house making sure everything is locked and come back to bed. I strip down and crawl up next to you. The smell of booze that is oozing from your pores is not exactly a turn-on. I hold onto your hands and….
And…. you’re out. Out like a light. There are times when you are like this that I honestly feel like I should take advantage of the situation. I don’t necessarily mean forced sex – but a little bit of humiliation could be justified to show how out of it you are. I think of masturbating into your face and hair. Maybe just over your top. Something that would still be there in the morning and would maybe make you realize that there’s a problem here. I think about this but decide it’s not proper. What if the kids saw you first?
I go back to the office, turn on the computer and finish some work.
When I went back to the room to go to sleep – opening the door brought a brand new definition of stench to mind. I felt that if I lit a match – the whole room would explode from the fumes. I crawled into bed and tried to stay as far on my side of the bed as I could.
The morning came and I woke before you did. The smell was not as bad and the heat from the sun shining into our windows make it warm enough that you had kicked the covers off. You were wearing a slightly sheer cotton top. Looking at you sleeping, looking kind of cute made me happy that I didn’t follow through with my idea from last night. You started stirring and moved up into you to say good morning. You were surprisingly happy for what I had expected to be a headachy morning for you. You were also usually friendly so early and quickly had my shorts off. I was starting to get very hard while you stripped out of your night clothes. Your breath was atrocious – but you wouldn’t let me kiss you – I think you knew. You pushed my kissing lips down to your chest and I happily stroked and kissed you. While I was busy doing that your hand found my penis and directed it inside you. You were slightly moist, but as always, I could tell that this was going to be another one of ‘those’ encounters where you were not into it as much as I was. Again, it’s better than nothing so I rolled you on top of me.
I was hoping that this would allow you to control the excitement level for yourself a bit more. I really should have reached over for some lubrication from your drawer. Oh right. You moved it out of the drawer for some stupid reason. Having you on top gave me wonderful access to your chest. I concentrated less on my penis and a whole lot on your nipples and that perfect spot between your breasts for my face. For a brief minute I realized that there was a chance that you would come as well. I thought a bit too much about it and came. I tried to stay inside of you and when you rolled off of me I tried to get you back into the groove with my finger. You used the excuse that our daughter was the door. She wasn’t.
I attempted to keep you in the bed so that we could talk more about the weekend – you were pretty adamant about getting out of bed.
I tried talking about last night – you denied that you had been drinking so much and you were ‘just tired’.
I really wish we could have a discussion about this.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: communication, Having Sex, Making Love, Spouses, touching
I tried for the early morning, wake-up sex. You weren’t having it.
It felt good to just cuddle with you and talk anyway – almost an hour passed!
After working in the yard all day – we both needed a shower. I offered, you conceded – and we were in the shower together. After a quick rinse of our bodies, you started kissing my chest and neck. Something came ‘up’ and you were quick to start rubbing my cock and my balls. Your back was against the wall and I had spread my legs so that I was lower than you. Not only did I have great access to your breasts – you had great access to my dick. I turned you around and entered you from behind. The feeling was great – almost light-headed – a mix of the ecstasy, the warm shower, and the blood rushing to other parts of my body. It just didn’t feel ‘right’. You had your arms up on the shower wall. I tried to get you to play with yourself so that you could enjoy the shower as well. You opted not to. I tried reaching around to you myself but the rocking motion wasn’t conducive to my playing with you. Again, it just wasn’t right. You kept asking what I wanted but nothing was doing it.
I asked you to get down on your knees and to let me cum on your chest. Together we stroked my penis and balls until I was cumming all over your chest. I am always amazed how much can still come out after just having sex so recently. I played with it on your body as we washed it off. It’s funny how it reacts in hot water – parts glob up and stick to any stray hair. Anything that doesn’t go down the drain is just asking to be slipped on while getting out!
We toweled each other off and I asked if we could finish this day with you on top. Again, you said ‘yes’.
The night ended with you going to bed and complaining that you were sunburned. I’ll try again in the morning…
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After almost two weeks of my just have an affair with my hand – I spent all day today wavering between flat out demanding sex from my wife or just holding out until she finally does something to show that she cares. The first satisfies the immediate need, the second causes me more frustration.
When I came home, I noticed that she was already a glass into a bottle of wine. My mind raced through the options and the best plan of attack was to have a glass as well. I was home almost an hour before she even noticed – a sad state of being anyway. When I walked into the office I was holding my wine in my hand and had unzipped my pants and brought my penis out. She never noticed either one – kept playing her game. Not until I actually placed my slowly, getting erect penis on her arm did she say anything. She giggled and wanted to know how long I had been home – I pointed to my penis and said ‘that long’. She didn’t touch, initiate, or otherwise acknowledge me or my penis. I went out of the room and stripped down to nothing but my shirt and came back into the room with a very erect penis. I informed her that the kids were watching a movie and she had her option of now or later – but if she chose later – she could not use ‘I’m Sleepy’ as an excuse. She said that she was already tired and that if I insisted – now would be the time.
We went into the bedroom and I stripped her of her clothes – I stayed in my shirt only. I sat down on the bed and kissed and fondled her breasts. With her between my legs and busy with her top half, she maneuvered the tip of my penis inside her. I played with her chest for a while and eventually she climbed on top of me. She grinded into me while I continued to play her breasts and nipples. I stood up, while still inside and relocated her on her back on the edge of the bed. She was so wet that I kept slipping out.
I insisted on going down – something that she tried to stop. I wasn’t having any of that. She kept being worried about the kids leaving their movie – even the thought of which usually distracts her from the process at hand. I had to ask her to concentrate as I wasn’t stopping until she came. She ended up covering her eyes and ears with her hands while I worked hard down below. Her stomach started to contract more in rhythm with my licking and I knew she was close. Her hands were still on her head and she was having a hard time keeping her excitement in. She started cumming and tried to get me to stop. I continued to keep her hands away from pushing me away and continued licking.
When I stopped, my face was wet with her wetness. I moved up so that I could enter her. She was at that point where she has no control over anything. I always feel that I could do anything to her right after her orgasm as she is at a point of extreme excitement and lack of bodily control. While fucking on the edge of the bed I continued to lick my lips and around my mouth to continue to taste her remaining moistness. We synced our motions and I came with a the knowing excitement that only comes from being inside her. It sure beat masturbation!
Afterwards we talked while we dressed and I reminded her again for a reason why we go so long in between sessions? She didn’t have an answer.
I suggested that we continue this all weekend and she smiled and said that the probability was ‘good’. I will try again in the morning!
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Ashley Alexandra Dupre, Client 9, communication, Kristin, prostitution, relationships, Spitzer
With everything that has been going on with (now former) Governor of New York, Eliot Spitzer and the prostitution ring – it has really made me think more about his situation. I am sure that someday soon the sordid acts will hit the press and lots of people will be blaming the girl and others the guy. For my generation, hookers were never a part of my life. I am quite sure that for my fathers and grandfathers that visiting prostitutes was much more rampant. We all joked about it more through high school and our early twenties. To be truthful – sex was pretty much available to us we just had to work at it more. As opposed to girls who can have sex ANY TIME they want – there will always be a willing participant. I digress. I have always known someone that I worked with or hung out with that ’said’ that they have used hookers. They tended to be older than me, in comparison I’d say they were uglier than me, and their ultimate comparison was always that with dating, you spent $100 on dinner and there was no guarantee of sex. With a hooker, there was a guarantee and you didn’t have to feed them! I even had one business associate say that he liked escorts in other cities because it gave him someone to have dinner with or to go dancing with. He claimed that he rarely had sex – they charge by the hour so they really didn’t care what they did.
There have been many ‘revelations’ by late night news talk shows with current and past ‘escorts’. I have a regular read also from a Vegas blogger that writes for the Las Vegas Weekly. Check out his story here. A common thread is that the majority of the people who frequent prostitutes are middle aged, married, and not necessarily just there for the sex. Yes, there are those who want someone who will let someone do something that their wives won’t allow them to do or to do something TO them that their wives won’t do to them. But those seem to be the exceptions. Most of the people making the circuits and the talking Doctors all say that most of the men just want to be able to talk, to be held, and that the sex ends up being just a by-product of the event and all admitted that it does not always occur.
I have been talking with Best Friend a lot lately and we have come up with the reason that we all put up with crap in our personal lives is that it becomes the new ‘normal’ for us. It becomes commonplace for me to have to deal with someone who drinks and gets strange while drinking. Should this be normal? No. But, the alternative often has such deeper impacts that you deal with it.
I have found that what I do not get from my wife – I get from other places. Kind of like my Surrogate Spouse theory. We look for that interaction that we are missing from others. Not necessarily sexual – but things like conversation, touching, admiration, among others. When my wife stopped talking to me about my day, what I was doing, and just general conversations – I found that I would purposely seek out friends, lunch mates, even just phoning far away friends to have that conversation part of my life covered. Touching has also been something that I look for elsewhere – not sexual touching – but just holding hands or sitting next to me. Having someone just interested in how you are doing is nice sometimes.
This leads me back to the original thoughts of why someone like the Governor (or a President, an Actor, a Husband) would risk their lives and fortune to have an affair? Yes you could argue that they were thinking with their ‘other’ head. But I think that it’s because it’s worth the risk to have those feelings. I have had drinks or food with B.F. and have publically (or at least under the table) held hands or sat with my arm around her. If you think about that, that is pretty stupid. If someone that I knew, or knew my wife, or knew her, or her husband – how would you explain that? I’m sure that I could explain it to my wife and I think that she would ultimately understand. But nobody else would. I still do it because it’s what I NEED. And it IS worth the risk.
I’m back to the schedule where my wife won’t have sex with me. I can’t explain it any more and cannot find the rhyme or reason as to when or why. All of these articles and shows talking about it makes me think about it further. Would it be possible? Having an affair with someone while you are married pretty much gets the ol’ stink-eye from everyone. But visiting a prostitute isn’t looked at nearly as bad. Maybe I should look into it more. It may satisfy my sexual needs and hell, I could use the attention sometimes. This escort was $2,000 an HOUR. They were in the room for two hours. Although I have been able to boast of some sexual prowess in my early years – it’s very difficult to have sex for two straight hours. So you know that they talked – or touched – or did something else during that time period. I do not have a spare $8k hanging around and now with all of these news shows I know NOT to have a prostitute cross the state lines. What do think hookers get here in my city?
When they bust ‘johns’ on hooker-row, they seem to be offering $20 for a hand job. Sex seems to go for around $60. There are escort services advertised locally and on Craigslist. I’m too chicken to call them to ask pricing. I’m so freakin’ cheap I make myself sick.
Anyway – these are just my thoughts. I find it funny that girl ‘Kristin’ is getting offers to publish her songs and set her up as a singer. I can just tell you that she’s never gonna get over that $2,000/an hour thing. Her name is Ashley Alexandra Dupre and she has a myspace page and go to any news/gossip site and they’ll have the link. She will never be treated seriously. It’s kind of like when porn-star-turned-actress Traci Lords wanted to be treated seriously. People have seen her movies and know what she did on film for money. I saw an interview with her after she had pretty much given up on the movies because she said that the actors, directors, and producers all wanted to fuck her instead. No matter how much she fought it – it was there. I think that she finally gave up on ’serious’ roles and was stuck in campy TV roles. This poor girl, no matter how well she can sing, will always be talked about – not just behind her back – about what she did. There will always be a promoter, a producer, a record company guy, a security guy – hell, a stagehand – that will always bring it up in conversation. I cannot fault her for what she has chosen to do. I have a feeling that more women have thought about it sometime in their lives. People use sex for other things to get what they want – why is it any worse to ask for money for it? Obviously there’s a market out there for it. Yes there are risks – robbery, disease, death. But if you are careful – I bet there’s some good money in it! If you could get back on your feet monetarily by talking to, touching, and the occasional having sex with somebody – who are we to judge? Hell, there are people doing that NOT FOR MONEY. She could go work for $7.50 an hour at a fast food place and never get out of her situation and then she’ll still be judged as someone who isn’t living up to their potential.
I wish the girl the best in her life. I’m sure that a lot of opportunities will present themselves to her and I hope she makes good decesions. I’m a bit pissed – as a guy – at the Governor for screwing up his family. I’m even more pissed as a citizen that an elected official didn’t have more forethought to NOT transport someone from across the state lines and using our tax dollars for his security detail. He makes our country look bad for just not thinking. What an idiot. I hope that he’s happy being disbarred, probably divorced, and being the butt of jokes for quite a long while.
Was all that worth it?
Best Friend called late tonight and we lamented about our lives. I told her about my dinner and subsequent finding an almost empty bottle. She told me about the continued lack of communication and crappy support she was receiving. We talked about being responsible adults and responsible parents. We talked about how screwed up things can be and how we are better people for putting up with our own demons. Her husband had returned to his wicked ways and all the things that they were going to ‘work’ on have fallen by the wayside. I think we talked about for about 90 minutes! She has so much more to worry about in her life than I do – it makes me feel like my issues are petty in comparison. She disclosed some things that we’ve never spoken of before which made her nervous and instantly I could tell she was upset that she had said them to me. When we were done, I felt like we both got things off of our chest and was relieved to have SOMEONE to talk to.
When I stepped into the bedroom for something, the smell of old alcohol was overpowering…
All week long I have been begging for sex with my wife. She has looked incredibly sexy when she’s come home. I’ve offered to help her out of her work clothes. I’ve offered to help her change into her jammies. I’ve tried going to bed at the same time. Nothing worked.
She informed me that there we were all going out to eat at a relatively fancy restaurant tonight and that she was going to spend Saturday night with the girls. Friday night restaurant was to be a celebration of her new job – something that guess I wasn’t making a big enough deal over. I suggested that the sleepover occur on Saturday so that after the celebratory dinner, we could engage in celebratory sex. That did not go over well either. Making a command decision – I insisted that the sleepover occur on Friday (along with dinner). She let me know that my decision meant “I was not getting any all weekend”. Using my poor communication skills of not shutting up at the right moment – I responded with the “I wasn’t planning on it”. I have been feeling under the weather – like something coming on so I really didn’t think I would be much up for it anyway. There was a little bit of method to my madness.
Dinner comes to be and I went home to take everyone there – the whole family plus an extra for the sleepover. Wife was odd but I just wasn’t opening my eyes I think. I saw her get a glass for wine but didn’t think anything of it. She wore a sweater that has laces – like shoestrings – up the front. It’s very flattering and her cleavage was quite striking. I let her out early to go get our name on the list and proceeded to the valet parking – free for this restaurant. We had a table immediately and started the ordering process. She opted for a glass of wine – again, me not noticing anything strange about it.
Her ordering was unlike her normal self. She didn’t want appetizers, but she wanted appetizers. She kept wavering and was not making any sense. We moved past that and when she ordered for the kids, she became very confused with the whole process. Again – I was not looking at the big picture now either. While we waited, I tried holding her hands. I told her how nice she looked. I tried sitting close to her. I tried to have a conversation. It was not working. The kids were all busy with electronic games and I tried to bring them into conversations. It was at this point that I really thought that she was just ‘wanting’ to be celebrated.
I broke down and ordered a beer – once I had a drink we all toasted which seemed to liven her up a bit. The food arrived and her meat was unusually rare – rarer than I have ever seen her eat. I asked if it was too red for her and she just smiled in a crappy manner to me. She sort of ate it. Mine was delicious and we usually share bites from each other’s plates. I shared mine – it was not reciprocal. I had told everyone how wonderful the deserts were and tried to get everyone excited. I asked wife which one she wanted and she didn’t want one. I insisted and then she decided to argue with the kids over the whole thing. I just ordered two deserts anyway. She was VERY quiet at this point and would sort of make sounds but no real words came from her mouth – just smart ass mouthings of things. It was very irritable to witness.
The deserts finally came and looked great! They had brought extra spoons for all of us and some extra napkins. She started reaching across the table – dipping her sleeves in the food. I tried to save them but she pulled away rudely. She stopped the kids from grabbing spoons before she did and started arguing with them – but just not coherently. She ended up trying to stuff her face – all the while slopping food all over the table and herself. I handed her the first clean napkin and she threw it on the floor. I handed her a second one and she slammed it on the table. I tried to keep the mess from going everywhere and the kids at this point were just laughing at her.
We paid the bill and got up to leave – I had to get her out of the booth and she almost brought me down trying to get her up. Once up, she had two napkins stuck in her lap – one in the creases of her sweater, the other in between her legs. I had to get them off of her and she thought I was being grabby, I guess. I offered her my arm as she was a bit wobbly. We went outside and waited for the car to be brought around. There was a light rain and I offered to help her with her jacket but she refused. She was standing in the rain and then decided she wanted her coat on. I tried assisting her which pissed her off even more. I gave up on the process and barely got her into the car.
She got home and had to use the walls to navigate to our room. She made it to the bathroom, stripped, washed and was in bed without saying another word.
I got the kids settled and doing fun things and in my travels through the house I came upon the almost empty bottle of wine. I am pretty astute to things and I do not think that she had time to have more than one glass – but she obviously did. She was freakin’ drunk again!
I had thought that this chapter of our lives was done. Little did I know…
