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So you want to hear a love story? I can tell you my experience if you'd care to read on. Love is a curse. It can turn normal, intelligent, fun loving, adult men into drooling, apron tied, imbeciles. Take myself for instance and my relationship with the other half. We have been together for a long time now; longer, in fact, than most marriages seem to last these days. Just recently however things haven't been so great. Well, I say recently but actually it seems to have been the last six months.
I was content with our life, very happy even. Going out 9 times a week, not including the odd pint I have after work of course, then coming home. Having a conversation with her, letting her know what so and so said tonight and falling into bed. A quick grope, get the leg over, a quick spurt and then to sleep. In the morning I would start up a conversation to let her know what I'd been up to the night before but she always stopped me with the words 'I know, you've told me already'. Wasn't my fault that I'd forgotten and tried to tell her again.
Six months ago she stopped coming to bed with me. Usually she didn't come to bed until I'd passed out. I'd try for a quick grope in the morning but she started to get up earlier then me. I got the impression she was trying to avoid me but I never tackled her about it.
Then one night, about 3 months ago, I started to snuggle up close when she told me to "get off". Actually she snarled it at me. I told her I loved her and just wanted to be close to her. That's when she told me she loved me too. She also told me she was sick of the life we led and that love wasn't enough because she didn't like me.
Well that can dampen a fellows ardour I can tell you but it got me thinking. Since she didn't come out drinking too often we'd ended up having very little in common. The only time we went out together is if we were meeting other couples, otherwise she didn't bother. Oh, it's not that she didn't go out drinking but she always went with her friends not me. I'd never stopped her doing anything she wanted to do before so I couldn't very well complain too much now without rocking the boat.
Valentines day came so I made a special effort to show her how much I loved her and what she really meant to me. I bought her flowers, chocolate, a memento in her team colours and two cards. Ten o'clock that evening I told her I was going to bed. What did she do? Just said "goodnight" that's all. So I emphasised the 'bed' part but she was playing dumb. I wasn't happy about that, after all, for the first time in 15 years, I'd actually bought her something on Valentines so you think she would reciprocate and do something nice for me but no.
Now she actually earns more money then me, nearly twice as much if truth be told, but that has never been an issue before. Joint account you know, just got money out whenever I needed it. Came home about three weeks ago after having a short session one Saturday afternoon when she tackled me about money. Not in an angry way, she says she doesn't get angry with me anymore because it's not worth the effort, just spoke to me as if she was discussing the weather. What she pointed out to me was the fact that I would not be able to lead the lifestyle I currently led on just my wage, and this being the case, why couldn't I change now and make an effort to save the relationship? What she was actually calling me was an alcoholic parasite.
I wasn't having any of that so I stayed in for a week to prove her wrong. I originally was going to have a few cans in the house but she said that to prove that I could do without I couldn't drink at all. What she did say was that if I stayed sober our sex life would improve - not that that would take much doing. So that was it - I stayed sober that night but I didn't get any of this 'improved' sex life. I stayed sober for a week without sex. Then I drank in the house for a week - still no sex. Then I started going to the pub again - still no sex.
So we are at an impasse at the moment. I love her and want sex. She loves me but doesn't want sex. She told me that expecting her to want sex with me 'just like that' wasn't an option anymore. She needed intimacy and a gradual reintroduction to sex. I don't know what she's talking about as we've never been overly intimate and a reintroduction to sex? I don't know where she gets these ideas from. Her friends maybe?
So, the impasse, this is where love is a curse. What to do next, what to try? I love her and want a divorce but I can't be bothered with all the hassle this would entail. Maybe it isn't love after all, maybe it is now just a habit.
I was content with our life, very happy even. Going out 9 times a week, not including the odd pint I have after work of course, then coming home. Having a conversation with her, letting her know what so and so said tonight and falling into bed. A quick grope, get the leg over, a quick spurt and then to sleep. In the morning I would start up a conversation to let her know what I'd been up to the night before but she always stopped me with the words 'I know, you've told me already'. Wasn't my fault that I'd forgotten and tried to tell her again.
Six months ago she stopped coming to bed with me. Usually she didn't come to bed until I'd passed out. I'd try for a quick grope in the morning but she started to get up earlier then me. I got the impression she was trying to avoid me but I never tackled her about it.
Then one night, about 3 months ago, I started to snuggle up close when she told me to "get off". Actually she snarled it at me. I told her I loved her and just wanted to be close to her. That's when she told me she loved me too. She also told me she was sick of the life we led and that love wasn't enough because she didn't like me.
Well that can dampen a fellows ardour I can tell you but it got me thinking. Since she didn't come out drinking too often we'd ended up having very little in common. The only time we went out together is if we were meeting other couples, otherwise she didn't bother. Oh, it's not that she didn't go out drinking but she always went with her friends not me. I'd never stopped her doing anything she wanted to do before so I couldn't very well complain too much now without rocking the boat.
Valentines day came so I made a special effort to show her how much I loved her and what she really meant to me. I bought her flowers, chocolate, a memento in her team colours and two cards. Ten o'clock that evening I told her I was going to bed. What did she do? Just said "goodnight" that's all. So I emphasised the 'bed' part but she was playing dumb. I wasn't happy about that, after all, for the first time in 15 years, I'd actually bought her something on Valentines so you think she would reciprocate and do something nice for me but no.
Now she actually earns more money then me, nearly twice as much if truth be told, but that has never been an issue before. Joint account you know, just got money out whenever I needed it. Came home about three weeks ago after having a short session one Saturday afternoon when she tackled me about money. Not in an angry way, she says she doesn't get angry with me anymore because it's not worth the effort, just spoke to me as if she was discussing the weather. What she pointed out to me was the fact that I would not be able to lead the lifestyle I currently led on just my wage, and this being the case, why couldn't I change now and make an effort to save the relationship? What she was actually calling me was an alcoholic parasite.
I wasn't having any of that so I stayed in for a week to prove her wrong. I originally was going to have a few cans in the house but she said that to prove that I could do without I couldn't drink at all. What she did say was that if I stayed sober our sex life would improve - not that that would take much doing. So that was it - I stayed sober that night but I didn't get any of this 'improved' sex life. I stayed sober for a week without sex. Then I drank in the house for a week - still no sex. Then I started going to the pub again - still no sex.
So we are at an impasse at the moment. I love her and want sex. She loves me but doesn't want sex. She told me that expecting her to want sex with me 'just like that' wasn't an option anymore. She needed intimacy and a gradual reintroduction to sex. I don't know what she's talking about as we've never been overly intimate and a reintroduction to sex? I don't know where she gets these ideas from. Her friends maybe?
So, the impasse, this is where love is a curse. What to do next, what to try? I love her and want a divorce but I can't be bothered with all the hassle this would entail. Maybe it isn't love after all, maybe it is now just a habit.
Really liked that. I thought you did well writing as a man, although it was a little stereotypical at times.
Well done.
Well done.
It was supposed to be a lv3 entry but having reread it I cannot decide if it worked me writing as a fellow or if it comes across as a womans 'view' on things.
Eerily accurate? That's worrying but not my take on men in general. Love 'em to bits I do :)
Eerily accurate? That's worrying but not my take on men in general. Love 'em to bits I do :)
Good read, tho' kinda grim.
Interesting Monologue.
Didn't really 'go anywhere' as a story, but still a good read...
Didn't really 'go anywhere' as a story, but still a good read...
Great take on the concept of love ... just hope this isn't a representation of your impression of men in general.
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Because it's eerily accurate.
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Because it's eerily accurate.
So you want to hear a love story? I can tell you my experience if you'd care to read on. Love is a curse. It can turn normal, intelligent, fun loving, adult men into drooling, apron tied, imbeciles. Take myself for instance and my relationship with the other half. We have been together for a long time now; longer, in fact, than most marriages seem to last these days. Just recently however things haven't been so great. Well, I say recently but actually it seems to have been the last six months.
I was content with our life, very happy even. Going out 9 times a week, not including the odd pint I have after work of course, then coming home. Having a conversation with her, letting her know what so and so said tonight and falling into bed. A quick grope, get the leg over, a quick spurt and then to sleep. In the morning I would start up a conversation to let her know what I'd been up to the night before but she always stopped me with the words 'I know, you've told me already'. Wasn't my fault that I'd forgotten and tried to tell her again.
Six months ago she stopped coming to bed with me. Usually she didn't come to bed until I'd passed out. I'd try for a quick grope in the morning but she started to get up earlier then me. I got the impression she was trying to avoid me but I never tackled her about it.
Then one night, about 3 months ago, I started to snuggle up close when she told me to "get off". Actually she snarled it at me. I told her I loved her and just wanted to be close to her. That's when she told me she loved me too. She also told me she was sick of the life we led and that love wasn't enough because she didn't like me.
Well that can dampen a fellows ardour I can tell you but it got me thinking. Since she didn't come out drinking too often we'd ended up having very little in common. The only time we went out together is if we were meeting other couples, otherwise she didn't bother. Oh, it's not that she didn't go out drinking but she always went with her friends not me. I'd never stopped her doing anything she wanted to do before so I couldn't very well complain too much now without rocking the boat.
Valentines day came so I made a special effort to show her how much I loved her and what she really meant to me. I bought her flowers, chocolate, a memento in her team colours and two cards. Ten o'clock that evening I told her I was going to bed. What did she do? Just said "goodnight" that's all. So I emphasised the 'bed' part but she was playing dumb. I wasn't happy about that, after all, for the first time in 15 years, I'd actually bought her something on Valentines so you think she would reciprocate and do something nice for me but no.
Now she actually earns more money then me, nearly twice as much if truth be told, but that has never been an issue before. Joint account you know, just got money out whenever I needed it. Came home about three weeks ago after having a short session one Saturday afternoon when she tackled me about money. Not in an angry way, she says she doesn't get angry with me anymore because it's not worth the effort, just spoke to me as if she was discussing the weather. What she pointed out to me was the fact that I would not be able to lead the lifestyle I currently led on just my wage, and this being the case, why couldn't I change now and make an effort to save the relationship? What she was actually calling me was an alcoholic parasite.
I wasn't having any of that so I stayed in for a week to prove her wrong. I originally was going to have a few cans in the house but she said that to prove that I could do without I couldn't drink at all. What she did say was that if I stayed sober our sex life would improve - not that that would take much doing. So that was it - I stayed sober that night but I didn't get any of this 'improved' sex life. I stayed sober for a week without sex. Then I drank in the house for a week - still no sex. Then I started going to the pub again - still no sex.
So we are at an impasse at the moment. I love her and want sex. She loves me but doesn't want sex. She told me that expecting her to want sex with me 'just like that' wasn't an option anymore. She needed intimacy and a gradual reintroduction to sex. I don't know what she's talking about as we've never been overly intimate and a reintroduction to sex? I don't know where she gets these ideas from. Her friends maybe?
So, the impasse, this is where love is a curse. What to do next, what to try? I love her and want a divorce but I can't be bothered with all the hassle this would entail. Maybe it isn't love after all, maybe it is now just a habit.
I was content with our life, very happy even. Going out 9 times a week, not including the odd pint I have after work of course, then coming home. Having a conversation with her, letting her know what so and so said tonight and falling into bed. A quick grope, get the leg over, a quick spurt and then to sleep. In the morning I would start up a conversation to let her know what I'd been up to the night before but she always stopped me with the words 'I know, you've told me already'. Wasn't my fault that I'd forgotten and tried to tell her again.
Six months ago she stopped coming to bed with me. Usually she didn't come to bed until I'd passed out. I'd try for a quick grope in the morning but she started to get up earlier then me. I got the impression she was trying to avoid me but I never tackled her about it.
Then one night, about 3 months ago, I started to snuggle up close when she told me to "get off". Actually she snarled it at me. I told her I loved her and just wanted to be close to her. That's when she told me she loved me too. She also told me she was sick of the life we led and that love wasn't enough because she didn't like me.
Well that can dampen a fellows ardour I can tell you but it got me thinking. Since she didn't come out drinking too often we'd ended up having very little in common. The only time we went out together is if we were meeting other couples, otherwise she didn't bother. Oh, it's not that she didn't go out drinking but she always went with her friends not me. I'd never stopped her doing anything she wanted to do before so I couldn't very well complain too much now without rocking the boat.
Valentines day came so I made a special effort to show her how much I loved her and what she really meant to me. I bought her flowers, chocolate, a memento in her team colours and two cards. Ten o'clock that evening I told her I was going to bed. What did she do? Just said "goodnight" that's all. So I emphasised the 'bed' part but she was playing dumb. I wasn't happy about that, after all, for the first time in 15 years, I'd actually bought her something on Valentines so you think she would reciprocate and do something nice for me but no.
Now she actually earns more money then me, nearly twice as much if truth be told, but that has never been an issue before. Joint account you know, just got money out whenever I needed it. Came home about three weeks ago after having a short session one Saturday afternoon when she tackled me about money. Not in an angry way, she says she doesn't get angry with me anymore because it's not worth the effort, just spoke to me as if she was discussing the weather. What she pointed out to me was the fact that I would not be able to lead the lifestyle I currently led on just my wage, and this being the case, why couldn't I change now and make an effort to save the relationship? What she was actually calling me was an alcoholic parasite.
I wasn't having any of that so I stayed in for a week to prove her wrong. I originally was going to have a few cans in the house but she said that to prove that I could do without I couldn't drink at all. What she did say was that if I stayed sober our sex life would improve - not that that would take much doing. So that was it - I stayed sober that night but I didn't get any of this 'improved' sex life. I stayed sober for a week without sex. Then I drank in the house for a week - still no sex. Then I started going to the pub again - still no sex.
So we are at an impasse at the moment. I love her and want sex. She loves me but doesn't want sex. She told me that expecting her to want sex with me 'just like that' wasn't an option anymore. She needed intimacy and a gradual reintroduction to sex. I don't know what she's talking about as we've never been overly intimate and a reintroduction to sex? I don't know where she gets these ideas from. Her friends maybe?
So, the impasse, this is where love is a curse. What to do next, what to try? I love her and want a divorce but I can't be bothered with all the hassle this would entail. Maybe it isn't love after all, maybe it is now just a habit.