TheWhipHand:
Ugh. I can't believe I am doing this but there is no other place which will appreciate my rage at the moment.
A couple days ago the little butterball, my sweet, fat little husband, told me something that was akin to him experiencing sexual harassment at the hands of one of my acquaintance. I affected calm, as he needed that, but I was so livid I can't describe it. I even had to take care of it on my day of rest which only added to my rage. I was so sad for the little butterball, who's only gotten weaker and more awkward as he's gotten fatter. The idea of someone encroaching on what is mine - not to mention filling him with fear and mortification - sends me through the roof.
I took care of it but boy am I ticked, to say the least!
boundandfeed:
Are you alright now, have you calmed down? I'm not sure what transpired (not sure if I want you to go down that road again). I can understand the getting weaker and awkward from my own expereince.
Yes, thank you. Much better now I've slept on it, but still a little annoyed with myself for not having made more of obvious bad behaviour. Something good has come of it, though - it's as if we've fallen in love all over again.
