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Home is where the pants AREN’T in our house but you do you 😋
He’s got all the energy in the world for his friends and his D&D, but none for his wife.
It’s our anniversary.
14 years.
Barely said anything to me outside regular conversation things.
Had his regular d&d night, came home with another headache and went to bed.
Fuck today.
Just fuck it
I want to be flirted with
I want to be touched
I want to be teased
I want to be sought after
Let me set the scene here:
9-your old son comes downstairs to the laundry room, which is also where I “partake”, have an attitude adjustment, do a bowl, whatever term you choose to use) and takes a delicate sniff.
Nine year old: why does it smell like Grammy and Papa‘s basement?
Husbeast, standing behind said sage 9-year-old, dives out of the room, a-La Jim from The Office, after stabbing Dwights yoga ball.
I’m so tired of buying my own lingerie for nobody to see so here you go