I do not call in sick unless I’m so dead that I can’t crawl out of bed. However, my boyfriend tends to call in sick quite frequently, not to work, but to me. Especially on Sundays, which is normally his day off. And you know what? That’s just fine because I still have my right hand, my imagination and I’m not a fucking idiot.
Why I’m still in this relationship, I have no fucking clue. Our conversations are boring, if not borderline comatose, and our sex is boring, okay, that IS comatose, at least by my standards. I knew our sex life was in trouble when he declined a backrub. I mean, backrubs are second behind blowjobs okay? To me, its the same thing, because they both lead to the same thing… sex.
Well, most of the time, at least some form of sex. Not to mention, I had gotten my all-time fave massage oil – Eucalyptus Spearmint from Bath & Body Works. I love it! It smells great and it really works to help sore, achy muscles, which I happen to have a lot of.
Now, I tend to be very generous, but, when paying for dinner tonight (I took T-Bird out for her birthday, but actually, it was for both of us), I realized just how hard I had worked for the money I sat down on the table. I worked damn hard. I’ve worked until I’ve had to have Candyman straighten me up because I had stayed bent over at the sinks too long, I’ve worked until the muscle in my lower left lumbar area pops out, which causes my hip to ache like hell, I’ve worked until I’v come home and can’t sleep because my legs won’t stop moving.
I work damn hard and so does he, so it kinda pisses me off when I do something to help us both and he’s like, nah. Doesn’t even want to give it a try.
Then, there’s the “talk.” Talk all ya want, but back it up. Oh, and get over your body image problems. Good Lawd. I have stretch marks ALL OVER MY BODY and my BELLY IS SQUISHY AND POOFY. My stretch marks will never change and I don’t give a fuck. You may be able to bounce a quarter off my ass, but my belly will always be squishy and poofy! No one is perfect!
However, I really do care about him. We don’t fight, of course, I’m not sure if this is because we don’t give a shit enough to fight or if its just we get along that well and if you don’t talk about anything other than work, then, what’s to disagree about? And I get tired of initiating all of the “deep” conversations we do have, which are far and few between and I’m not even certain I would call them “deep.”
And the bad thing is, he’s very intelligent, but I can’t jerk an intellectual conversation out of him.
Either I’m going about this the wrong way or I’m with the wrong guy.