Something is a wry in my world. My ss6 comes every monday and tuesday and then the "drama" begins. DH comes home with an itemized bill from BM. Karate fees, doctors copay, medicine with a note stating our half. From the moment ss is here he clings to "daddy" (I just threw up in my mouth having to type that). We cannot even eat in peace as husband and wife because stepbrat needs help playing angry birds. So I get to share my dinner with the catchy soundtrack of Angry Birds Rio. I'm doing my best not to let any of this get to me, seeing as I have enough on my mind. Fastforward to bedtime. I have a set schedule here. 9 p.m. lights out. But that doesn't apply when stepbrat is here "cause he has trouble falling asleep". My DH informs me that stepbrat wants to read with his Leapster pen and books. Fine. He can have 15 minutes. Cause if he's up, my kids will want to stay up too so I need to get him out by 9:30 at the latest. My DH then informs me, in what I can only describe as a passive-aggresive tone, "Well stepbrat wants to read these two books, but they aren't loaded on the pen and he's been asking that they be for two weeks now." F*cking really? He's been asking for two weeks now? Not once, were these words every uttered to me but I am expected to read stepbrat's mind and succumb to his will and anticipate his every need in life. So at 9:10 I am updating the stepbrat's pen so his highness can read. Eventually everyone goes to bed. I am trying not to let this ruin what is left of my evening. 45 minutes later my DH and I are watching tv. I can feel the heaviness in the air. Something about to go down. I ask my DH if he's ready for bed, "in a minute" is his reply.
Now let me tell you why this has become an issue. I have been watching a pattern emerging in my marriage. When my stepbrat is here the "intimacy" level with my DH goes into the tank. He barely brushes up against me. It has become increasingly more frequent to the point of almost total physical isolation when his kid is here. And I am sorry, but I have needs. Physical ones. And I have pointed this out to DH before. I can feel the rejection setting in so I head to bed, frustrated and infuriated. I watch the clock and 35 minutes pass! At that point I stomp out of bed and head to the refrigerator to destroy the turkey that is thawing in there. My original plan was to throw it in the back of his truck and let it rot. I figure, if I'm not happy then nobody is going to be happy. And he can take Thanksgiving dinner with his family and shove it up his ass. No turkey, no dinner, no problems. Unfortunately DH stops me midstride with turkey in hands heading for the door. Needless to say I slept on the couch. I hate his guts right now and told him I am contemplating having an affair on Ashley Madison.com because the lack of intimacy is killing our marriage. We're like two roomates with a joint checking account. I often wonder is something isn't going on at work, seeing as his ex-wife works there. So I guess I'm not talking to him til after Thursday. . . maybe. . . Whew! Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. I love it here. You're all MY Peeps!