One night just as I begin to drift off to sleep, Sydney wanted to talk about our sex life.“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?”
I pushed a sigh into my pillow and mumbled a confused, “what?”
“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” he said again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sydney,” I uttered keeping my back to him. “I’m just tired.”
There was silence for a couple of minutes before he called my name out.
“Kareese.” When I didn’t answer, he tapped me hard on the shoulder four times. “Kareese!”
“What!” I snapped. “Can’t you see I’m sleep?”
“I wanna know why you don’t want to have sex with your husband,” he said more aggressively than he had before.
“I told you I’m tired!” My tone was full of irritation. “What do you want to do; make love to a rag doll?”
“Why you tired every single night?”
“Because there’s stuff to do every single night!” I barked flipping over onto my back. “You act like you don’t know how to work the damn stove when you get off work, or run the vacuum cleaner! You expect me to run around this house like Alice the Brady Bunch maid and just open up my legs for you whenever you get hard. You ain’t married to a robot.”
“It don’t seem like I’m married at all since I can’t get no sex from my wife,” he spat.
“Maybe you’re the reason why you can’t get no sex! Did you ever think of that? When is the last time you tried to set a mood around here instead of just hoping in the bed like a gorilla wanting to mate? You think you can just talk to me any kind of way and do whatever you wanna do and I’m just supposed to be okay with you just having your way with my body? Are you crazy?” By now I was fully awake. “You come up in here all hours of the night, from who knows where, half pay the bills, don’t wanna do jack-smack in the house besides sit up and watch TV but then you want me to be doing backbends and cartwheels over some sex? You didn’t even get me nothing for my birthday!”
“I’m not obligated to get you something for your birthday, but you damn shole obligated to give me some ass when I want it! If I gotta start buying ass, then I might as well get me a ho who ain’t too tired to do the damn job, and do it right!”
“And when you find her, bring her home to cook your dinner, keep your house clean and raise your kids!” I screamed before yanking the covers over my head.
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