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Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Random stuff about sex with tags , , on May 18, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

It started with just another one of those little situations where I felt I was being told I was wrong.
Thankfully I was on my way out for an evening’s sports training session. But it got under my skin. And it festered.
Our paths didn’t cross again that night.

When I woke up in the morning Continue reading

No sleep for the wicked

Posted in Dreaming of sex, Fixing a broken marriage with tags , on November 22, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

I didn’t sleep.
I’m sure my Wife didn’t either.
Come morning, when my alarm sounded, I turned it off. Not Snooze.
I hid under the duvet, behind a closed bedroom door, with the curtains drawn.
Footsteps on the stairs. A quiet knock on the door.
Her: Do you need me to do the school run?
Me: No.
Her: I can stay of you want?
Me: No. I’ll do it.
Her: Is there anything I can do?
Me: I have no idea.
Her: Probably lots I should have done years ago.
Me: Does that mean Continue reading

How does this end?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags on November 21, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

If I wake from a dream, usually it centres around, or at least heavily features, sex.
If I wake from a dream about my Wife, and from time to time I occasionally still do, usually it centres around, or at least heavily features an argument, about sex.
Four days ago, I woke from a dream about my Wife and I arguing, but not about sex. Rather it was about one of the other significant disparities in the relationship – parenting. In the dream, I asserted my IRL feeling that our different parenting styles are irreparably incompatible.

The day after, as a family, we have a day out. At some point a mundane decision is needed. I offer my opinion. It is instantly discounted. I shut down all but essential communication and walk behind everyone else, extracting myself from family.

That evening, the spectre of parenting’s frustration manifests itself as a belligerent pre-teen. I dig deep, find some patience, and seem to successfully negotiate us through the dispute. Until it finally requires action in support of what has been agreed … when I am met with a defiant No!
I’ve had enough.
I collect my wallet and coat, and walk out of the house.

I have Continue reading

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