You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You

There have ben quite few changes taking place in my home over the past week. For starters, I wasn't getting laid. That's a big fucking deal. This past Saturday night, myself and some girlfriends got together at one of their homes and got completely trashed on margaritas and Jell-o shots. I road with my friend to her home and my husband picked me up, because, hello, I'm not stupid enough to drive home trashed. Mildly drunk, yes, barely able to stand, definitely not.
So my hubby comes to pick me up and we got home. First, I should mention that I have the propensity of being horny when I drink; also, I'm never too drunk to not know wtf I'm talking about. So, we get home, and I want sex. He said he was too tired. Wtf is that about? He's lying on the couch after I get undressed, and in a wobbly sort of pissed-off nakedness, I walk into the living room and demand to know why he won't fuck me. He says I'm drunk and that I need to go to bed. I then attempted to say, "I'm not too drunk to think straight," but it ended up coming out "I'm not too straight to not drunk think.. wait.." and I restated my intended statement.. slowly. So I get down eye-to-eye with him and I ask him, again, why he doesn't want sex as much as he used to and why things are different and why he doesn't touch me like he used to because he used to not be able to keep his hands off me and blah blah drunken ramblings blah blah. Finally he says that usually after work he's too tired to do anything, but when he's not too tired before sex, he's usually too tired to recipricate afterward, so he doesn't do it at all. This pissed me off further, so I gave up and went to bed. He fell asleep on the couch. I wake up the next morning, get dressed for work, and stand in the living room bitching about the exact same things I'd said the night before. Not a whole lot was said on his part besides trying to cop out by telling me to go to work. Fucker. I go to work and I ignore him for 98% of my day, then I come home and change clothes and we go to Chili's to meet somone (I'll get to that in a minute). We get home and we're watching TV when he starts rubbing on me, then proceeds to take off my pants. So we're sitting on the couch half-naked playing with each other, followed by some seriously hardcore fucking, followed by me getting some personal attention and getting off. So things have been much better in that department.

As for who we met for dinner, well, it's my husband's new boss. Sunday we met to discuss the possibility of my hubby going to work for a submetering company, which involves a lot of travel all the time but also a lot more money coming in. So he put in his two weeks at his old job, but they basically let him go the next day, so he started his new job earlier than expected. He'll be in Galveston all next week, then New Orleans the week after, then Richmond, VA the two weeks after that.. Idk what I'm going to do with myself..

On a brigher note, my boss is going to work with me on my schedule so I can still work up to 35 hours a week and go to school part-time (4.5 hours x 4 days a week). With my hubby's increase in revenue, I'll be able to take the slight paycut to go to school on student loans. Hopefully I'll be able to start soon..

That's pretty much it for the big stuff. Since my little chat with my husband, he's been ready to go 99.9% of the time, which has been awesome for sure. I'm gonna miss him so fucking much while he's gone.. God, 4 weeks. FOUR WEEKS! That's a long time to be apart from someone! We got my desktop computer up and running, so he can now take my laptop with him so we can talk online while he's gone, because our cell phone service provider doesn't do long distance without charging out the ass. This is gonna be rough, but hopefully I can get into school so I'll be preoccupied when he's gone..