Tom and Kay have been married a 3 years, the old saying the first year is the hardest if you make it past that you should be safe. Well for them it does not seem to be working that way, the first year was all but perfect and the second only had a few rough spots and those were mostly because of money issues. Going into year three is where the problems have begun.
It is not easy to point a finger and say it is any one thing and my guess would be depending on who you ask the answer is going to be different. Kay would say that Tom takes her for granted, he does not seem to care about how tired she is after working all day and expects her to fix supper, do the dishes, mop the floors, vacuum the carpets, dust, do the laundry, and still feel like fucking him when its bed time. She would tell you that she has very little time for her self or her own needs, not to mention she barely has time to think and never has time to sit back and really day dream. Tom on the other hand comes home from his job, plops down in his recliner, kicks his shoes off, tells her to bring him a beer and hurry up with supper, while he surfs the channels on TV.
She says; let’s go out tonight, he is too tired the job wears him out. A buddy from work calls and says I have tickets to the ball game, he ready to go and the hell with the supper she half done. When he gets ready for bed, he tosses his socks on the floor or the bed room chair, he grumbles if the bed wasn’t made that morning, and to tell the truth she has to almost force him to take a shower every night or he would go to bed stinking like a horse stable. She see’s almost everything going sour as his fault, and then he wants her to be sexy and if and when she is in the mood. His ideal of making love is to push her legs apart climb on top, poke it in and pump away lasting all of ten minutes on a good night. The last time he just held her, or kissed her tenderly with feeling was so long ago she can’t remember it all.
Now ask Tom what is so wrong, he says with out pause I married a bitch. Kay never wants to have sex, and if she does she doesn’t put a damn thing in it. Lays on her back opens her legs and turns her head away and acts like a log. I might as well go put my cock in a knot hole and fuck the tree stump then fuck her. She never fixes her hair up just for me, or dresses nice around the house; her ideal of sexy under clothes is old lady panties and those fucking padded bras. She is damn slow about getting supper and by now she knows what I like and don’t like but every damn night she seems to think she needs to call me at work and say, Tom what do you want me to fix for supper tonight. She thinks money grows on tree’s she wants to go out to eat because she is just to fucking lazy to do her wifely duties. If I didn’t say anything the bed would never get made and dust would cover the TV screen. Hell I paid a lot of money to get her nice stuff and all she does is bitch about having to keep it clean. If has to take a late night pee and God help him if he forgets to put the seat down, she will act like he just fucked her sister. If I want tickets to go to a game or out to a bar with the guys after work you would think I am stealing from her. Yet she thinks nothing of buying two pair of panty hose a week, or a new lip stick or eye shit or what every they thing they have to have to look pretty. And I’ll be damned if she is every pretty any more unless she is going to work or out with some her girl friends. I want a new pick up truck and she wants a fancy sport car. I like to watch action shows on TV and hell if I can get her to sit down with me for a half hour in the evening she wants to talk all the way through the show. If I try to kiss her she hardly kisses back and usually acts like I have bad breath. She never used to act that way, she used to act like she couldn’t wait to kiss me and though she would act shy when we first met after sex the first time she had her clothes off before I could even unzip.
It is not easy to point a finger and say it is any one thing and my guess would be depending on who you ask the answer is going to be different. Kay would say that Tom takes her for granted, he does not seem to care about how tired she is after working all day and expects her to fix supper, do the dishes, mop the floors, vacuum the carpets, dust, do the laundry, and still feel like fucking him when its bed time. She would tell you that she has very little time for her self or her own needs, not to mention she barely has time to think and never has time to sit back and really day dream. Tom on the other hand comes home from his job, plops down in his recliner, kicks his shoes off, tells her to bring him a beer and hurry up with supper, while he surfs the channels on TV.
She says; let’s go out tonight, he is too tired the job wears him out. A buddy from work calls and says I have tickets to the ball game, he ready to go and the hell with the supper she half done. When he gets ready for bed, he tosses his socks on the floor or the bed room chair, he grumbles if the bed wasn’t made that morning, and to tell the truth she has to almost force him to take a shower every night or he would go to bed stinking like a horse stable. She see’s almost everything going sour as his fault, and then he wants her to be sexy and if and when she is in the mood. His ideal of making love is to push her legs apart climb on top, poke it in and pump away lasting all of ten minutes on a good night. The last time he just held her, or kissed her tenderly with feeling was so long ago she can’t remember it all.
Now ask Tom what is so wrong, he says with out pause I married a bitch. Kay never wants to have sex, and if she does she doesn’t put a damn thing in it. Lays on her back opens her legs and turns her head away and acts like a log. I might as well go put my cock in a knot hole and fuck the tree stump then fuck her. She never fixes her hair up just for me, or dresses nice around the house; her ideal of sexy under clothes is old lady panties and those fucking padded bras. She is damn slow about getting supper and by now she knows what I like and don’t like but every damn night she seems to think she needs to call me at work and say, Tom what do you want me to fix for supper tonight. She thinks money grows on tree’s she wants to go out to eat because she is just to fucking lazy to do her wifely duties. If I didn’t say anything the bed would never get made and dust would cover the TV screen. Hell I paid a lot of money to get her nice stuff and all she does is bitch about having to keep it clean. If has to take a late night pee and God help him if he forgets to put the seat down, she will act like he just fucked her sister. If I want tickets to go to a game or out to a bar with the guys after work you would think I am stealing from her. Yet she thinks nothing of buying two pair of panty hose a week, or a new lip stick or eye shit or what every they thing they have to have to look pretty. And I’ll be damned if she is every pretty any more unless she is going to work or out with some her girl friends. I want a new pick up truck and she wants a fancy sport car. I like to watch action shows on TV and hell if I can get her to sit down with me for a half hour in the evening she wants to talk all the way through the show. If I try to kiss her she hardly kisses back and usually acts like I have bad breath. She never used to act that way, she used to act like she couldn’t wait to kiss me and though she would act shy when we first met after sex the first time she had her clothes off before I could even unzip.
