I know I hinted at it yesterday in my comments, but I’ve decided to share with you all the problems in my marriage.
I’ve taken a few excerpts out of my diary, so you can get a feel for what’s happening without reading for half your life. And maybe some of you will have some suggestions, some insight that can help us save our marriage.*
It’s been 7 years since we met, but the anniversary came and went with not much to celebrate. When it came time for bed he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed.
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Something must change soon.
A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that will fix his "problem." It's called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac Pills with the Viagra Pills, hoping to lift something other than his mood.
What absolute bliss!!
Isn't life wonderful. But it's difficult to write while he's exercising his new-found MANHOOD.
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, I have to admit it's very nice - I don't think I've ever been so happy.
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed whacker. I'm also getting a bit sore.
No time to write. He might catch me.
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down with Jack Daniels whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over....
I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He's a complete PIG.
I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become dangerous....
Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops, sorry" thing again, I'll kill the bastard.
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a Nun, but this just seems to make him hornier. Help me!
I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to
everything I sit on. The cat and dog won't go near him and our friends don't come over any more. Last night I told him to go screw himself and he did.
The bastard has started to complain about not getting enough. I hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac.
Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any difference...Christ! Here he comes again!
Aaaahhhh! He's back on Prozac. The lazy bastard just sits there in front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!
Now, for something serious check out the Death Test
After honestly answering all questions, including the query about whether or not there’s a history of ugliness in my family (be serious) and whether or not I’ve fired a gun in the past two years (duh, this is Alberta), I persevered to the end and these are my results:
According to our research, you’ll be dead by October 2056
At age 85
Probably Cause: Stroke
Average Female Life Span: 77.1 years
As you can plainly see, you have more health and vitality than the average woman.
Why you die?
24% Ulcers/bowel toughness
5% Drowning of the lungs
I have lived 18500.2 days left on this earth
I have lived 41% of my life.
Now, isn’t that cheery?
I did the quiz for my husband and with the amount of nagging and sexual demands, he’ll be dead by August. Good news for someone else who’s looking to live hard and fast and die young, well insured.
* In case you didn’t get that that’s a joke, look at the date please!
With thanks to Bonnie for the joke.