Just another turning point...

Hi honey. So… are we just going to keep pretending, or are we going to talk about last night?

Yes.  Yes, I do think we need to talk about it.

OK, so shall I go first?

Well… we got into the bedroom… and you were all eager, as you usually are.  And then when we started to get serious it went all limp… same as usual too.  And – well, I’m sorry but maybe I’d had a bit too much to drink and I just lost it.

so…instead of saying it was OK and just quietly going to bed, I got mad.  And I shouted and screamed at you, about what a pathetic excuse for a man you were, and how your tiny little limp excuse for a dick made me just want to slap you around the face and make you cry like the little girl you are –

 

- and I’m sorry for saying those things honey, I really am.  It was just… well, once too often, you know? -

And I was just about to storm off to the spare bedroom… when I looked down and…

…well, there didn’t seem to be a problem any more, did there?  I’ve never seen you so hard. And I don't need to remind you what happened after that.

And that’s what I thought we should talk about.

So I have.

Your turn.