Back from his house in General musings

  • April 2, 2014, 10:05 p.m.
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Went just for the day. A mixed bag, as always. For most of the day we ran errands and took care of house chores. We watched a silly comedy that he likes, and it would have been nice if he'd held or cuddled me while we watched, but he didn't. Then, towards the end of the day, he takes me upstairs and we make love, which is very nice and he holds me tightly afterwards and cuddles me, but I take that deep breath and say, 'I love you', and all he says is "Why?" so I say, 'Must just be my luck.' If he feels it, and that's a big if...it would be nice to hear it, oh, ever. I just hurts, so that I sit writing this with my eyes tearing up and Hub will be home any minute, and I don't really want to see him....


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