So this evening my husband and I were getting you know close before he had to go to work, the girls were in the dining room eating and we were making out. Well then there was the pitter patter of little feets running around in the kitchen. As mom I had to go deal with it. So I did, I cleaned her up and she started screaming, then the other child wanted to be cleaned up , then they wanted juice cups, then they wanted night night, so I went and stripped off the beds that needed to be cleaned started a load of laundry so that I could get that bedding washed and then dealt with putting their beds together and putting them down to sleep.
Afterward I looked into my room and saw my furious husband getting dressed. When I asked why he was angry I got told that he wasn't ummmm bull, so finally I pulled it out of him that I got him all turned on and left.
Apparently every one else comes before me, my feelings don't matter, the fact that I have a raging headache doesn't matter, the fact that HELLO I was turned on and didn't get it doesn't matter, only he matters to him, only the girls matter to themselves and I don't matter to anyone.
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