Sigh….

It isn’t easy to love me.

My long work hours, horrible moods, strange allegiance to my desk.  It seems like when I steered clear of my sexual habits I traded it for being shackled to my desk.

My wife and I got into another fight, this time it was in fact my fault. I forgot to get her a Mothers day card. In all the business of the weekend i didn’t make time to get one.  Right now she is all venom, even in front of my children taking digs and jabs where she can. It sickens me.

To add insult to injury she threw my addiction in my face. Just isn’t right.

Often I wonder if I made a mistake marrying her. We don’t get along,  our senses of humor are opposite, her idea of housekeeping differs from mine and well then there’s the bedroom. That place we don’t see eye to eye.

I’m debating whether to even go to the bedroom knowing she will just want to fight again.