Flower-Bed by ChrissieCool


I am always looking for wonderful art to go on my blog. And, crediting the artist is SO very important to me. Most of my art, therefore, comes from DeviantART.com
I really believe in supporting the artists there. This goes with a story on the Top Ten Ways Your Body Can Betray You In Bed.
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Halo 3 - Now I'm competing with a game

I knew it was coming. The advertisements have been keeping me apprised of the impending date, and now it is here. Midnight has come, and gone, and my husband and daughter both have a copy of Halo 3.

For the next two days I will be just an accessory in the house. A fixture that might be talked into fixing a meal. I say might as I'm still not feeling all that well myself. My depression is abating somewhat, but I am still not out of my nightgown, and, to be honest, I can't remember the last time I showered. Although, I am hoping to do so before I crawl into my bed for the morning.

Between the two of them they spent a little over $350 on two games (and the required collector's paraphernalia). And yet, I didn't purchase myself a digital camera, I'm not getting my oral surgery done for my dental implants. I am living without my upper teeth.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE????

I certainly don't understand. I would like to understand. I wish that I could understand. I would like to be calm, patient, compassionate, etc. And yet, I find that all I really am is pissed off and more angry than I can really explain.

I know that I am a diminished person in the household. I know that I am not given the respect and consideration that I feel I am due in the household. Case in point - I collected MAGIC THE GATHERING cards for years. They are not worth a lot of money, not as much as a couple of years ago, but they are worth some money. My husband was going to sort and sell them for me two years ago. Nothing! And, it had been his idea!

Now that we cannot afford my implants he got my cards out and wants our daughter to catalog them. He can't be bothered anymore. Sunday he was going to go to our storage unit to find the cards that are missing. Did he? Of course not. That would have been doing something for me! So, now I have these boxes of cards sitting by my chair and I, of course, am going to be responsible for cataloging them and getting them sold. Which, in the long run I don't mind doing...it's just that I am really disappointed that once again a promise was broken to me.

I'm so tired of broken promises. It's hard for little children to live with them, but it is also difficult for adults. Me, I lose more and more respect for him each time he breaks a promise. There's just not enough good sex in the world to make up for a shattered trust.