I Love My Husband But....

Chapter 2

* What is wrong with me? I usually hold my head down and pretend not to see or hear men calling out after me. I've always been the good girl, loyal and someone that everyone goes to for advice or help. So why do I feel like cheating on the man that I've been with for so many years?

Maybe it's because we've been doing the same thing for years. The same s****l positions, the same quickie s*x sessions, no matter what time of day it is. He is starting to want it more, but I don't. I do it as a duty, because it's frustrating when I can't get off. Unless, he does oral first, then it's a lot better. I have heard of how other women use toys, but I have no idea how to use one or where to get one.

I hum to myself as I finish up the spaghetti and chicken Alfredo. My husband loathes red spaghetti sauce. (He likes pizza and lasagna, but not red spaghetti sauce, which baffles me) Sometimes I think he just likes to have me jump through extra hoops. I chuckle to myself as I think about it.

I prepare the plates and I take my husband his, as he, sits on the couch scrolling through his phone, while also watching a movie. I give my children their food and I sit on the another couch to eat. I usually work as I eat and I end up sleeping late.

Sometimes I'm up until four in the morning just working, which, gets my husband upset, but I can't sleep like him. His head hits the pillow and he's out for the night. I will toss and turn for hours and still not sleep. "Go to bed," says my husband as I read while me and my daughter cuddle on the couch. I have a way to hold her to one side while holding my laptop on the other.

"You are not my dad," I laugh as I look up from my phone. "You need to go to bed earlier," he insists. "I'm not sleepy and I'm not going to lay in bed and watch you sleep," I say with an amused smile, still not believing he just tried to put me to bed, as if, I was one of our children. I may play with my children and I sometimes act like a child, but I am not one.

"I never have a problem with getting up," "Why do my sleeping patterns bother you,?" "Fine, I'm going to bed," he says clearly upset. "I'll go to bed, after I'm done catching up," I say feeling guilty he has to sleep alone, even though, he'll be out before he realizes it and I'll be stuck looking at a dark room.

I read until my eyes get droopy, then I carry my daughter to bed. She sleeps in the middle of us and she is a wild sleeper, and I usually get pushed to the edge. (I don't mind because it's a king size bed, so I, slide her over closer to her dad and she usually stays)

If we want to get intimate we get a blanket and put it on the floor, or, we have her brother put her to sleep. He is fourteen, and he is really a big help. ( I feel guilty for having me help me out so much even though I pay him) I guess that's why she listens to him more than she listens to me and my husband. Even though, she also bosses him around, as if, she is his mom. It's only a problem when I try to get on to him and she get's on to me for trying to correct him. (Not that I can do anything about it) I can't hold a straight face and she laughs when she sees me laughing. She's a sweet baby just a little sassy which I love. I love everything about my children.

The next morning, I wake up and make sure my son gets started with his schoolwork. (He is homeschooled) My daughter is almost two, so she doesn't really do anything, but play with her toys and snack. (She has lost some weight since she been off the bottle, but her cheeks are still chunky, which we love about her)

If I remember, I drink my morning tea and meditate around lunch time, then, I workout and take a quick shower. I eat when I get out, then I check my son's work. Sometimes I go ahead and cook for the day or sometimes we'll go to a park that's close to where we live. And other days I wait to cook, until it's almost time for my husband to get home, so that the food is still warm.

I play with them outside for a while, but I take breaks, walking in and out of our house to check on dinner. When the food is done, and they, are ready to come in. I send my son to take a shower and I quickly bathe my daughter. Although, sometimes I let her shower with me to save time.

When my husband gets home, I give him his dinner, because, me and the kids already ate. (We sometimes eat before him, if he's going to be late)

Today I felt like having something sweet, so I went to our favorite ice cream shop. (So much for diet and exercise) Of course I went alone, I need a little break sometimes from both my husband and my children. (I love my children like no one else and they always bring a smile to my face, even when, I'm trying to scold them) I used to feel guilty about it, but when you give them your all, there is none of you left for yourself.

(I actually took a shower at 11p.m. one night) That was when I realized, that I, needed to make some me time. Every once in a while, I'll go window shopping and just walk around looking at things that I never have time to see when I'm with my family.

I don't think that there are many husbands with enough patience to wait while their wives browse through clothes or beauty products. One of my favorite places is the clearance isle. I get to try out products for next to nothing, and if, I like them then I keep buying them.

After I get my favorite a strawberry cheesecake quakeshake, a mint chocolate chip for my husband and cookies and cream for my son. My daughter will have some of ours. (I usually put a bit in one of her bowls)

I pull out of the parking space and I have to quickly step on my brake, as someone blocks me from pulling all the way out, hitting my car in the process. It was not my fault, because I, was not snacking. (I am not good at eating and driving, so I wait until I get to where I'm headed) My husband is great at it though, he can even drive with his knees. (Yeah, it's quite a sight)

After I put my car in park, I get out to see if either car was damaged. It wasn't a hard hit and I wasn't going fast, so they should be fine. "Nice driving Sir," I say sarcastically as I walk over to the man who hit me. I avoid looking at him and instead I look at the cars. (I'm pretending to know about cars)

"Were you in a hurry for my parking spot?" "Well not my parking spot but the space that I was pulling out of," I say correcting myself as I rub a small spot on my car, that was not caused my him.

"I'm sorry, my cup fell over and I reached down to grab it, but, I stepped on the gas instead of the break," he says with a big beautiful smile, which brings an embarrassed one to my face. "Well be careful Sir, because someone could have gotten hurt" "The damage could have been worse, had I not been paying attention," "And just imagine if I would have been an older person," (You can tell I'm a mom) I am scolding an adult male stranger, not caring that he is bigger and taller than me. (It's called mom mode) (Well that's what I call it)

"My name is Willis," he says as he reaches his hand out to shake mine. "Well Willis, it was nice meeting you," "Try to drive safer next time," I say as I briefly shake his hand. My eyes get big when I notice him as the handsome stranger from the other day... no yesterday. (Sometimes my days run together)

"Okay, I'll see you around," he says as I quickly turn and walk away. No he won't. I think to myself. Well I guess we may see each other at Supermart. That is, if he's a regular customer like me. "Okay," I say as I nod and shyly wave.

I blow out a breath when I get inside of my car, then I put on my seatbelt and wait for him to move. He honks his horn twice and waves as I drive away. (Gosh he's hot) I think to myself as I sappily wave back to him. (Not sure if he can even see me)

As soon as I get home, I tell my husband about my car getting hit. I quickly explain that it had no dents or marks. He still wanted to take a look at it. (Men) I guess he needs to make sure. He is also my mechanic. (Not a licensed one, but he watches videos on TubeYou when he needs to know how to fix something) There isn't much he can't do. (My family even call him over when they need help, because he can literally do anything)